#jesse:threads

[stormymists]

who: rea king ( @roadmosttaken ) where: davy jones locker

"Aren't you a cop? What are you doing in a dump like this?" Jesse asked, eyeing the woman next to him at the bar and recognizing her from town.

[stormymists]

"Just a spark plug and some brake pads," Jesse said, lifting his clipboard off the wall to hold out to Axel. "It's not trouble, really. I mean, it's not like I have a life outside of this place." He shrugged. He just drank at the bar until he went home. Sometimes he slept at the garage.

where: marty's garage who: jesse ( @stormymists )

the garage had been particularly busy over the past few days and it hadn't gone unnoticed to him that jesse had been working hard to push the repairs out.

"hey man, here for list check in. what have you got left to do on your list?" he asked "also, thanks for your hard work but don't forget to take some breaks for yourself."

[ambercast]

(continued from here with @ofescapisms)

Jesse felt profound relief when Mylene pulled out some tissues and a water bottle. He took them from her with a nod. "Thank you so much, this is perfect," he said, pouring a little out into a tissue and using it to clean up his shirt. Now there was a dark wet spot, but that would fade. He swiped at the spot with some of the dry tissues, leaving behind some specks of white, but the shirt itself was light so hopefully it wasn't noticeable. "This is my only nice shirt," he said sheepishly.

[tvskaa-aa]

@bujianle liked this for starter

                   ˙ ˖ ˙ ˖ ♢       ❝  hey  ――  !  what’d you do that for ?  ❞  he definitely did not deserve that smack !

[ambercast]

(continued from here with @crazedhatesoul)

"It's okay, thank you so much," Jesse said, taking the wad from Xavier and doing his best to wipe away the cream and work out the stain. It looked like it was going to need to soak, though. He sighed. "This is my only nice shirt."

[stormymists]

"Depends on if you're looking for taste or just to get drunk," Jesse muttered, glancing sidelong at the patron who lingered at the bar beside him.

where: one of the bars/restaurants with a bar

who: Tommie and Open (can be a bartender or another patron)

"I don't usually drink" Tommie admitted as she stood at the bar. If anything it was usually just some wine here and there at home. "What do you recommend?"

[ambercast]

(continued from here with @endlessreruns )

Jesse was stunned when the young person who approached him suddenly hugged him. He didn't know what to do for a moment, frozen in shock. After a beat, he took Parker by the shoulders and pushed him back, narrowing his eyes at them as he tried to figure out if he knew him.

"Are you . . . wait. I know you . . ." It had been almost twelve years since Jesse had seen Parker Russo, but the eyes were the same. That's what he remembered. "Parker?" How in the world this full-grown adult was the little Parker he remembered, Jesse had no idea. That's what time did to you, he supposed.

[ambercast]

(continued from here with @callofthxvoid)

Jesse breathed a sigh of relief as he took the handkerchief from the young woman. "Thank you so much," he said, being careful as he wiped up the mess as best he could, folding the handkerchief so the mess wouldn't touch anything of hers before handing it back. "Oh, um, I'm not new. I live up on the mountain. I thought the town was wiped out when the zombies showed up. I used to come here with my mom when I was younger, though. Go to the library. I still go to the library."

[stormymists]

Jesse sighed when he heard Skipper's voice, getting out from under the car he was working on and wiping his hands clean with a rag he flung over his shoulder. "You didn't have to do this," he said with a slight grumble, looking at the bag of food and adding that to the tally of things he owed Skipper. He didn't like owing people things. "How much was it? I'll pay you back."

closed starter for @stormymists (jesse) location: marty's garage

"Jesse? You in here?" Skipper stuck his head into the garage. "I hope the answer is yes, otherwise the food is gonna get cold." He had mentioned that he was gonna stop by for lunch one of these days, and he meant it. "I guess I could just leave it in the fridge for you though if you're too busy."

[ambercast]

(continued from here with @endlessreruns)

Jesse looked at Eagan in dismay when the other said he could use his finger. "But then my finger would be dirty," he said. He took the coupon gingerly, carefully using it to scrape off the cream as best he could. There was still a stain, which was regrettable. He looked around for a trash can, then, holding the coupon with the cream away from himself. "Is there a waste basket nearby?"

[ambercast]

event: flower festival where: main street who: open

Jesse had reservations about coming to the festival, but once he arrived, he was glad he came. It was beautiful, for one, and it was uplifting to see all the people that had survived. He admired their strength. He hadn't given them enough credit, he realized.

Sitting on a bench as he people-watched, he took a bite of the tart in his hand, quickly lifting his hand to catch the crumbs that fell, a blob of cream dropping onto his shirt. He looked down at it in dismay. He'd worn his one nice button-down to this. Glancing around for a napkin, he lifted his hand to a passer-by.

"Excuse me, so sorry to bother, but would you happen to have a napkin or handkerchief on you I could borrow?"

[ambercast]

(continued from here with @darkestxdreams )

Jesse blinked, recalibrating as someone spoke to him. He turned toward the man, shaking his head slightly. "I've been here before," he admitted. "Just . . . not recently. I thought the town had been wiped out by the walking spirits."

[stormymists]

"Hey, yeah, I can squeeze you in for a service," Jesse said, flinging his oil rag over his shoulder as he approached Dex and his car. "Nice ride," he said approvingly. "Looks like you take care of it pretty well. Must mean a lot, huh?"

where: marty's garage who: jesse ( @stormymists )

dexter pulled into the garage and climbed out his car, looking to see if he could find a mechanic to have a check at his beloved car.

"hey, how are you? do you have some time available to have a check over my car? it needs a service and i think the shocks might need a look at"

[ambercast]

(continued from here with @violenttempest )

Jesse turned to look at the person who'd answered his (mostly) rhetorical question. "I'm from the mountain," he admitted. "I was under the impression that everyone in Huntsville had died, done away by those ghostly figures that haunt the night. I came down to see what could be salvaged and find some batteries . . . I wasn't expecting a living town. How have you all survived?"

[ambercast]

where: main street who: open

Jesse was a bit shellshocked, honestly. Standing in the middle of main street, his rucksack over his shoulder, he stared at all the people walking back and forth, doing their various errands, going their various ways, and was dumbfounded. Huntsville still existed. He never thought it was possible, but here it was, still standing, with people inhabiting it, alive. After almost eleven years of believing he was the only person left alive in West Virginia, being confronted with the truth had his brain rather scrambled.

" . . . How?" he asked no one in particular.

[ambercast]

(continued from here with @ofenigmas)

Jesse couldn't help but smile faintly when he saw the two handkerchiefs. "I use cloth napkins too for the same reason, but I haven't embroidered them. Did you make these yourself?" he asked curiously, taking the sunflower one and gently removing the cream from his shirt, not wanting to mess up the flower.