nysalogs | Now it's really feeling like home

Who: Jessica Jones (

assholic) & OPEN
What: Catch-all log for January
When: All of January
Where: Around Wyver, possibly in the outer reaches if she has cause/job related reasons to go out there.
Warning(s): Likely for language, as always with her. If anything else is needed, I'll edit.

Jessica's been taking note of the rising tensions, something that seems to have come to a head since the supposed 'let's get along' gala. That had, predictably, failed spectacularly, and now she was hearing rumblings all around Wyver about disgruntled natives and how Olympia sucks. The one time she'd had to go to Olympia to pick something up, there'd been some dirty looks cast her way and it was a bit like wearing a Yankees cap in a Boston Red Sox bar, only with more mob mentality, if that was even possible. She supposed she should just be happy no one was banding together drunken mobs.

Yet.

For anyone that wants to run into her, she's more likely to be found in a few favorite pubs in Wyver, or possibly the arenas when she's feeling particularly annoyed. It's a good place to make a few bucks, and she had a healthy drinking habit to maintain.

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Kale's a bit surprised when she watches Jessica in action and realizes she's an amateur. There's no technique here at all. At most, there's a brawler's reflexes. It seems like Jessica has gotten into fights before, but not necessarily with anyone who was skilled.

"Get your hands up!" she shouts, calling out a basic tip. "You need to protect your face!"

After all, Jessica either can't take hits as well as she can dish them out, or this guy's strong enough to hurt her. Either way, it's not a good idea for her to get hit.

The people that organized the fights had clued in quickly to what Jessica was capable of, and they'd learned that putting her in with someone who was either well-trained or who had a strength advantage prompted better fights. They had also quickly learned to limit how many of the more crass and crude types she got stuck with, otherwise she was prone to go and give the organizers a piece of her mind. And a foot up their ass.

So the hit was harder than if a well-trained fighter had given her one, but she also liked to play up a little. The first few fights she'd had here had been one and done quickly, and while she'd gotten paid for it, she'd found out she got more when she dragged them out. When she put on a show. Some days she wasn't in the mood for showmanship and she just walked in, knocked someone out, and collected her fee. Other times, she was okay with playing the little game that went on behind the scenes. Today was one of those days.

Not that the hit to her shoulder didn't still hurt, but hey, at least it wasn't her face-- who the hell was out there yelling instructions to her? Most times, it was just wordless cheers or orders to her opponent of how to take her down. This was the first time she found herself with a cheering squad. She didn't have the time to look up to see who was calling out to her, because her foot got grabbed and she was thrown up and into the air.

Fortunately for her, she'd been working on that whole flying thing, and instead of hitting the roof of the cage, she stopped just shy of it and turned around to face the guy, still floating. "Now what, dickless?"

Kale was concerned at first when the guy threw Jessica, but then she saw her fly. She knew from talking to Clark that Jessica had been working on it. Hearing about it and seeing the results were a different thing, and she was relieved to see that Jessica's control had improved enough that she could make use of it. She wondered if Jessica was still randomly floating by accident, or if that was entirely under control now. It was something she could ask about when the fight was over. There was probably time to talk in between this match and the one Kale was scheduled for, unless the next couple of fights had very quick knockouts.

She kept an eye on the man Jessica was fighting. He had good reflexes and had some skill, although he wasn't a master fighter. odds were that he had some sense of strategy as well.

The man feigned at being dumbfounded before leaping upward, aiming to grab both of Jessica's legs to tackle her to the ground.

"Jessica! Watch out!" Kale called from the sidelines.

She had a very strong urge to tell whoever was yelling at her to shut the fuck up. Who the hell sat there backseat fighting? She supposed that was just part of the whole fight experience. She'd never been one for going to fights back home. Hadn't watched them at the bar or gone to them. She'd never been on the other side of the fence before, and all her actual fights had been for real. In the street. In warehouses or under buildings about to fall on her head.

This? This made it feel like a game. And that's what it was to her. The man jumped up and grabbed one of her legs, and she gave him a grin as her other pulled back and moved to kick him right in the face. Hard. "Lights out, buddy."

The man fell backward, landing unconscious on the floor with his arms spread out in a pose that made it look like he was trying to make snow angels and fell asleep mid-way through. The referee/announcer declared Jessica the winner, and motioned for the fight ring staff to come in to remove her opponent from the floor and clean up.

Kale applauded with the crowd, and waited until Jessica left the cage before approaching her.

"You did well! You've gotten much better at flying since I last saw you."

She landed quickly enough, merely dropping from where she was floating and walking out to the sound of cheers and boos. She was, apparently, a bit of an upstart and was making a name in ruining the average and odds on some of the favorite champions around here. Not her fault those champions sucked.

As she walked out, she was reaching for a bottle of water, interrupted by a voice that was almost familiar as she turned and--, "Oh, it's you. You the one screaming at me from the stands?" Because that made sense. The girl seemed... perky. Or pleasant. She couldn't quite figure out. It was all the same to her, really.

Kale's confidence had grown in the past few months. She'd spent years thinking of herself as pathetic and not worth very much, despite her best friend's consistent encouragement and training. Finding herself here with all of her friends still in stasis had been extremely difficult for her, but ultimately, it was the push Kale needed to make more of an effort to be social.

She tried to be helpful wherever she could, and realizing that she was competent at some things and people appreciating her for that competence helped her self-esteem grow. In turn, it made her more cheerful. She'd never be the most outgoing person, but she was more open to socializing and she was trying to be supportive of people she was acquainted with. They all had people from home still in stasis too, after all.

"Yes," she confirmed, nodding. "I hope it didn't bother you."

Talking down to Kale felt a bit like kicking a puppy. There was this... look. Like she expected something bad to happen and Jess knew that look too well. She shrugged, taking a drink from the water and shaking her head. "I don't get bothered by shit like that. I just wasn't expecting it. Not a lot of cheers for me here. Sure as shit not by name."

Oh, she had a few 'followers', if she could call them that. People that enjoyed seeing a strong female in a ring and enjoying the show. Nothing that crossed any lines, so nothing she had to get pissed over. But they were few and far between the ones that were annoyed she was screwing up the status quo.

Now it's really feeling like home

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