[ Everyone knows Frank Castle's story. That's how it's supposed to be. Jess has theorized on several occasions (and many of which she doesn't remember) that that's the only reason she can stand to be around him. Everyone in District Six has a sad story. It's a victor's burden to know that everyone outside the Capitol does, even One and Two.
Hers, she keeps to herself. That doesn't win her any friends at home, so they keep theirs private too. Mission accomplished. The sentiment surrounding Jessica Jones spans from resentment to misapprehension. Trish has become the kind, compassionate face of Victor's Village, and does her best to keep the needle swayed toward the latter end. Jess doesn't care either way.
It's only her sister, or a bad word against her, that gets her to feel anything. Something like that is what sets her off in Fletcher's. It nearly escalates into a fight before the townsman's friends pull him back, talk sense into him about laying hands on Capitol property (if not in so many words). The bartender tries to cut her off but she won't have it. Puts money down. Keeps drinking. Starts railing at people until the Peacekeepers show up.
A cruel chuckle cuts free from her tongue when they walk in the door. ]
Oh, you goddamn cowards. [ She scrapes one of her coins off the bar and whips it at the other patrons. ] You goddamn spineless fucks!
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Hers, she keeps to herself. That doesn't win her any friends at home, so they keep theirs private too. Mission accomplished. The sentiment surrounding Jessica Jones spans from resentment to misapprehension. Trish has become the kind, compassionate face of Victor's Village, and does her best to keep the needle swayed toward the latter end. Jess doesn't care either way.
It's only her sister, or a bad word against her, that gets her to feel anything. Something like that is what sets her off in Fletcher's. It nearly escalates into a fight before the townsman's friends pull him back, talk sense into him about laying hands on Capitol property (if not in so many words). The bartender tries to cut her off but she won't have it. Puts money down. Keeps drinking. Starts railing at people until the Peacekeepers show up.
A cruel chuckle cuts free from her tongue when they walk in the door. ]
Oh, you goddamn cowards. [ She scrapes one of her coins off the bar and whips it at the other patrons. ] You goddamn spineless fucks!