<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://styleblazer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/tika-31-650x555.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Misty Knight<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Streets of Harlem NYC -> Jessica's apartment / Alias Investigations' office, 485 W 46th Street<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/70/18/c0/7018c042e9e1680b1405c1df02ecf821.jpg)</div></div><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jessica Jones, Open<strong>Mentioned:</strong><br/><strong>Warning:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/><strong>MEANWHILE IN HARLEM<br/></strong><br/>“You a damn lie! You never seen me steal anything! You just want me gone, just say it!”<br/>Russel fussed. He  had been caught selling narcotics to high school kids before, but every time he would go to jail, they would let him right back out.<br/><br/>“I’ve seen you do a lot more than steal, now you selling on the playground.” She gripped his collar  with her bionic arm, pulling the frightened junkie forward . “ Your mother would roll over in her grave if she saw the kind of shit you were doing to this community. I’m sick of seeing you on this corner. I gave you chance to get right.” She shoved him gently back enough for him to stumble back into a pile of garbage.<br/><br/>“You’re disgrace Russell. Stay out of this community.” She warned not having to go any further with threats. Junkies never had balls to fight back to begin with. She watched him as he ran off down the street. It wasn’t enough to scare one, for another would soon follow in his steps.<br/><br/>Misty sighed as she pulled her coat tighter around her. The 5’9 beauty with the bionic arm had enough going on her life right now.  One thing that always seemed to remain constant was the war on drugs. She had seen neighborhoods turned out every time a new commercial drug hit the street. The lives of husbands,wives and children pulled into a circle of lies and despair. It made her sick to her stomach. It was also the main reason she joined the force in the first place.<br/><br/>Misty climbed the steps of her Lofty PI firm. Last night she had gotten a domestic abuse case. Though she didn’t handle cases like that, it was for the police to handle, still she never thought it would hurt to look. When she found out that wife beater was actually an associate of a local crime lord who was known for pushing drugs in the community, that’s when it got really interesting.<br/><br/>If only she could get one of these guys to talk, put these punks away for good. If Only. Setting down her bag she began to check her messages, none worthy of an immediate call back. Her brown orbs cut over to the television she left on before she left. They played that story repeatedly about the demise of that mind control freak. She had been following that story for a while. Why it was that exact same story that lead her to crossing paths with Jessica Jones.<br/><br/>Jess was well known in the PI market. Chick was really good at what she did too. The thought actually gave Misty an idea. Grabbing her keys she locked the door and headed out onto the streets of New York. Her destination now was Alias Investigations.<br/><br/>This city had really gone to the dogs, but New York was always the place for weirdos who wanted to run free. I mean it wasn’t often that a chick from Harlem sported a bionic arm? She recalled the day she had to make that tough decision to get her arm amputated. Being labeled with a disability wasn’t even the worst of it. The chief told her to just be fortunate enough that it was only her arm she lost and not her life. That she had a good run and there was no shame in  doing a desk job. Before she politely resigned , depression had taken over and the bottle was definitely a way to numb the pain. It wasn’t till she had her tenth run-in with Jones that got her thinking she could do better than this, she could do better than a one warm and a desk job. Applying to Stark Industries fallen warriors  program she was fitted with a nice bionic arm, courtesy of Tony himself .<br/>Though she would never look the same in a spaghetti strapped dress again, it was a blessing in disguise.<br/><br/>“Jack Daniels?” Came the familiar voice of Misty Knight. She helped herself with the door and casually walked in. Misty took a pause to note the cleanliness of Jones’s apartment. “I see you got rid of those bullet holes. Was starting to think you liked that type of thing.”.<br/><br/><br/>