When the Past Comes Knockin' {Jessie}

[jericho]

i'm no poet, an artist from the start & i'm a doctor deep in surgery.
I NEVER SAID I'M COMING BACK - YOU NEVER SAID YOU'RE COMING BACK.



i've got bones to pick, and unfinished business & promise me you'll forget me.
'CAUSE I'M THE HUNTER AND YOU'RE THE HUNTED, THERE'S NOWHERE YOU CAN RUN.

[/b] So I figure you can have fun with the demon who comes into get Jessie; have her fight it off, trap it, get taken by it; whatever comes to you. Then we shall continue with the dramaaaaa. >D
WORDS-- enough.
ATTIRE-- jeans, tshirt and boots.
LYRICS-- YOUNGBLOODS - the hunter & the hunted.
CREDIT-- FRAMING daylight @ caution.[/size][/font][/ul]

[Jessica Coulter]

Would miracles never cease?

Coming slowly awake, Jessica DeVoux stretched casually with a canary cat smile playing around her lips. With long lashes fluttering against her cheeks, she shifted to reach for Jericho only to find the bed cooling quickly beside her. That brought her stormy grey eyes open and her hair tumbling around her as she sat up. A sense of uneasy invaded her even as she glanced around and spied clothing still tossed hither and fro around the room but no handsome lover in sight.

Frowning, Jessie eased from the bed and then grabbed one of her husbands clean tshirt's from the bag before rubbing her face sleepily. Unsure what she was feeling, she headed for the bathroom and took a quick shower before slipping into the shirt and her jean shorts. Making quick work of brushing her hair and pulling it up into a messy ponytail, the young huntress had just opened the door and stepped back into the main room when all hell broke loose.

One moment, she was only mildly concerned about where Jericho had gone and the next... She felt the prick of a needle in her arm and then a hard body at her back. Because being attacked in her own hotel room was the last of her concerns, the caramel haired beauty was slow to react and when she did... the realization that a drug had been put into her system was trumped by panic.

WHAT THE FUCK?

Throwing an elbow back into her captors ribs, Jessie heard a good "omph" before her other hand went for the eyes. Stabbing blindly, she managed to break his hold and turned to land a fist in the gut. As the man howled, she turned to run for her weapon but the room was suddenly shifting and she fell towards the bed. Nausea and true fear bloomed as she fought to keep moving and stay upright.

Unfortunately, by this time, the man was recovering from her attack and lunged forward. Raising a foot, Jessie kicked at a knee but it lacked the force she normally wielded. She was in serious danger and she knew it. Where was Jericho and who as this asshat? She certainly didn't recognize him so it wasn't someone she had picked a fight with in the past.

"What the hell do you want?" she hissed, pulling herself along the bed to where she'd dropped her weapons the night before.

"You, you bitch!" the man sneered at her, jumping forward and kicking at the pistol only inches from her hand. "I got a pay load coming on your ass and I'm not about to lose that hefty little bounty."

Swearing silently as her gun slide out of reach, Jess tried to make her limbs work but it was as if lead and grown in the place of her normally strong muscles. When the man pulled back a fist and leveled it at her, she couldn't even flinch out of the way as it met her face with a stars inducing blow. As blackness crowded in, she was vaguely aware of being lifted and tossed over a shoulder and then the world when black.

ATTIRE

[/color] Jericho's Tshirt and jean shortsCREDIT SAM !? of A Changed Hogwarts. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS someday - nickelback NOTES TAG TO JERICHO and I dunno where you wanna go from here but I had him carry her out. That work??WORD COUNT no idea, who cares as longs as its good? [/center][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[jericho]

i'm no poet, an artist from the start & i'm a doctor deep in surgery.
I NEVER SAID I'M COMING BACK - YOU NEVER SAID YOU'RE COMING BACK.



i've got bones to pick, and unfinished business & promise me you'll forget me.
'CAUSE I'M THE HUNTER AND YOU'RE THE HUNTED, THERE'S NOWHERE YOU CAN RUN.

