( closed ) blind ninja meets whatever it is she is

[fogwells]

who: Matt Murdock & Jessica Jones
what: Super cool neighbors have a super friendly meeting!
when: August
where: Floor 9 of community housing
warnings: None, of course, absolutely nothing can go wrong!

[ He'd check to find out if Foggy and Karen were here, if they'd somehow been displaced like he was. Finding no hint of them, he wasn't sure whether to take it as something of relief or not. Not knowing enough about this place, it was hard to tell whether it was safer or more dangerous than Hell's Kitchen. Whichever was the worst, Matt didn't like not being with them to protect them.

The day had already been long, but it was just the beginning of his research, deciding to take it all one step at a time — all as Matt Murdock, and Matt Murdock alone.

Cane clutched in hand, he makes his way down the hallway of his floor, tapping at the ground in front of him. There's no need for it, not with his senses alerting him well of his surroundings, but he senses movement behind some of the doors to the other room. One in particular is about to be opened, sensing it in the way that feet tap across the floor, closer and closer.

When it opens, there's a woman there, practically his own height, with a heavy air about her.

Matt tilts his head up, facing her general direction, making sure not to look directly at her before shifting into a smile. ] Hi. You must be my neightbor.

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[hardedged]

[ she continues to stare flatly, contemplating her choice. jess could simply abandon him; she's done far worse for far less. however, at the end of it all, she can't turn her back on someone in need. goddammit. ]

Come on.

[ she ultimately concedes, along the edge of an annoyed sigh. although she's unaware of how self-sufficient he is, she assumes this stranger is capable enough to follow her. hopefully. look, she's not holding your hand, murdock. ]

[fogwells]

[ He's plenty capable of finding his own way. Though blind, Matt can still see, in a hazy form of warm colors shaped by vibrations and the positioning of molecules. The path to his room isn't a complicated one at all for his capabilities, already even aware of it by the positioning of every piece of furniture in his room which he can pinpoint from the elevator if he willed it.

But he didn't know this town, nor did he know the people. Hell's Kitchen had been his city, reading it through every crack in the sidewalks and every beating heartbeat. Being somewhere so unknown, so strange, leaves him unprepared.

He has to learn everything — its space, its atmosphere, its people — all over again. ]

Thank you. [ He says softly, with gratitude, as he taps his cane against the ground, guided by her footsteps. ] Have you been in this city long?

[hardedged]

[ gradually, she's getting the picture. jess notes how he follows without complaint, and a part of her also recognizes that he managed to find his way up to this floor with no trouble. well, assuming he didn't ask for help from someone else. ]

No small talk.

[ her retort is curt and blunt, regardless of the fact that she's helping him now. after a few more seconds, they arrive at their destination. jess leads him straight to his front door, stepping over to the side to provide him with sufficient space. ]

Here.

[fogwells]

[ If he wants to get any information regarding this place, he isn't going to get it from her. But he doesn't push, doesn't have any real need to except to get a general grasp at who this woman is. Even with her limited vocabulary and stoic responses, he's making out an answer to that, as well.

He huffs a small smile at her response, not at all offended, but rather amused.

As they arrive at his door, which he knows to be his even without her help, he holds his modest smile, holding out his hand. ] Can I at least offer my thanks, Miss ... ?

[hardedged]

[ lifting her brow, she glances at his outstretched hand yet declines to accept it. she doesn't offer an answer either, merely scoffing in response. she knows how this will end. if she offers her name, then that will simply lead to more questions. it's better to halt this conversation now before it ever starts. she's already popular enough in this place without adding one more person to the list. shoving her hands inside her pockets, she turns around to walk down the hall and towards the elevator. bye, matt. she hopes to never bump into you again. ]

[fogwells]

[ He raises a brow when he senses her departing steps, but he doesn't stop her. His amusement only rises over the outcome of her responses, almost too accustomed to difficult people, a common occurrence as an attorney in Hell's Kitchen.

Shaking his head with a soft shrug to himself, he unlocks his door and enters without another word to her before shutting it behind him.

He has a very good feeling this wouldn't be the last he sees of her. After all, she's only three doors down the hall. ]