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BROWS RAISE, eyes tracing over the ground below, HIS BODY crouched on the ledge of the DARK building before he draws in a quiet breath and shuts his eyes. He rubs his temples idly before he shakes his head and studies the ground below. KARTER needed to think. It was clear that HELL’S KITCHEN was nothing short of a shit storm, and apparently with PERIKLES buzzing in his mind he needed to find a distraction.

“Pity.”

HE GRUNTS, still hanging above the edge of the alleyway. He’d like to say that got him EXCITED, but the context of the sentence implied he missed all the fun. WAILING on criminals was a pass time he had grown to NEED given the pent up aggression that boiled within him.

HE SCAND the area, trying to find a better means of handling himself even though he knows FULL WELL that the damage has already been done.

“I missed all th’fun.”

HE HUFFS, arms crossing over his chest for a second before he pinches the bridge of his nose trying his best not to let loose the DOGS of his fury before he shakes his head and puffs.

“Save some fer th’rest of us––––ass.”

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           “Y’KNOW, YOU’RE THE MOST FUN FRIEND I HAVE.” They’re not even friends (she doesn’t have many of those) but she’s going to rummage through the cabinets of her apartment anyway (not that she’s seriously expecting him to stay.) Echo is dark but Frank is just the pure epitome of a Debbie Downer, and she kind of appreciates the gruff reality checks --- kind of. Following through with two small glasses and an unmarked bottle, the woman drops it between them like a TRUCE and waves a hand over it in a grand showcase.

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         “   oh,   but   i   don’t   need   to.   ”         jessica   jones   has   never   learned   when   to   not   poke   a   damn   rabid   bear.   and   out   of   all   predators   prowling   these   streets   like   it’s   the   fucking   jungle,   castle   is   probably   the   most   dangerous   of   them   all.   she’s   done   her   homework;   finding   all   the   information   you   want   in   the   gaping   void   that   is   the   internet   isn’t   all   that   hard   once   you   know   where   to   look.   jess   does   ---------   she’s   damn   good   at   her   job,   can   unearth   secrets   other   people   can’t   even   begin   to   imagine.   it’s   gotten   her   into   more   trouble   than   it’s   worth   it,   but   hey,   she’s   got   that   type   of   curiosity   that   cannot   be   sated,   mixed   in   with   just   enough   lack   of   self   preservation   to   make   her   one   of   the   best   in   her   field.

      but   she   doesn’t   need   all   that   to   read   him.   she   doesn’t   need   to   know   all   the   details   of   his   admittedly   fucked   up   background   to   see   how   he   ticks.   it’s   in   the   way   he   holds   himself,   shoulders   tense   and   drawn   in,   fingers   itching   for   the   trigger.   it’s   in   the   vacant   look   in   his   eyes,   devoid   of   any   glimmer   of   warmth,   like   the   person   he   once   was   had   just   checked   the   fuck   out.   she’s   seen   that   look   often   enough   in   the   mirror   to   know   what   it   represents.   to   see   past   his   hard   facade   and   glower.   so   her   lips   curl   into   a   smirk,   saccharine   and   sugary   sweet.   i   dare   you,   the   flash   of   white   tiers   between   rubies   seems   to   say.   underestimate   me.

   Finding drunk men stumbling around his alley wasn’t something new. Griffin was used to waking in the early hours of morning to breaking bottles and liquor-heavy laughter. What he wasn’t used to was a man reeking so heavily of blood Griffin was half convinced they had bathed in it.