<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/32/79/15/327915f4d08affc485522e81024f4f90.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Jessica Jones<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>(15:15 PM), Janaury 12th 2018<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Sanctum Santorum<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black Leather Jacket, Purple Vest top, fingerless gloves, ripped acid wash jeans, leather boots.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Dr Stephen Strange, Hercules<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Jessica was becoming annoyed with Stephen Strange, maybe it was because he was upper class, a wealthy arrogant Doctor. Ore maybe it was the whole magical thing, the fact he could teleport people like he was out of Star Trek ore something, she didn't like to be at the will of a man with power, power to dominate her and to take control, it was too much like Killgrave and she was still dealing with that. Still dealing with the pain of been raped and used by him, by been made to be a total and utter victim. He was dead now, yes by her hand, but even that felt like he had beaten her in some way. She looked at Strange and then *Hercules* and she scoffed, they were so different from her, so very different, what was she doing here? Why was she trying to be a hero just because Trish and Malcom told her that she needed to be. Why wasn't she at a bar right now?<br/><br/>"I don't need details, all I need is some help figuring out this mystical crap. I dont know if its real or not, maybe her husband hit his head badly on the way home from work. But ive got this Mrs Teller, coming to my place of business, putting on the water wroks sking for help. What was I supposed to do, turn her away? Tell her she was probably bat shit crazy?" Jessica said with a rather angry tone to her voice as she eyeballed Strange, who had already conjured up a portal for her to step into. "Anyway, why are you here Calvin Kelin?" She asked Hercules as she looked over in the direction of the jacked up pretty boy.