her lips were moving. she was saying ... something. ayesha wasn’t completely inconsiderate; they tended to try to listen when people were speaking to them. but indy was speaking so much, and they had more pressing issues on their mind. the missing keycode in the husband’s journal doesn’t make sense. it’s almost like he knew that she’d hired --- ayesha, are you listening to me? they blinked quickly, head twitching and eyes looking at indy. “no.” remembering their manners, “sorry, i’m just thinking about a case. i didn’t mean to ignore you, you’ve just been talking for-” they didn’t even know how long, “awhile, indy.” @violentparties
“I don’t to be honest.” Persephone turned to the woman next to her with a confused look on her face. “Why are you asking? Is he a run-away one night stand?” Persephone looked excited at the prospect of some juicy gossip. She suddenly started looking at the other woman’s hair.”I love you hair.”
their eyes widened, lips puffing to breath out a scoff, "he wishes." they wrote something down in a small notepad they were carrying, clutching it as they looked around for a clue as to where to go next. they didn't plan on speaking to the other again until a compliment hit their ears. "oh," --- please don't touch my hair -- "thank you ... i grew it myself." the femme replied in an uncertain tone. they weren't the best at taking compliments, especially from strangers.
sawyer looked up from his phone when he was addressed, a look of complete and utter confusion on his face. he wished he could help, but he’d been too absorbed by a text thread with solomon to take much notice of the white SUV, let alone the man inside it. “i’m sorry, no, i didn’t see anything,” he said, genuinely apologetic, “was it important?”
yesha sighed, dark eyes averting to the ground as their boot scuffed against the cement in defeat. “yes it was.” there was a brief pause as they wrote something down in handheld notepad which they after shoved into their back pocket. “not your fault though. just not my day.” they looked around, as if trying to figure out their next steps.
"at this rate my paycheck is on its way to an early grave," ayesha huffed quietly as the man that she'd been trailing got into an SUV and drove away while she was stuck at a crosswalk, the little stickman glowing and damnable red instead of the green she needed seconds earlier. turning to the other person waiting at the crosswalk, the detective cocked a brow. “you don’t happen to know that man that just got into the white SUV, do you?”
- ayesha’s mom was cree first nations and ojibwe native american, and her dad was a mix of european and afro-guyanese. like her name, she was raised with a conglomeration of these cultures.
- she spent most of her late teens and early twenties traveling around the northern US and southern canada. no real reason. wanderlust. the desire to be free. the desire to meet new people and see the world.
- in her travels, she met a man. from there, things got complicated.
- both of them had immense street smarts, and both had little financial resources. partially out of necessity, partially for the thrill, the two started conning their way through the united states
- they were SUPES bonnie n’ clyde y’all. it was a crazy whirlwind -- until ayesha’s mom got sick. ayesha had to go home and asked him to come with her. so he did. and then things got bad.
- within a year ayesha’s mom had passed. neither ayesha nor their lover were happy with staying in one place for so long, but ayesha felt like they had to be there for their father.
- long story short, the relationship became ... have you ever heard Love The Way You Lie by Rihanna and Eminem? fuck eminem, but they were that song forreal and it was super fucked up
- years passed and ayesha was a detective, their partner had a career of his own, but ever so often they would go out and commit petty crimes together just for the rush. it seemed to be the only way they could connect, the only way they stopped fighting.
- after a particularly bad fight between them one evening, the police were called by some neighbors. it was a huge thing and everyone in town heard. the next day, ayesha’s boyfriend was missing. and the whole town had a prime suspect in mind.
- hounded by rumors and heartbreak, not knowing what to do, they decided to do what they do best: run. they closed down their detective agency and moved.
- and here they are! they showed up a few years ago and nobody really knows anything about them or their life before coming here.
- she opened her own investigative office soon after arriving and rumors circulated that there may have been some shady circumstances surrounding her last agency / town she lived in, but no one was ever able to track any of those rumors or prove anything
- over time, ayesha gained the trust of many people in town by solving small private cases; tracking missing pets, following cheating spouses, chasing down runaway teenagers, etc.
- through word of mouth, ayesha was able to acquire quite the reputation and was soon sought after by both the mayor’s office and the police force to help with cold cases and issues of town safety that required quiet handling
- aside from people on the force, in the mayor’s office, or at the local bars, ayesha still doesn’t have many friends because she spends most of her time working
- lowkey highkey, ayesha still doesn’t know what happened to toxic bae and still spends a lot of her free time trying to track his ass down and figure out if the boy is dead or what (hint, not dead, WANTED CONNECTION)
quickfacts :: genderfluid femme, 28 years old, detective for over six years, is a scorpio (yeeeeah we know), pansexual (maybe demi, we’re unsure), big ball of rough around the edges with good intentions. fluctuates between chaotic good and chaotic neutral moral alignment. knows everyone’s business but doesn’t gossip.
