JESSICA JONES.

haylcyy:

    ❝I know how that feels.  You doing okay..?❞

               _{“ … i don’t know. maybe? it’s hard to tell these days.
                 but i’m helping people now. word got out about me,
                 i guess. that kind of thing is supposed to make
                 people happy, but for me it’s just a reminder. “}

                         ( @haylcyy​┊liked ‹ ❤ › for stuff )

               _{“ killing him – it should’ve felt good. but it didn’t. “}

haylcyy:

The bluette blinked, and looked over at Jessica,
before shaking her head, as the bluette watched
the flame slowly dissipate from her pale hand.

    ❝Nothing, really.  I’m not really the kind of person
        to be a hero, like how you normally hear.  I just
        like to keep to myself.❞

Hayley just shrugged.  She’s never been one for violence,
and she rarely ever uses her powers, anyway.  It’s been
better for her, to stay out of view, anyway.

          _{not a whole lot of people are willing to make the necessary sacrifices
          in order to become a hero. counting herself among that group makes
          understanding that mindset simple, so hayley won’t
          find any argument here.}

               _{“ how about … “}

          <sub>without realizing it, she’s begun opening up. letting herself
          enjoy a bit of interaction away from the usual suspects. 

               “ … blaze blue? there might be a trademark
                 on that already, though. fair warning. “</sub>

haylcyy:

She’s currently just idly spinning
the fire around her hand, with her fingers,
blue hues watching it twirl around.

               _{“ well that’s a nice trick. “}

          _{that kind of shit really puts things into perspective. after all, jones’ own
          abilities are pretty tame compared to some of the things she’s been
          hearing about lately. soon enough, gifted people won’t
          be an anomaly – what then?} 

               _{“ they got a name for you yet? seems like
                 everyone gets a name. or is it just hayley? “}

haylcyy:

[ Hayley watched the woman before her before taking
     a slow, and deep breath, closing her eyes in the process.
     She exhaled the deep breath, whilst she watched the other
     woman examine the picture that Hayley handed over, before
     the bluette shook her head no.  If only she was that lucky. ]

[ She wasn’t entirely sure how to get the words out,
     for what they did, honestly.  Hayley hesitated speaking,
     slowly doing her best to get the words out. ]

        ❝They…they..murdered my family..❞

          _{any decent person might reply with empty condolences, words serving
          more as ritual than genuine sympathy. jones won’t pretend to care about
          what this woman has lost, they’ve only just met. getting too close to the case
          might end up making her give a damn, too, which should be avoided. getting
          all tangled up in the drama makes her job more difficult.} 

          <sub>jessica lifts her gaze from the photograph, gauging
          the client before pressing for more information. 

               “ how many people were in your family? “</sub>

haylcyy:

[ Hayley nodded, before taking a picture out
      of her pocket, of the people in question,
      before sliding it over to Jessica on the table.
      The bluette didn’t even so much as gaze at
      said picture, when she slid it over. ]

[ Just touching the picture made her
      skin crawl.  Hayley just simply took
      a deep breath, and exhaled slowly,
      before replying. ]

         ❝They were last seen here, last week..❞

          ^{umbrage runs cold through her veins. lips painted a muted crimson twist, afflicted by the puzzle being assembled before her. a complete avoidance of acknowledgement to the picture as she hands it over, not even a gaze flickering over to it for a passing moment. pain – perhaps trauma, if she’s trying to avoid anything that might trigger an episode.}

          ^{an uneasy inhale, shaken & ambivalent – jessica goes over the photograph without looking back over to the woman despite having heard the noise. the girl is mustering all the courage she can to do this. jones doesn’t dance around the topic, prompting to flat out ask the hard question, even if the answer is no.} 

               ^{“ did they sexually assault you? “}

haylcyy:

[ The 99 yr old just quietly walked
      in to the woman’s office.  Blue
      eyes examining her area, before
      returning to the ravenette, and
      sitting down on a chair, as well. ]

         ❝I..wanted to know if you can find
             a group of people, for me.❞

          ^{a vivid burst of color, a nebula in a sea of dull tones &
          nearly monochromatic shades. drawn to it like a moth,
          her gaze thoughtlessly continues linger. hair like that
          contrasts starkly against a skin tone approaching
          sallow, not even a full shade off from printing paper.
          the distraction eventually rolls off her shoulder,
          attention refocused once the client begins speaking.} 

               ^{“ probably. depends who you’re looking for.
                 hopefully you’ve got something
                 for me to go on – right? “}

                         ^{( @haylcyy┊liked ( ❤ ) for a starter )}

               ^{“ i charge hourly, plus expenses. “}

          ^{jones pushes the door open, granting the woman entry
          before retreating back to her room to throw on an actual
          shirt. promptly returning, she throws herself into the
          chair on her end of the office desk.} 

               ^{“ so let’s hear it. “}