Lick... Lick…
Ah, this ice cream is good, even though eating ice cream at night like this is a bad idea. Who cares? I'll be fine anyway. Uh, what was I doing? Yeah, I was looking at her...
I look down from the edge of the building where I was casually sitting right now, and there she was, Jessica Jones, once again saving the day by beating a thug up in the alley. Ah, this girl really has nothing else to do? This is the most boring thing to do. Like, she just wakes up, eats some junk food, and then goes to college. She barely stays for the law class.
For some reason, she actually found law and criminal psychology cool? Who knows, but after that she goes to a park, hangs around with Trish, and does a bunch of nothing, and that Walkman she listens to is like her everyday oxygen. And after listening to the Walkman for hours, Trish nags Jessica about being a hero, and now Trish goes around punching up anyone who looks like they are doing a crime...
Honestly, how did this girl not get caught by someone? Like Hydra or the US military? Like, she is not even changing her routes every day; it's the same road, same alley. Like, what? At this point it's a shocker that the police have not caught her; that's how reckless she is...
Well, to be honest, it's not like the girl is not trying; she at least tries to go to class and talk with others, but it just does not work because, to be honest, Jessica is not that cool at all. I mean, like, a person right now talking to her feels like chatting with an empty husk... Not only that, but she also has so much trouble with controlling her powers; she really can't control her powers; she ends up stepping too hard on the ground, leaving cracks behind...
Guess that's why she likes to be in the park because there is no concrete, which would crack under her steps... but that's not the worst thing. She can't stay out of trouble, for the love of God! Jessica gets in trouble in the class, and then she walks outside and almost bumps into a guy. If that did happen, what would happen to that guy?? After that, she walks to the park, and when she was not carrying a raincoat, it started to rain. Like, what are the odds of this stuff?? It's like she is the MC or something, and she is in her unlucky bad backstory arc or something. Also, the part-time jobs she does are good...
It's like bad luck follows her or something... Oh, speaking about bad luck, her worst luck just came in sight... Kilgrave Wow, he actually has 2 girls like they are his playthings, and look at him looking at another woman. how bad Honestly, how can you look at a girl in college when you have 2 fine women? This guy is not only stupid, he also has bad taste...
On the other side, Jessica was beating up a few thugs and saving that Malcolm Ducasse, right? I don't remember anything else other than his name; I just remember him being like a junky. He was funny anyway. Jessica is saving him right now, and Kilgrave sees Jessica do this and looks at him walking closer to her slowly...
I get on my feet and look down and smile because, well, the plot is going just as it should be going. In the show, this means the plot for at least Jessica Jones is not affected by me yet... I should get going, right? The elevator in this building is slow...
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I watch as the young woman throws a man back with one punch...
"You two go away..."
I order the two women and walk slowly, watching her fight. It was like a beautiful dance, her power... it was inhuman... I slowly walk to her, and she is wearing a tattered leather jacket. Dark hair. Eyes sharp enough to cut glass. She stood in the alley like a wolf that hadn't realized she'd wandered into a city made of sheep. She didn't look scared. She didn't look like she gave a damn. And that—oh, that was interesting.
She turns to me, her body tense. even defensive...
"You, what are you looking at?" she snapped.
"Oh, I am just enjoying the view," I said with a grin on my face. "But you—" he gestured toward the still-groaning mugger, "—you're something different."
"If you're trying to be charming," she said, "you're failing, you know."
"I don't need to try."
Still no smile. Just fire in those eyes.
Delicious...
"You know," I said, circling her slowly, "you look like you fell into a thrift shop and declared war on fashion."
Her expression didn't waver. I smirked. "I mean it affectionately, of course. There's a certain... rebel chic to it. If you're into that whole urban avenger delusion." That got a flicker in her brow. A nerve. Something personal. Something vulnerable.
"You don't know a thing about me."
"I'm learning."
She stepped forward, a challenge in every motion. "Back off before I rearrange your face."
I laughed. Oh, she was perfect.
"You saved that man? Let me ask you why," he said, gesturing vaguely toward the shadows where the junkie had escaped.
"I saved his life because it made a difference. Saving his life was a good thing, and I don't need a 'why' to save someone..."
Oh, she talks back too? I smile once again and speak. "But you still got nothing for it," my voice dropping into a darker note. "No, thank you. No praise. Not even a plaque. You gave away power—for nothing." That bothered her. I could see it. She turned slightly. defensive once again...
Just for a second, even vulnerable.
"Smile."
The word left my mouth like silk laced with barbed wire.
And she smiled.
Not because she wanted to. But because she had no choice.