Or that's what she would say -- underneath the exterior, the dangling earrings and the long, blonde hair and the freckles and the way she snarls and scowls, Jaye is still a scared sixteen year-old-girl, holding her little brother's hand and watching everything they've ever known burn. She's still the girl who ran that day, who whisked Scott away and who never reconciled with her parents. Eleven years later and she still avoids that part of Detroit like the plague. ]
I'm a personal assistant who hits people.
[ There's some evidence of that, bruising around her knuckles, faint scars (though many are from before she met Coyote, too), but for someone who's half bodyguard, the evidence is pretty low. Maybe that means she doesn't run into trouble, or maybe that means she doesn't always use her fists.
It does, but she doesn't use a gun, either -- even if that is often the default assumption. ]
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Or that's what she would say -- underneath the exterior, the dangling earrings and the long, blonde hair and the freckles and the way she snarls and scowls, Jaye is still a scared sixteen year-old-girl, holding her little brother's hand and watching everything they've ever known burn. She's still the girl who ran that day, who whisked Scott away and who never reconciled with her parents. Eleven years later and she still avoids that part of Detroit like the plague. ]
I'm a personal assistant who hits people.
[ There's some evidence of that, bruising around her knuckles, faint scars (though many are from before she met Coyote, too), but for someone who's half bodyguard, the evidence is pretty low. Maybe that means she doesn't run into trouble, or maybe that means she doesn't always use her fists.
It does, but she doesn't use a gun, either -- even if that is often the default assumption. ]