WRITTEN BY MIMI / SAV (S)HE. † 21+ only.

A STUDY IN: politics and family. abuse and neglect. child exploitation. runaways and horse girls. conmen, cults & a man that's a little too old for you ( by 800 years ) . cannibals being vampire cousins. religious trauma. being left at the altar. loving with rose colored lenses. abandonment issues. mourning someone who's alive. trying to live forever after wanting to die all your life. bruises and bite marks.

white or red convertible, mostly with the top down.

yellow volkswagen bug.

white jeep.

She's in a big ass innertube with her shades on, and despite what some people may say about using pto to clean the house : this is how to actually spend a day off. Jessie's drink is far enough away that she can't reach it anymore, and the sun grazes her skin enough to recognize that she's no longer almost ghostly, but sun-kissed peach as she kicks her feet in little paddle motions beneath her.

Chris is also there, which is both weird and not weird at the same time. She called off first, so really he should be working right now, but of course she started the trend of taking the day off and he had to follow suit. She already made the joke that he was copying her and it ended in them in the pool and she's not mad at it because he has connections to someone who has a pool in the first place.

It's rainy, but Jessie is trying not to make it a big deal. The drops press against the awnings of the house, against the shutters, probably doing well by the plants but still making the day pretty much a bust by Jessie's definitions. The vampire figures that now would be the best time to go out anyway, mostly relying on overcast days and rain clouds to go out at full power and not with her ring that only works 10% of the time at 50% power. She doesn't like complaining, but she doesn't like her life's luck even more considering the sun is what gave her strength as a human and now it's being taken away from her by force one step at a time.

Existentialism comes to play when she had a nice day planned out and it didn't go how she planned it. Stefan and his presence helps, though. The grocery store isn't as busy as it could be considering everyone wants to stay inside to avoid the flood, and instead of clonking cowgirl boots she's sporting squeaky rain boots that make noises as she walks down the aisle like she's in a cartoon.

Jessie speeds up to walk beside him, hooking their arms together as they walk through the store, planting her feet right in front of one of the freezers before tilting her head to rest on his bicep, squinting her gaze as she reads the labels of the five hundred different flavors.

During the summer, Jessie likes to be outside. Because of this fact, the young woman has spent way too much effort trying to fight her way outside given the circumstances of her vampirism, and despite having a busted and a half ring — she was going to be outside whether she burned or not. The night time gets her a little too sad especially when the sunrise is one of her favorite things on earth, and with the days being longer this time of year, she's willing to risk it a lot more than in the colder months. A vampire at the beach, probably two negatives that Jessie is bound to make a positive kicking and screaming.

"Darlin'," a pause, watching the other before she's smiling all big as she does. "You're gonna get eaten alive by the waves!" Jessie laughs, pushing herself upwards by her forearms and sitting up half way as she watches Hope paddle around between the ripples of waves that are at rest between the giant ones crashing down. "Make sure you don't get sand in them eyes, you need them t'admire me." A fit of giggles erupt from the now blonde vampire, an attempt to switch things up now that she's in a place of her life where trying new things can be encouraged rather than seen as an attempt to be under the radar. Jessie's happiness has never felt so concrete as it does now, and it can be seen in the sparkling hues of her emerald green eyes as she looks at the floating tribrid.

After a moment, she finally decides to stand up, running a hand through her hair before putting them on her hips. "I can already tell it's freezin'," she murmurs, but she kicks off her flip flops anyway before she's easing down the sandbank watching as her feet press against the sand and leave footprints. Inching closer to the water, the waves rise and crash against the shoreline, snaking up to her feet and rest between her toes.