[/b] We shall wing it...AND IT WILL BE GLORIOUS.
WORDS-- enough.
ATTIRE-- jeans, tshirt and boots.
LYRICS-- YOUNGBLOODS - the hunter & the hunted.
CREDIT-- FRAMING daylight @ caution.[/size][/font][/ul]

[Jessica Coulter]

Damn, how much did she have to drink last night and who the hell had hit her with that mack truck? She sure as hell hoped someone had got the license plate because the hangover might just kill her.

Those were the first thoughts that rambled through Jessies mind as consciousness surfaced. The banging in her temples was enough to make her wanna throw up and she couldn't help the small groan that escaped her as she battled for awareness. Wanting to rub her eyes, the huntress tried to raise her hand only to discover they were immobilized somehow. Jerking on the ropes, she suddenly realized that shit was even deeper than she'd supposed.

That was about the time when memory set in and she grew very very still as reality bit her on the ass. She didn't know what the fuck was going on but whatever it was... It was bad.

Then, she heard voices and she forced her mind to begin computing everything she knew and could decipher. The strangers voice she didn't recognize but it wasn't the one from the hotel. Jericho's voice, however, she did know and it made her catch her breath. Oh god.... Whoever it was had managed to grab him too.

This was bad. This was REALLY bad.

As the men continued talking, the caramel haired beauty tested the ropes on her wrists but they were secure. Thankfully though, her feet didn't seem to be tied so she could work with that if needed. It wasn't much but better than being trussed up like a thanksgiving day turkey.

Keeping half her attention on the conversation and catching that their attacker thought Jericho guilty of something, she frowned but turned her main focus on the room. The best she could tell, they were being kept in some kind of abandoned building but shifting her head to much brought pain pounding through her skull. Whatever drug they had given her was still making her feel like her head was stuffed with cotton and the blow to her face had been a good one evidently. Tentatively opening her jaw a bit, she was relieved that it wasn't broken even if it felt like it.

Forcing her brain to focus, Jess heard the sound of footsteps approaching and immediately pretended to be unconscious. Unfortunately, the asshat grabbed her by the hair and jerked her head back, dragging a groan from her throat. Opening her stormy eyes, she glared up at the man and got her first look at the man who was obviously from Jericho's past.

“Now, why would I do that? The fun’s just beginning.”he sneered down at her.

Damn, didn't these idiots ever come up with any original lines? Turning her glare into a snide smirk, Jessie stared up at him with a curled lip. Her expression was one that had obviously judged him and found him wanting in every way that mattered.

"Jericho... Baby... Next time you wanna bring in a third for our play... Could you pick someone a bit more... hygienic ? I mean, I'm an equal opportunity sort of girl but.. this one smells like he crawled out of a gutter... And hes in SERIOUS need of a fucking toothbrush. Forget morning breath.... Seriously, ever heard of Scope?"

Which of course earned her another smack to the face but she grinned through it. The hand in her hair was really starting to irritate the hell outta her.

"Whats a matter, asshat? Truth hurt? I got news for you.. its not going to hurt nearly as bad as what I'm going to do to you as soon as I get free. You better start saying your prayers because your minutes are numbered."

Even as she spoke, she could see the dudes eyes flaring. He was obviously crazy and she was pushing at his buttons. Making him lose control and he was practically drooling at the mouth with the desire to hurt her. So she simply kept smiling then as he belted her another one and her head rang with bells.

ATTIRE

[/color] Jericho's Tshirt and jean shortsCREDIT SAM !? of A Changed Hogwarts. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS someday - nickelback NOTES TAG TO JERICHO and I dunno where you wanna go from here but I had him carry her out. That work??WORD COUNT no idea, who cares as longs as its good? [/center][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[jericho]

i'm no poet, an artist from the start & i'm a doctor deep in surgery.
I NEVER SAID I'M COMING BACK - YOU NEVER SAID YOU'RE COMING BACK.



i've got bones to pick, and unfinished business & promise me you'll forget me.
'CAUSE I'M THE HUNTER AND YOU'RE THE HUNTED, THERE'S NOWHERE YOU CAN RUN.

[/b] We shall wing it...AND IT WILL BE GLORIOUS.
WORDS-- enough.
ATTIRE-- jeans, tshirt and boots.
LYRICS-- YOUNGBLOODS - the hunter & the hunted.
CREDIT-- FRAMING daylight @ caution.[/size][/font][/ul]