3608/There's A Demon On My Fire Escape.

There's A Demon On My Fire Escape.
Date of Scene:	28 September 2020
Location:	Alias Investigations
Synopsis:	Jessica is woken by a Levian, he discovers waking up Jessica is not a smart choice.
Cast of Characters:	Levian, Jessica Jones

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Levian has posed:
It's late in the morning when a sound can be heard outside of Jessica's window. The fire escape is moving around and even her window gets bumped a few times.

Levian, in his jacket and all, is rolling around in his sleep on the fire escape, until the side of his face is pressed up against the window, still asleep. He'd look like a normal guy aside from his pointed ears and the weird slit on his forehead.

Also the whole sleeping on her fire escape and now against her window thing.

Jessica Jones has posed:
After a long night's work, which usually culimates with drinking till close to dawn, the one thing Jessica expects is to not be bothered when she sleeps. If you can call it sleep, considering she's more or less collapsed in her bed, diagonally, pretty close to how she stumbled on home. Her leather jacket at least is tossed on the floor, her tank top is sloppily worn about her, as if she was in the process of taking it off when the lights just came out. Her skinny jeans is half way down her thighs, she gave it a good effort. At least she managed to kick off her shoes.

She likely need a good while longer to reach enough rest to actually wake up, but no, the gods send her some nuisance to make a notable aggravating sound out her window. Bleary eyed, Jessica turns from a drool soaked spot on her bed to peer weakly towards the fire-scape window, snapping out, "get lost!" Before reaching for her pillow, placing it over her head.

Levian has posed:
Levian starts to slowly wake up, squinting through the window and lazily stretching. "I'm sleeping." he speaks through the window, then curls up next to it as he just starts to close his eyes and get comfortable again.

But then he opens his eyes, remembering something. "My name is Levian. Sorry, I forgot that humans prefer introductions very quickly."

Jessica Jones has posed:
Somehow, Levian manages to come up with the magic word, something audacious and daft enough to pull even Jessica out of bed. "You're what...? Asshole!" Jessica snaps as she throws her pillow at the window, only to drag herself up to her feet, making quick work of adjusting her pants and top while shuffling towards the window and knocking on it, hard, but in her sleepy state she misjudges the force and instead of knocking, punches right through the window, scattering glass over Levian, and cutting her own hand in the procees. "Oh fuck you, who the fuck sent you here, the devil himself?"

Levian has posed:
Levian rolls away from the window and starts shaking glass from himself like a dog, before he stares at her, opening the third eye on his forehead to look over her body. Mostly to determine that she herself isn't a demon or something. Though his third eye isn't the easiest thing to see behind his bangs, it is there. "What? No, Lucifer doesn't really tell me to do anything, other than stay out of trouble. I just came here because your soul feels like being home. It was easy to sleep."

Jessica Jones has posed:
"Oh fuck me sideways..." Jessica groans when Levian actually opens a third eye on his forehead, "okay...I'm still sleeping in, and this is a fucking Lovecraftian nightmare, got it..." she takes a step back, looking towards her bed and back at Levian, "okay...how about you fucking go back to Neverland or wherever freaks like you come from, and I'll go back to bed and we both pretend this never happened. Ok? Because if you just seriously told me my soul is as good as hell, I think I'll fucking end you right here and now."

Levian has posed:
"I don't think your soul is damaged or anything." Levian perhaps attempts to comfort, though he's very calm, or tired, possibly difficult to tell. He seems to mostly be looking behind her, staring at her room out of curiosity. "It's like if a normal soul was in hell, maybe? Not sure."

He suddenly tries to stick his head into the window. "This doesn't look like Hell at all."

Jessica Jones has posed:
"Oh wow...what a charming compliment, my soul would be just normal in hell, huh? Well fuck off, get away from my apartment, before I'll make you go away, you hear me?" She takes a menacing step towards the window, looks like she's seriously about to get violent with Levian, having not a care in the world to what he may or may not be.

Levian has posed:
"That's not what I mean." Levian looks from side to side, trying to determine what exactly to do here.

He jumps from the window and stands on the fire escape, watching her approach, unsure of what exactly she can or will do. Humans seem to be able to do a //lot//. "I should start small."

Reaching around in his pockets, he suddenly pulls out a twenty and holds it out to her. "I'll buy you beer and we can talk. That's the traditional human ritual, correct?"

Jessica Jones has posed:
"You should start by getting the fuck out of here, I didn't have a good night, and you made it worst. Then you offend me, in my own home, so I have zero patience for you, asshole!" Jessica's voice gradually rises in volume, to the point where neighbors might have been peeking out, if it wasn't for the fact most of them are scared of dealing with her. She's made it to the window and is about to climb out to the fire escape, it looks like she's fully intent on ending Levian just as she promised. Apparently his third eye wasn't deterrent enough. "OUT. NOW." She demands, reaching to take a massive swing if he doesn't get out the way. Apparently she's fine with knocking him out all the way to the ground.

Levian has posed:
"Your soul is fine!" Levian says as he backs up until he's pressed against the rail. "I meant that... you seem like someone who is in pain? Is that a better way to say it? I don't know how to describe everything the way that humans do."

He's continuing to hold out the twenty, almost leaning over the rail. "I apologize?" he says in a questioning tone, trying to find the correct thing to say here.

Jessica Jones has posed:
As Levian lingers, Jessica reaches to grab him by the collar of his jacket, making a gesture of threatening to push him over the safety railing. "I don't care what you are, but I do want you...OUT. OF. MY. LIFE!" Seeing how persistant and knob headed he seems, Jessica proceeds to follow with a massive punch towards his head, assuming he will not withdraw on his own. She is not a happy person when her precious sleep is disturbed.

Levian has posed:
Levian goes over the rail from the punch, falling all the way down until he lands upright on top of a car that gets its roof smashed in.

He's a demon, but he'll definitely get a black eye to carry around.

Looking up, then calls out, "Sorry!" and quickly runs off as the car alarm blares through the street.

Jessica Jones has posed:
For a mere moment, Jessica looks like she might feel bad about decking Levian the way she did, after all, she mostly operated on the impression this was a dream. Or rather a nightmare. However, once she sees how well he lands as he makes his escape, lest she follow him, she snorts. "Unbelivable, now I got fucking demons bothering me...fuck!" She snaps, turning to look at her shattered window with a frown, "and more stuff to fix...fuck this, I'm going to bed," and she does just that, making a few more steps towards bed before collapsing, not even bothering to bandage her bleeding fist.