Jewell was trying to get back in the swing of things. She couldn't fully overcome her grief, not the way everyone seemed to want her to. She couldn't quite ignore it, either. It was an ever-present force, constricting her heart and lungs whenever she thought it was safe to breathe again. She could, however, just go on with her life as if nothing had changed and hope that, with time, the pain would lessen and that she might start to truly enjoy things again.
One of the first steps she had taken was spending time with her children again and going back to the Inn. Her first few attempts at the latter had been rather disastrous but were starting to improve. The next step was resuming her scouting in the West End.
Issy had seemed reluctant to let her go, Kitty too but she had only said not to go alone. Jewell brazenly ignored them both. Come Monday night, she not only went out into the West End, she went out alone. Her black cat suit would have been loose on her thinning frame if it wasn't made to stretch and cling to different body sizes. Blue hair was wrapped up in a black scarf that she also wound about her face to keep her skin safe from the deadly cold.
She didn't really have the endurance, the energy, to be out there on the streets alone all night. Her head swam at times, having her promising herself to try and eat more the next morning. Still, she felt better out in the dark streets; the cold air burned her lungs and cleared her head. She could run over the rooftops, run from everything, her feet barely ever touching down on a surface.
She needed this; it gave her purpose. She needed purpose to keep going. Keeping her kids safe, keeping the city safe, would give her meaning for now.
Besides, there was a certain satisfaction in beating up a man twice her size when she hadn't worked out in two weeks. She knocked him on his ass with a double-footed kick to the chest that made an audible crack. It was only when she broke his nose with the palm of her hand, causing blood to burst forth, that he stayed down. That ended up being a good thing as she had to turn away from the sight of blood. Blood reminder her of death and death was the one thing she couldn't face these days.
She left him there, cradling his broken face, her speed less break-neck than before as she continued on. It was a long night but she was able to sleep for a few blessedly untroubled hours just as the sun was coming up.
One of the first steps she had taken was spending time with her children again and going back to the Inn. Her first few attempts at the latter had been rather disastrous but were starting to improve. The next step was resuming her scouting in the West End.
Issy had seemed reluctant to let her go, Kitty too but she had only said not to go alone. Jewell brazenly ignored them both. Come Monday night, she not only went out into the West End, she went out alone. Her black cat suit would have been loose on her thinning frame if it wasn't made to stretch and cling to different body sizes. Blue hair was wrapped up in a black scarf that she also wound about her face to keep her skin safe from the deadly cold.
She didn't really have the endurance, the energy, to be out there on the streets alone all night. Her head swam at times, having her promising herself to try and eat more the next morning. Still, she felt better out in the dark streets; the cold air burned her lungs and cleared her head. She could run over the rooftops, run from everything, her feet barely ever touching down on a surface.
She needed this; it gave her purpose. She needed purpose to keep going. Keeping her kids safe, keeping the city safe, would give her meaning for now.
Besides, there was a certain satisfaction in beating up a man twice her size when she hadn't worked out in two weeks. She knocked him on his ass with a double-footed kick to the chest that made an audible crack. It was only when she broke his nose with the palm of her hand, causing blood to burst forth, that he stayed down. That ended up being a good thing as she had to turn away from the sight of blood. Blood reminder her of death and death was the one thing she couldn't face these days.
She left him there, cradling his broken face, her speed less break-neck than before as she continued on. It was a long night but she was able to sleep for a few blessedly untroubled hours just as the sun was coming up.