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pcllyanna:

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          She doesn’t follow her gesture, instead cocking her head and crossing her arms before her. Stephanie dealt with BATMAN on a daily basis, this attitude was hardly anything to write home about in comparison. Though she imagined the pair would get along swimmingly

          “ PRIVATE or not, don’t you think saving people is more important than whatever confidentiality you think you’re upholding? I ain’t asking you to spoil EVERYTHING, but you’ve gotta help a girl out. ”

          Eyes dart around the room, looking for nothing in particular, just giving her a moment to take measure of the woman and think through how she might convince her to offer up the information she needed. What did Batman say? Be Stephanie, not Batgirl. So she falls back to her and grins

          “ How can I make it worth your while to at least give me a NUDGE in the right direction to find the info myself? ”

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          tenacity isn’t a trait that jess finds admirable under most circumstances. a dead gaze rests on the plucky blonde, rife with intolerance & shock at the audacity. now, she’s run into a number of stupid motherfuckers in her life, but this is the first one to so plainly strut into her workplace & press for a breach of contract. 

          gaunt hips find a more satisfying angle to rest at. nails drum against the arm of her chair. now her foot is tapping, all of these being clear indications of impatience. tongue rolls against the inside of her cheek, lower lip sucked in as she fights back a churlish groan. “ saving people – what’d you mean by that? “

          asking that question isn’t the first time she’s gone against her better judgement. part of her tries to say that it’ll get the woman to screw off posthaste, but somewhere in that cold heart jessica knows that it’s because she’d like to do the right thing. make up for all the bad shit she’s done, if that’s even possible.  

pcllyanna:

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          stephanie brown, ever impatient, ever-so-terribly impolite, ever-so… well, basically every im- word you could think of at the moment. but at least she has the consideration to look SOMEWHAT sympathetic, flashing a bashful grin as she entertains herself with a lock of hair whilst waiting for the woman to pay attention

          “ right, RIGHT, well, it’s not that arrogant, but to each their own, yeah? ANYWAY, see, we’ve been investigating these guys, couple’a drug dealers, nothin’ too impressive and we came across your name. seems like you’ve been doin’ some sort of thing. so i wanna know, politely, what information you have on one frankie hart. dunno if that’s his real name, sounds kinda dumb, right? but he’s a tall guy, carrot top, mid-thirties? ”

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          another disappointment. it shows in the way jones hangs her head with a false smile.
          turns out most people aren’t as nice to talk to as they are to look at – how surprising.
          seems like another top-heavy, airheaded hopeful looking for a handout. not uncommon
          in the city. here in the office of jessica jones, though?

          well, there are a number of reasons to believe this
          won’t end up being just another one of those cases.

               “ did you see the words on the door? “

          she gestures towards it with a pen, tucking a lock of raven hair behind an ear. 

               “ alias investigations. if you bothered calling first, or even googling that name,
                 you’d realize that i’m a – PRIVATE – investigator. i appreciate that detective
                 friend of your’s sending someone pretty, but that doesn’t mean a whole lot to
                 me. definitely not enough for me to just break client confidentiality
                 agreements because you asked nicely. “

pcllyanna:

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          “ Hey, hey, HEY. ” She waves both hands at the woman, attempting to drag her attention away from whatever she was actually focused on. “ Hey, hi, name’s Stephanie, protege to the greatest detective in the world, yada, yada — you got a sec? ”

@akaknightress

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          talk about being one annoying motherfucker. with the phone
          pressed up against an ear, she locks eyes with the blonde. 
         “ i’ll call you back, trish. “ she says into the receiver,
          muscles straining to capture the brunt her
          contempt towards … STEPHANIE

               “ well, that’s pretty cocky. arrogant, even.
                 you’ve got my attention, but make it quick. “

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