underachievement | IC INBOX / the quiet place.

I know we haven't met yet, so I'm sorry for bothering you like this. But Kilgrave won't stop trying to blame you for what he's done, and I wanted to touch base with you.

[ someone's clearly new here. ]

Well as long as you're sorry.

[She is, ok. It's the worst.]

Sorry enough to come to you before I cut off his hands and tongue?

[Is that a joke? Probably. ]

Don't get my hopes up.
What do you want?

Help cutting off his tongue and hands, mostly.

But I also wanted to ask about the prison. Frank mentioned you were in charge of the project, and I want to help. There's no rules or laws in this place, so some of us have to be willing to do what's necessary to keep people safe.

That's the idea.

I've got the location up on the bulletin board. Unless you've got abilities, construction is on a permanent rain check. Any crap you want to drop off?

Look. I'm not trying to bother you. So if you tell me to piss off I will. But I'm really trying to work out a way we can talk in person. Just once.

If I'm awake I'm probably at the prison.
Come by any time.

[When Clara does make her way to the prison, she creeps around until she finally finds a sign of life. There's really only one person that's likely to be here, so she lingers in the doorway of whatever room Jess is stationed in. Something tells her just barging in would be a bad choice.

She also isn't sure if talking is okay here, or if this is a device using zone. So she pulls her out and waves it a little in a silent question, eyebrows arched curiously.]

[ It's open to all members of patrol and the guard now, but Jess isn't bothering with the network this time. For several reasons, a hefty one being that she doesn't want the company. She's formed an attachment to the place despite knowing better.

Micro's security system tips her off to movement outside. Most of the mall remains dilapidated and inwardly crumbling; a single corridor has been sealed off and soundproofed, and one storefront from half a dozen converted for silent use. Jess is working on the interior of a second, only stepping out to leave the corridor door open for Clara to enter, and then going back to her nail and thumb routine. She's not exactly looking forward to meeting her, having read everything she could stomach in the network exchange between her and Kilgrave. But admittedly she has to give her points for showing up. Most wouldn't.

Openly kill a guy three times and it's like people are afraid of you for some reason.

Jess acknowledges Clara with a nod once she's secured a drywall panel to the wall. Couldn't be anyone else, even though it could. She's his type. ]

It's fine to talk if you closed the door back there. [ Uttered quietly in case she didn't. Micro's system didn't show any Sound Eaters hugging the building. ]

[More than Jess herself, Clara watches how she secures drywall to the wall. This is exactly what she was wanting to do in the house she's currently occupying but had to have Frank help her. She's a little starry eyed seeing Jess do it for herself, but she's quick to glance back over her shoulder.

Holding up a hand to signal to wait, she hurries on back to double check on the door in question. Making sure it's shut tight she runs on back, sliding her way right on into the room. ]

So.

[She awkwardly attempts to start a conversation, putting her hands on her hips as she looks all around. Her eyes settle on Jess and she takes her in. There are some similarities between them appearance wise, enough that she can piece together why Kilgrave has an interest in bothering her. ]

If I were to do us all a favor and kill someone, what're the odds I'd end up locked in here?

[ Jess could start on another panel while she waits but opts to use the time for a break and has a hefty swig of whiskey from the bottle on the ground. When Clara returns, she's wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. ]

Don't bother. He just comes back with a tinier violin.

[Something about that makes Clara irrationally angry. Not at Jessica, just at the fact that this place is such a shithole that the natives do absolutely nothing about a man like this and hardly anyone but Jessica is lifting a finger to do something to stop him. A dry, bitter laugh comes out, and all she can do is shake her head.]

Yeah, well, that just means we can shove the violin up his ass a little harder each time.

[Her eye goes to the whiskey bottle and she cautiously points toward it.]

Mind sharing?

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