Re: Text: Alison/Jo
[After Eddie's bad girl comment over her telling him something she thought would make him laugh - she needed out. Away from the fucking journals, away from the men in her life that she alternated between wanting to cling to and punch in the face. Away from the truth that what made her bad, what edged her ever closer to rogue from vigilante were things that she'd never tell anyone. Oh, they'd come out eventually, things had a way of doing that, but the longer she refrained from telling, the longer those things stayed in the dark.
They weren't anyone's business but hers, truthfully. Hers and whoever she decided to spend her time with. Right now, that was Jo. Watching movies sounded easy enough, a few hours of escapism and entertainment to keep her from thinking too much about anything at all.
Dressed comfortably in a pair of blue jeans, - two knives hugging her belt at her back - boots, and a v-neck cordovan colored sweater, her journal and phone left behind in her apartment in Tokyo, she parked herself in the lobby, one hip leaning up against the wall.]