the black sky

"was this you?" matthew doesn't let up, keeping a firm grip. "marco derveni, the journalist before this one, the security guard who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time? i can name names if you've forgotten them already."

"And I know their names. So tell me. What do you know about it?"

Banner's 'fine'. Which she interprets as Bruce heard Elektra's voice and went green. Faith sighs, gives Rip a little gentle jiggle in her arms, and glances over. "Stuff's changed since you left. That rift out in the Harbor? It's the Hellmouth. Looks like there's a duck world on the other side. Never mind. Sounds cooler than it is."

DAREDEVIL 2.13 “A Cold Day in Hell’s Kitchen” (2016)

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[ 1AM ] the stoop of a brightly lit psychic shop, pondering haven from the rain. [ 2AM ] the [ lobby / room ] of a run-down motel during a tumultuous storm. [ 3AM ] a dark graveyard thick with petrichor, well beyond visiting hours. [ 4AM ] an empty, rusty gas station nearly flooding with rainwater. [ 5AM ] a cabin in the frozen woods, large fire raging under the hearth. [ 6AM ] a bus stop hazily lit by the rising sun, earth smelling of petrichor. [ 7AM ] a crowded coffee shop, patrons in a rush to escape the morning rain. [ 8AM ] a serene camping site overlooking a valley, air humid & fresh. [ 9AM ] a diner smelling of breakfast food as rain patters on the window. [ 10AM ] a walled-in garden full of flowers, just as the afternoon heat sets in. [ 11AM ] an empty public playground, equipment hot from the sun. [ 12PM ] the middle of a sweltering outdoors shopping center. [ 1PM ] the side of the highway after your car breaks down from the heat. [ 2PM ] a bustling farmer's market ripe with produce, unhindered by the rain. [ 3PM ] a city sidewalk gloomy with mist & countless puddles. [ 4PM ] the forested perimeter of a vast lake, cold from snow melt. [ 5PM ] a [ restaurant / diner ], interior lights flickering under a fierce storm. [ 6PM ] a car interior, passengers stuck on a dangerously snowy & dark road. [ 7PM ] an outdoors event as the heat backs off, full of laughter & live music. [ 8PM ] the long queue of a club, impatient patrons stuck in the rain. [ 9PM ] the threshold of an apartment, knocking to be let out of the hailstorm. [ 10PM ] a windy beach past public hours, grains of sand mimicking the stars. [ 11PM ] the backseat of a car parked in the pouring rain on a lonely road. [ 12AM ] a pier on the cold, misty waterfront as fireworks are let off.

elektra

Anna Akhmatova, from "The Sentence"

Elektra by Mike Krome

"But yeah. Difficult is one word for it. Usually it involves a lot of research, a total deficit of patience, and a guy named Giles making faces like he’s personally offended by the concept of fun. But we manage. Most of the time." She tilts her head, shifting her weight as she lets her gaze trail from the cheap saint statues back to Elektra. There’s a natural, easy curiosity in her expression. Not the suspicious, identity-checking vibe of an interrogator, "Which brings me to you," Buffy adds, her tone perfectly casual, conversational. "What's your story? I see you and Faith are all buddy-buddy, and Faith isn't exactly the type to just hand out a VIP pass to her inner circle. How'd you guys meet?"