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Searching for answers [OPEN]

WHO: Skye and YOU
WHERE: Around Heropa, Residence #031, and local diner.
WHEN: December 7th-12th
WHAT: Skye is trying to get answers as to what happened in downtown Heropa via witnesses and her own totally illegal research.
WARNINGS: Cursing

Of course things could never go right in her life, but this was a whole new level of fucked up. Her powers had been switched with Jesse's, and while she seemed to have gotten the easier to manage powers, Skye had to deal with the fact that Jesse needed her help in order to try and control hers.

So between helping Jesse, and searching for answers it left Skye with little time to sleep. Which, apparently, wasn't needed anyway thanks to one of Jesse's powers. Although it would've certainly been a lot easier without having that constant buzzing sensation running through her powers.

It wouldn't be hard to find Skye, she was all over town this entire week. Searching for answers, asking witnesses, searching on a computer she managed to swipe. Sometimes she was at her house, but quite a lot of the time she could be found at the local diner, sitting in a corner while sipping on an endless supply of coffee and researching on the laptop.

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Like hell she was going to let him out of the room. Skye quickly stepped back in front of the door to keep him from getting out.

"You're not going anywhere." He could take it as a threat if he wanted to. "You're upset, and I get it, but I'm not letting you risk your life." Or someone elses, but she leaves that part out.

Jesse exhales sharply, working to keep his temper under control - which is getting increasingly difficult. "Skye," he hisses. "Either you're gonna help him help me, or he's gonna make you get outta the way."

She knows she's pushing it, but now he's threatening her too?

"I'd like to see him try." Yeah, no, she's not moving from the door.

Jesse sighs and turns away from her, reaching for his wallet. He doesn't bother saying anything. Just counts out several hundred dollars and tosses them onto her nightstand.

Skye watched as he counted out his money, a bit confused as to what he was doing until he tossed it onto her nightstand.

"Seriously?! You're trying to buy me off?"

Jesse wrinkles his nose at that accusation. "No," he corrects irritably. "That is for the damage to the house when my man gets here and you try keep him out." And it might not be enough, depending. But he can always send a check.

Well, he's got Skye's attention, and not in a good way. Standing up straighter, Skye stepped away from the door and over to him.

"Are you seriously threatening me right now? Because all I've done is try to help you with this, and you're just going to take advantage of the fact that you can use drugs now?"

Jesse raises a hand. "Okay, first off, it's not a threat. It's a warning. His job is to protect me no matter what's standing in his way, and that includes you. Like I said, you can help him help me. But if you decide to be his problem, he's gonna do what he has to.

"And second: my sobriety is none of your fucking business. I'm the guy walking around with the power to level a goddamn city if I'm in a bad mood. That's on me now. So I don't really care if you got some judgment about me using or not using. I'm doing what I gotta do."

"What is he? Your guard dog?" Skye asked mockingly, struggling not to raise her voice.

"It is when you're talking about killing a guy. You think you'll be in your right mind if you're so high you don't even know which way is up? And who's to say being on drugs will even suppress them? They don't stop when you're asleep. I told you that."

"No offense, Skye, but you literally don't know what you're talking about." On account of how she's never been a junkie. "Nodding's different from sleeping. I'll be calm, is the point. And I'll be like that long enough for him to take me someplace far away, where I won't be able to kill anybody."

"And then what? You spend the rest of your life hidden, away from people?" Maybe he could handle isolation, but she couldn't. It drove her mad.

Jesse shrugs, sinking back down onto the bed. "Maybe. I mean, it's not like I got a whole lot going for me here. Anyway, who the hell cares what happens to me?" He sure doesn't.

Skye didn't want to give him the wrong impression by saying that she cared, but she did. To an extent. She often cared too much, which sometimes bit her in the butt. She didn't want that to happen this time.

Still, she felt responsible.

"I'm not about to have your friend tear down this house over drugs." Skye finally went over to where he had thrown money and quickly grabbed fist fulls. Shoving it at him, Skye maintained eye contact with him.

