Much like her brother, Jackie's dreams were haunted, though the specific specters which dogged her sleep weren't quite the same as those which lurked within Raven's dreams. While her brother might have been haunted by the past and by things that he could never change, Jackie was tormented by the future with the full knowledge that she would have a hand in its construction. Furthermore, while time and steel had rendered most of Raven's nightmares just as dead as the parents they had slain, Jackie knew just how real and how ever-present her own tormentor was. Drugs and exhaustion would lend her no refuge from the being which made her every waking moment an excruciating balancing act.

Clutching her clothes tightly to her slender frame, clothes a size and a half too large for her, Jackie trembled in the cold of the mid-autumn night. She wasn't usually out so late as this, but then the day had seen some extenuating circumstances which were equally aberrant. Pulling the low cut jacket more tightly across her narrow shoulder's, Jackie hunched her head down furtively and quickened her pace. The absolute last thing she wanted was to be spotted so late at night, let alone while dressed, if it could even be called that, in what she wore. She lurched a little as she moved, unused to walking in the knee high boots which adorned her feet, and not wishing to step too liberally thanks to the infinitesimal length of her miniskirt. Her pale stomach, left bare by a blouse which was several inches too short for the season, roiled and turned and let her know that she'd have a headache to contend with the following morning as well. She wasn't sure, but she thought she might have also been a little drunk, but it was always difficult to tell, so soon after regaining control. 

Stumbling around a corner, Jackie, with her disheveled lank brown hair and downcast eyes, came to an immediate halt as she practically tasted her heart as it leaped up and into her throat. Those watchful eyes had alighted upon something which stood very high upon the list of things she'd least wanted to see that evening, right beside anyone who might recognize whose clothes she was wearing. Raven. Jackie stood motionless for several seconds, locked in place by the absolute horror of whom she was looking at, even before her brain reminded her that she was wearing less fabric than it would take to cover a particularly shameless lamp. Every aspect of her body language and countenance, in that trying moment, bespoke her awful embarrassment and aversion, from the way her trembling frame hunched even further to hide the shame of what she was wearing, to the way her pale face flushed red in her panic. She looked at Raven in wordless horror, as mute in that moment as her brother, as she wondered if she had enough strength to fully flee the situation. The only thing which kept her from the ultimate form of retreat was the knowledge that such retreat was what had facilitated this chance meeting in the first place; That if she had just been a little less weak hours before, then she wouldn't be walking home dressed like some scruple-less street walker.

Sudden movement from Raven abruptly broke the arresting spell which had so paralyzed the surprised girl, and she actually flinched as he offered over his scroll. Her alarmed and haunted eyes danced rapidly over the screen her revealed to her, and a faint flicker of comprehension marked itself upon her drawn and flushed face. Blinking, something close to revulsion briefly flashed across Jackie's face, before an obvious effort of will expunged it from her countenance. She looked down, trembling from the cold, at the mortifying outfit she wore, with its tiny jacket, tinier top and tiniest skirt. Then, in the way her treacherous mind always did, she tried to imagine being in some cafe, dressed that way. It was a horrible thought, one which made her cringe with aversion, even before she added in the idea of Raven's company. She'd not seen her brother in nearly a year, had actively avoided him in fact. She knew his schedule well enough to never be in the same place as him, and it really was only by chance and the contrivance of fate that the two could have possibly run into one another. The only silver lining was that it was Jackie who'd chanced to meet her brother, and not Heidi.
"N-no..." She whimpered, tremulously, as she made further vain efforts to conceal what she was wearing from her brother's eyes, even though he'd doubtlessly seen enough to draw his own conclusions about the events of her evening. "No. It's l-late and I need..." Feeling tears starting to come into her eyes as the cruelty of the situation and the embarrassment it entailed all sort of struck her at once, Jackie hastily rubbed the offending drops from her frantic eyes. Without another word, she hastily moved past Raven, close enough that he could smell the heady perfume that clung to her like a cheap coat of paint.

In the instant that she tried to bypass her brother, some part of Jackie was unsurprised to feel his fingers, always so strong and agile, snake around her wrist. Sadly, it was not so great a part of her mind that she was not still surprised when Raven's grip, immutable as steel around her fragile arm, abruptly yanked her back, despite her attempt to flee. Even if it had not been her brother's intention, and surely it hadn't been, she found herself tottering dangerously and half stumbled a further step before her wrist came mercifully free of her sibling's grip. Her ankle rolled upon the unsteady scaffolding which Heidi seemed to consider shoes, and she let out a quiet, agonized gasp as she limped a further step away from Raven and was forced to brace against the nearby wall, lest her footing give out entirely. 

As she stood there, barely keeping upright on Heidi's infernal shoes, Jackie heard the tell tale 'tack-tack-tack' of someone typing on a scroll. In a moment which seemed to stretch on well past its welcome, anger flared up inside of Jackie. Her embarrassment at Heidi's humiliating antics boiled over and mingled with the outright mortification of Raven's unexpected appearance, all of which crystalised into a tight ball of seething, malicious loathing directly squarely at her little brother's heart. Still, she was powerless to do anything with that hatred, powerful though it might have been. She was just barely keeping from crying as it was, and the absolute frustration of her situation was not helping matters. Feeling weak and trapped, she considered running again, and effecting what she knew to be a much more complete escape from this horrendous, nightmarish scenario which Heidi had thrown her into and which Raven was perpetuating. And she hated Raven that much more for forcing her to even consider that alternative. After all, wasn't it giving in and running away which had inevitably ended with her dressed like a street walker in some part of the city she didn't even recognize?

Cursing herself, cursing her sister and, most of all, cursing her brother, Jackie forced herself unsteadily away from the wall and looked at Raven. She was not, by her very nature, an assertive person. Then again, exhausted, hurt and humiliated as she was, Jackie was hardly herself right that moment. So, before her hyper-vigilance and her anxiety and her discretion could stop her, Jackie Clovis half walked and half limped up to Raven, wound up and slapped her brother as hard as she physically could across the cheek. Failing that, she would at least relieve him of his hideous scroll, which she had no intention of reading no matter what might have been written upon it. 
"Go away!" She shrieked at him, full in the face, as tears welled up in her panicked eyes and smudged the unflatteringly caked on makeup which coated her cheeks. Hadn't she been through enough tonight on the malicious whim of one sibling, that now she needed to deal with the brutish interference of another? All she wanted to do was get back to her room before anyone else saw her. Most of all, she wanted to get away from Raven before she did something they would surely both regret. 
"Don't make me call her..." She choked out, as she covered her face and turned away from him, her words as much a warning as a threat, and made for the stairs. A few more hushed invectives, half muddled under disconsolate sobs, followed as she hastily tugged off her traitorous footwear and began her limping ascent to her room.