he surfaced from the subway, hot and lethargic. stumbling slightly as the toe of his shoe caught on the chipped top stair. his heavy wool coat billowed in the sudden wind, a train entering the station and the breeze above ground caught him in a split-second maelstrom. without thinking he fell into step, a walk he’d done a thousand times before to his little apartment, just large enough for him and his leaning tower of paper-backs. a moment before he reached for the door to the cramped lobby he spotted his landlord, mrs krasinski, a portly lady in her 50s who seemed to struggle between choosing whether she adored or loathed him. jay ducked back, cursing under his breath, dodged round to the fire escape at the side of the building and squinted up at the metal ladder. he had never been athletic but his sudden and scorching need to be left alone was motivation enough. he’d done it several times before without breaking his neck at least.
“what the fuck?”
the person sprawled beside the dumpster was not the usual fare for this alleyway. where there weren’t slowly blooming bruises there was a coat of grime and scrapes. a wound at the guy’s side oozed an alarming amount of blood. the way he half-curled made him look like he’d been trying to hide. jay dropped to his knees in the filth of the side-street, quick grey eyes attempting to catalogue the extent of the injuries. “hey? can you hear me?”
―hands intertwined, kisses trailed from his jawline to his lips, and it happened. buzz. buzz. an annoyed sigh escaped her lips, as she rolled over to see the notification that had interrupted the night. ―are u home?― she quickly tapped a reply back as she sat up in her place. “what can i say? i’m popular.” she chuckled but she knew she would have to leave soon. an unexpected heist was to take place and artemis elsa was needed. she never told jay for fear he’d never speak to her again. he was a dear friend and she couldn’t possibly lose him. she wouldn’t admit it but she was afraid to lose him. “i’ll have to cut the night short again but i promise i’ll make it up with netflix and pizza.” she beamed as her hand brush through his hair. “unless you’re up for chicken wings and mozarella sticks instead.” some nights were cut short and other times, she stayed until the dawn. she often lost track of time through their adventures, although their adventures would end leading them back to his place anyways.
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lips, hot like a brand over the cut of his jaw, one big hand pressed in the curve at the small of her back. jay let out a dramatic sigh, hair mussed and shoulders aching as he flopped backwards onto the sofa. “both. netflix with pizza, chicken wings and mozarella sticks.” he flashed her a cheeky grin, elsa’s fingers soft in his hair. as far as he knew she still worked at the coffee shop where they met, yet her scheduling was more reminiscent of the doctors at the hospital, on call at any hour of the day. she seemed really close with her brother, from what he could glean and that seemed to be mostly the cause for her swift and often random exits. their arrangement suited him and the moment she left he knew he’d gladly collapse and sleep for the next 12 hours despite the sudden change in plans. around a yawn he asked, “want me to walk you to the subway?”
working the coney island whack-a-mole booth was not how davina musgrove imagined her first day of summer vacation to go. she’d worked at coney island the past year, scrounging up money for what she planned would be a dope summer, and had put in her two weeks exactly two weeks ago. still, she didn’t have the patience nor attitude to deal with anyone today ( or any day, really ), much less people attempting to barter a giant ass panda into their hands. “ LOOK, dude, we pay little malaysian kids ten cents a day to make these toys, ” she gestured towards the stuffed animals in a way that likely meant something to someone where. “ we can’t just give them away. play again and try not eat shit at it. ”
jay snorted, curling his lip. he’d wandered off after the third of the mornings’ procedures where his hands hadn’t been able to stop shaking. the silicone of his gloves starting to ice over in his concentration, sweat drop freezing on his forehead before divya had slapped him away from the table and told him to take the day. get your shit together, isolde, you look like garbage. then he’d climbed onto the subway, numb. had ridden and ridden until he was coughing up the way-too-many bucks to get four corndogs and wielding them between his fingers like fucked up, deep fried, spongey claws on the hellhole that was coney island. the chipped paint, the unidentifiable coat of grime, the scurry of rats and the eeriness was too real, the shine of being a kid gone like 3 of the four corndogs. after his derisive noise he continued. “i mean, you’re lucky if you leave this place without needing a tetanus shot, don’t push your fuckin’ luck.”
this is really just a bunch of headcanons shoved together so i’m really sorry, i’ll write up something more coherent soon!! i promise!! i’m m or megan whatever u prefer and this is my trash smol, jay.
— ♦ [ LUCKY BLUE SMITH, CIS-MALE ] it’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s JASON ISOLDE, the TWENTY-ONE year old, who works as a MORTUARY ASSISTANT, that is known for being OBSERVANT & CAPRICIOUS. secretly, they’re actually a CIVILIAN, who has the ability of CRYOKINESIS. hopefully this new world won’t overwhelm them.
he likes to be called jay not jason bc it makes him think of his dad, alot of people call him isolde tho bc of his line of work.
jay is a mortuary assistant which in manhattan is pretty wild. he spends most of his days weighing organs and helping with autopsies... he’s not squeamish at all really so new york is perfect for him. he is underground most of the time so he’s always kinda shocked by sunlight like a startled mole.
he’s kind of a gigantic nerd so he has tons of interests and not enough time to look into them all.
he used to get hella bullied because he’s scrawny and smart-mouthed, if anything it just made the sarcasm worse and he has a habit of getting in people’s faces.
can be kind of a prickly pear, sometimes just a complete grumbly grump like a grandpa.
SO on to his powers, his powers emerged about a month ago and with it came his constantly low body temperature and his suddenly SHOCKINGLY white hair. he has hardly any control over his powers and as such he’s terrified of himself ( the elsa jokes are all there but hes DYING bc he doesnt have anyone to tell them to). recently someone attempted to mug him and he grabbed their wrist, his powers reacted and the ice lanced out to completely freeze their hand and gave what looked like severe frostbite which was sure to need amputating. he is very nervous that this person is going to attempt to find him and retaliate or expose him completely.
the thing is... his body didn’t alter to fit his powers so he is constantly bundled up in a million layers and sniffling like he has a cold. he’s found that if he uses his powers for a concentrated period of time his body temperature plummets, icicles form on his eyelashes and he’s pretty sure he’d become hypothermic, experience frostbite, a coma and eventually death if he used them a lot or for a long period of time.
he also has the potential to heal w the ice, one day, very far into the future. however it is key that this only responds to other people and he himself has no healing factor at all.
he has become more reclusive so connections w a past would DEFINITELY notice this, he figures he should spend all his time around dead bodies so he cant accidentally freeze someone that’s actually alive.
I WANT ANY AND ALL CONNECTIONS, best friends, fwb, enemies, his superpower sensei just gimme, DEFINITELY hmu bc he needs all the plots or if you’re feeling a lil shy like this and i’ll come to you!
