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fuck yall and your bad boys. wheres my bad girls. wheres my secretive and mysterious love interest. wheres my outcast gf. wheres my cat rescuing, leather wearing, motorcycle riding wife???
♞://I KNOW A THING OR TWO ABOUT SHITTY DADS.
kara kilgrave as written by seb. sideblog of sclectiveconscience. 18+
aliasiing:
Eyes flick, train on the other woman’s posture and – everything. Tick over her intently with a slight air of HOSTILITY. She can’t help it – being woken up suddenly by an UNEXPECTED client isn’t the greatest thing for herself. She’s never liked people showing up randomly at her door.
Despite the fact that it happens often. Too often. You’d think she’d be use to it.
“No I’m –” She cuts off, purses her lips because right. Smart ass comments generally aren’t well received as a first impression according to Trish. Right. “Yeah – that’s me.” She changes, leans against the door. It creaks slightly under her weight. She needs to oil it or something – she keeps forgetting.
A pause – mulls it over.
“No – it’s fine – come on in.”
Blinks, she drags a hand over her face briefly before she steps back and lets the door creak open for the other woman to come in.
kara smiles a little bit to herself, a little bounce in her step as she takes advantage of the reluctant invitation. stepping into the apartment, she takes in her surroundings, curious as to how a private investigator lives. the answer is all around her, and it makes her just a little bit sad -- not well. she’d have to make sure to tip ms. jones well when their business was done -- although, taking another cursory glance over her shoulder at the attractive woman, she thinks that perhaps she’ll have to fabricate another missing person.
“Nice place you’ve got,” she says, although there is no hint of irony in her tone. “Reminds me of where I lived when I ran away from home.” perhaps it’s a bit rude, but neither parent was very much of a good influence on her, an excuse which she has been leaning heavily on since she was a teenager. “How long have you lived here? You seem quite settled in.”
kilspouse:
“ - & leave you behind to deal with Him ? Hell no, I’m staying right here.” It’s not her Kara, but it doesn’t mean she won’t be just as protective as she would be were this girl her actual daughter. She dares to draw closer, the smallest twitch of a smile on her features. “You don’t think I don’t have some kind of hiding spot for this kind of thing ? Just - come with me, we can both leave Him behind. “
she never thought of her mother as NAIVE, but perhaps that’s what she is. maybe that’s what her father had liked about her in the first place. “I’m not running and hiding, Melanie,” she says, reaching into the holster at her waist and pulling out her gun. “I’m going to KILL him. He’s terrorized you” (and others) “across dimensions for far too long, and someone needs to put a bullet in his disgusting skull.”
aliasiing:
It – takes her a SECOND to wake up. It takes her a second to wake and process through the sort of ringing in her skull. She doesn’t entirely remember what happened last night but there’s cuts on her knuckles and she could care less. Enough of an answer there – okay. Settled.
She barely hears the knock over the ringing and she grunts, half-tempted to do NOTHING and just – let bygones be bygones. Let the person loiter on her doorstep long enough until maybe she can call the cops and squeeze out some money from them. The desperate ones are ALWAYS that desperate.
Knock – faint but she can hear it. It persists and Jessica knows she’s not going back to sleep. So –
Crawl out of bed, fumbling with her jeans as she shrugs them on.
She grabs the bottle of whiskey on her way to the door, tosses back a mouthful before opening it.
“What do you want at —–”
Brows furrow.
“—– Whatever the fuck time of morning it is.”
kara is somewhat taken aback by the woman that answers the door, but manages not to react to it outwardly. she subconsciously takes a step back at the sudden arrival of the woman, not expecting her irritability, nor her question. pausing, kara looks down at her watch, reading the time on it and noting that it is not an unreasonable time in the morning.
“Er... it’s 11:16. I’m sorry, are you Jessica Jones? I was told that you’re the best there is, and I need to find someone.” pausing, she looks over the woman for a moment before continuing. “I’ll pay whatever it takes, I’m just at my wits end here.” as if emphasizing her willingness to pay, she shifts her fur coat back onto her shoulder, flashing her shortly trimmed but prettily painted purple and teal nails.
she pauses, considering for a moment. it would be easy enough to just compel her to do offer her services, but to kara that’s basically cheating.
“Of course, I can also come back later if you’re too... indisposed.” polite to the end.
kara would normally have left the coffee shop as soon as she got her drink, but something kept her loitering for a few minutes -- it seems that force was fate, because within 3 minutes, the most gorgeous woman kara has ever seen walks through the doors, and she finds herself very intrigued. “Oh, excuse me, let me get that for her.” suddenly by the woman’s side once she finished placing her order, kara whips out her wallet and pulls out a hundred dollar bill, setting it down on the counter, giving the strange woman a wink. “Consider it my treat.”
@zhestokiiy
for once in her life, kara is nervous. it’s stupid really, but she knows he’s in new york somewhere, but tracking him down is hellish to say the least, especially with his strong desire to stay under the radar -- probably because he deserves to have the shit kicked out of him. hiring a p.i. seems especially overkill, especially when looking for a man who is probably at least 60% purple like her, but if she’s being honest with herself, she doesn’t want to face him on her own.
and so, she finds herself before a door in a shitty apartment building, her hand hovering over the lettering on the glass.
ALIAS INVESTIGATIONS
she knocks.
“Jones? Jessica Jones? It’s business knocking.”
@aliasiing
“I’m sure you’ve head this before, but you’re really pretty.” maybe kara has had a few, and maybe she’s standing a little to close to the woman next to her, but maybe -- just maybe -- she doesn’t give a fuck and is taking her chances. “Do you come here often? This place is kind of a dive, and you seem a little out of place, if I’m being honest.” and honest she is, for once.
@opheliaavery
“Hey darlin’, maybe a ridiculous question, but what would it take for you to redesign this apartment for me?” putting away her lipstick, she digs around in her bag to pull out an envelope of polaroids, dumping them out on the table in front of the young woman who she had just so rudely interrupted. “The last owner left a bit of a mess, and I’m looking to get settled in as soon as possible.” looking at the pictures, it seems very much as if the previous owner thought they still lived there.
@hyugainterior
“You shouldn’t be here.” the words are cold, cruel, but they’re nothing if not earnest. kara had tracked her father to this plane, and although the melanie before her is different than the one from her own world, she could always recognize her own MOTHER in a heartbeat. “He’s going to be here soon -- it’s not safe.” she could command her to leave, just to make it easy, but she never could stomach doing to her mother what he had done to her.
@kilspouse
( * STARTER CALL!! ) this is a super low activity blog but i want to play with her and you know you do too. :^)))
she’s got a pit in her stomach, a feeling of peril that lurks on the back of her neck, following her like a shadow. dread fills her as thoughts of That Entity creep into her mind, sending a shiver down her spine. That Entity has a name, but mama always told kara not to speak it.
she knows she has to speak it as she sees the girl exit the studio, bag slung across her shoulder. christ, she’s so young. she knows where that girl is going, and kara can’t let her. The Monster waits for her at home, and she must protect the girl who she knows to be her blood.
a sharp, shaky breath escapes her. ‘Come on Kara. You can do it. You need to.’
she moves quickly, silently, and as she approaches she hopes that her powers are stronger. coming up beside her, she quickly steps in front of the girl, both hands up in a gesture that she should stop.
“Stop. Don’t try to control me. I just want to talk.”
@flamesofesmeralda liked for a starter.
@ kara: r u sure……
STARTER CALL!! I still owe a ton of starters on Kilgrave Sr., but I’ll get to these when I get a chance.
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