New York may be the city that never sleeps but it sure sleeps around. Cheaters are good for business. Private Investigator [18+ Marvel RP|Crossover friendly]
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~ the point. The man she had been shouting at had already ran away and she turns to face @unstablecage
" Well, fancy seeing you here "
~ good. Everything turns to shit with her, people were put in danger. Of course @unstablecage could take care of himself but that wasn't ~
~ swig of the whiskey in her hand. She had been trying to avoid @unstablecage recently and Trish too. Mainly because it was for their own ~
Jessica almost winces as she hears the familiar voice of @unstablecage behind her. Well fuck. She sighs a little to herself, taking a long ~
"Alias Investigations "
She hands out cards to everyone.
"Detective. Private Investigator. Best in the business. "
~ stranger.
" Hey! Watch where you're walking. There's a whole sidewalk and you walk right into me? "
~ Drive, Cobalt Lane... "
She's cut out of her thoughts as someone walks right into her. Her eyes snap open as she looks at the ~
~ quick, short gasps and she starts to whisper to herself, reciting the streets of her childhood.
" Main Street, Birch Street, Higgins ~
~ her mind. Kilgrave is there beside her. He's whispering in her ear - " You want it. You know you want it " Her breath starts coming in ~
~ she saw couples kissing, flirting. It made her feel sick. She leans against a wall, closing her eyes for a moment as flashbacks pop into ~
~ which she not so subtly hid in a brown paper bag. She wasn't going anywhere in particular she was just...walking. Everywhere she walked ~
~ So she got out of bed, got dressed and headed outside into the cold city streets. Of course she brought a bottle of whiskey with her ~
~ As always she had thoughts of Kilgrave in her head and even if she did manage to sleep she'd be woken up by a nightmare sooner or later. ~
~ had ended the day like she always did, with a glass (or six) of whiskey. She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling but she couldn't sleep. ~