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// Okay I know Matt's whole schtick about not killing people but also: how is he not killing people. Like, boy, I love you, but you just dropped a man down two flights of stairs and left him there? Just because he's not trying to kill people doesn't mean that people don't die 👀
// On episode 7 and can I just say I love and adore Ben Urich and Karen's relationship...
(If anyone knows anyone who writes a Ben, hit me up with that @ 👀)
@CricketPost96 She chuckled, "Well, we've got to make sure you've had the full tourist experience!"
To Karen, the tall buildings and yellow cabs and city lights were commonplace, but not for Jordan.
"Yeah, I live quite a few floors up myself. That's Hell's Kitchen for you!"
[Starter for @CricketPost96]
Karen felt slightly uncomfortable as she entered the flash Manhattan penthouse. She didn't know Christian Drummond massively well, and she certainly wouldn't know anyone else at his party either.
In all honesty, it wasn't really her scene. But, --
@AloofMechanisms -- the process of running away from other frustrations, she was running towards some new kind of trouble.
"What kind of conundrum?"
She kept pushing.
[Starter for @AloofMechanisms]
Today, sure had been a hell of a day. There had been a shooting at a mall and Karen had received no less than five phone calls asking her if it was the Punisher.
She hated this.
She hated the willful ignorance.
Just because one of the --
@AloofMechanisms So, he took issue with the idea of running from his troubles. Karen, meanwhile, felt like she was always running - if not away, towards trouble.
Never static, either way.
The air of mystery his words gave did indeed serve only to further her curiosity. She wondered if, in --
@OliverGarden__ -- he targeted. The mob, criminals. People who had already killed someone.
Frank's skull X-ray fell out of the file as she walked, causing her to stop, turn back, and grab it, taking a moment to stare at it, as she always did when she caught sight of it. Mustn't lose that.
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