(so this was what they meant by every month, something strange happens. because since this new month started, jinx's been exhausted day in and day out. no matter how much she slept, relaxed, or try to wind down, she just couldn't seem to get any sort of energy flowing. something as simple as getting out of bed, bathing, brushing hair and teeth, was just too much for her. luckily, her spider monkey omen had been some assistance. and honestly, if it wasn't for him, she probably would had killed over on the third day of this. and a night such as this is no different than any other.
jinx exits her bathroom after face washing and teeth all brushed -- yawning with a hand rubbing over her eye. under different circumstances, jinx would had notice something about her home is amiss. after all living in a city like zaun, you had to always be attentive to your surroundings in every given second. in her sleepwear and her long blue locks trailing behind, she bumbles lightly in her footing.
all she needs to do is make it to the couch and then she'll just be done with all the other stupid tasks of the day. the plan is to just eat a little, check any messages, and then off to bed. and thank goodness her omen made those crabmeat sandwiches for the two of them (she made double sure he washed those monkey hands of his).
(she plops onto the couch with an exasperating sigh with an arm over her eyes. when will this crap end? she asks herself. being exhausted was becoming exhausting. but with little strength she has left in her, jinx forces herself to sit up and reach for the sandwich. just a few bites, messages, then bed. she can do this. it's a small list.)
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jinx exits her bathroom after face washing and teeth all brushed -- yawning with a hand rubbing over her eye. under different circumstances, jinx would had notice something about her home is amiss. after all living in a city like zaun, you had to always be attentive to your surroundings in every given second. in her sleepwear and her long blue locks trailing behind, she bumbles lightly in her footing.
all she needs to do is make it to the couch and then she'll just be done with all the other stupid tasks of the day. the plan is to just eat a little, check any messages, and then off to bed. and thank goodness her omen made those crabmeat sandwiches for the two of them (she made double sure he washed those monkey hands of his).
(she plops onto the couch with an exasperating sigh with an arm over her eyes. when will this crap end? she asks herself. being exhausted was becoming exhausting. but with little strength she has left in her, jinx forces herself to sit up and reach for the sandwich. just a few bites, messages, then bed. she can do this. it's a small list.)