"And I'm not taking your blood money."

There's a knock on the door. Or more accurately, loud and demanding pounding. Joel got Jesse's message and he's got the box clutched in his hand, and he looks pretty pissed off. Really, he's worried out of his mind about Jesse, but to any onlooker who doesn't know Joel, worried on Joel just looks pissed off.

He waits a few seconds and then he's balling his hand into a fist and pounding on the door again, hard.

As soon as Skye hears the banging at the door, she gives Jesse a warning look. She thought about ignoring the door and just keep Jesse from getting out there. Then the 'friend' started again. She was sure her roommates were awake now, so to protect them from this drama she opens the door of her room and hurries to the front door and yanks it open. Looking up at the burly man, it's clear by the expression on her face that she is not the least bit thrilled.

"Whatever it is you brought for him, he's not going to take it. So you might as well go back to whatever it is you were doing."

Joel is about to pound on the door again, ready to punch the door in if need be, when he hears footsteps fast approaching it. He expects it to be Jesse answering the door, seeing Jesse was the one who messaged him, and there's an argumentative look on Joel's face already--

Which drops straight into a look of taken aback alarm at who actually answers the door, which then immediately morphs into a stony look of disdain. And, oh boy, that look is partly reserved for Jesse. Goddamn idiot.

"I ain't answerin' to you. Where is he?"

Sure his stature was intimidating, but Skye wasn't about to back down just because he was clearly using it for that exact reason. Using her arm to block his entry if he tried to move in, Skye didn't look behind her as it would be a dead giveaway.

"Doesn't matter. You're leaving."

"No, I ain't."

Said in a tone that matches the look on his face.

Skye was really not in the mood to be dealing with this bullshit.

"I don't care how much he's paid you to do this. I will make you leave. So, this your last warning."

Joel stares down at her for a long hard moment, lips pressed together, until he finally just gives a derisive and dismissive shake of his head - dismissive of her.

"I don't got time for this bullshit," is all he says as he steps forward, pushing his way past her.

Out of instinct, Skye immediately raises her hand to use her power on him. Nothing.

Shit.

Being pushed back further into the house, Skye immediately goes for the hand he's holding the box in and tries to twist his thumb back towards his wrist.

Joel ignores Skye as she tries to stop him, charging his way into the apartment and about to demandingly call out Jesse's name, when Skye is suddenly grappling at him. The box tumbles out of his hand and lands on the floor.

"Ah, Jesus--!" he grounds out as she attacks his hand, starts trying to break his thumb. Joel reacts instinctively: he wrenches his hand out of her grasp and slams his forearm against her chest with a shove to make her back off, sending her slamming backwards hard into the wall. He has a tendency to forget his own strength sometimes, especially when suddenly being attacked by someone.

Skye had just managed to kick the box off to the side when she's suddenly airborne. She doesn't even have time to properly react as her back slams against the wall hard enough to leave a dent and then she's face first onto the ground. Well if he was going for a KO, he got one, because she doesn't move from the floor.

Now that they're finally done with their whole thing, Jesse steps out from the hall and ducks down to swoop up the box. He's not worried about Skye - she's got his power, which means she can't get seriously injured, even by Joel - and it's not going to do anyone any good if he gets involved the way he is now. With the box tucked under his arm, he gives Joel a slight nod of thanks before disappearing into the bathroom. No explanation forthcoming.

Joel is peering down at Skye with his jaw clenched tight. Knocking her out hadn't actually been his intention. He can't stand the woman but hitting her isn't something he wanted to do.

Well, he thinks with a pissed off sigh. Too late now. His eyes swing up to movement over the other side of the room and he silently watches Jesse make his way towards the box and then retreat from the room again. He might be relieved to see Jesse is alright but the dark look on his face says what he's really thinking.

A quick glance back at Skye before he's heading for the room he saw Jesse disappearing into. For a long moment, he just stands outside the door, glowering, and then:

"Think you owe me a goddamn explanation."

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