★ (OPEN); they're carvin' my name in the grave again.

[opheliac]

Who: jinx & YOU
When: 03/18.
Where: sanguine station , farther shores, crenshaw (POST MOB'S EXPLOSION), & the forest
What: jinx is running away from her problems, thinks she can actually leave them behind, and go live in the other city for all eternity.
Warnings: jinx suffers from mental illness. such as the following - schizophrenia, hallucinations, PTSD, & separation anxiety. these may or may not happen in this log. BIO, PERMS, & OP-OUT: Here

❝ Lately I've been talking with a ghost. ❞

❝ Two Face (Omido Remix). ❞

I. SANGUINE STATION | II. FARTHER SHORES | III. CRENSHAW | IV. FOREST (& LOST) | V. WILDCARD

He tells me all the places I should go
He makes me paint my face so that I know
That I'm not the only the person in my soul
He tells me that a monster lives inside
And when It gets too angry I should hide
Cause if I were to try and pick a fight
I would barely stand a chance and I'd die

Two face call me Harvey
Never know when it could change
Tried to talk to my reflection but he said he wants my name

Wake up the beast
Bury the bones
Enjoy the feast
Take all control
When I give you my soul

Devils on my shoulder
Got an aching down my spine
Feel like chains are getting heavy
But I don't know which are mine?
Can you save me?
Am I lost?
Is it Time to take me
From all of these thoughts

Two face call me Harvey
Never know when it could change
Tried to talk to my reflection but he said he wants my name

Wake up the beast
Bury the bones
Enjoy the feast
Take all control
When I give you my soul

code credit to: thisismanx

Comments

[opheliac]

i. ❝ DARCMOUTH ❞ — SANGUINE STATION

❝ Jinx... I don't think this is a good idea. And there's so many plants around. A-Aren't they bad? ❞

( it's been all night with this rocket launcher. he was expecting a nice outing with his owner to finally see what the city of trench has to offer. and well in retrospect, she is giving him what he wanted. it's just... being altered with her shoving everything she might need in her welcoming bag and ducking out without giving anyone a "farewell". and the teen is so close to dumping the weapon somewhere in the woods so it'll stop it's yammering. it's bad enough that "mylo" and the other voices are echoing their two cents that she didn't ask for. too many people are talking at once and questioning what exactly her plan is. and the truth being? there isn't one.

jinx is the type to just figure things out as it happens and this is no exception. she is leaving this place, plain and simple. and to where? well, to the mysterious city, for starters. there's been talk about it, but she missed out on taking a peek see. how will she get there without a compass? that's to be announced. surely it can't be too difficult. if she gets lost, she has paint in her bag for marking trees in case she needs to retrace her steps and start over. and what about food? shelter? again, a problem to solve when it comes to it. )

❝ Shouldn't we at least let people know where we're heading off to? ❞

( the pigtailed girl rolls her eyes at her weapon's suggestion. she is pretty convinced a lot of them wouldn't care or be thrilled for her to be out of the way. jinx adjusts all of her carrying items ( having a bag, her machine gun over her shoulder, and a rocket launcher on her back gets a bit heavy!) and continues on ahead. the only downside to all of this is her pesky blood effect. and the more she travels on, the more exhausted she gets. maybe it'd be better to really start this bright and early. but where can she crash for the night? )

( jinx finds herself close to SANGUINE STATION, however. a small yet cozy little inn that seems to be perfect to stay for the night. but it's right before she enters in, jinx realizes she... might need to do a trade in order to have a room. and she has nothing much to offer for a room (beyond the stuff she packed but they're definitely not for sale). shit. so now what? in a huff, the teen stands outside with her arms folded over her chest -- trying to come up with something. )

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(frozen comment)

[opheliac]

( EMPTY SPACE IS FOR SPACING. )

[opheliac]

ii. ❝ DARCMOUTH ❞ — FARTHER SHORES

( so her first pitstop is the farther shores. and why is that? it's simply just to take one more look around area for any lost things or a certain someone. jinx knows she is getting her hopes up to think her father might make his way back to trench, but... good things can happen sometimes, right? so with all of her gear on her person, the teen makes her way down the ocean line in hope to spot anything worth of interest. and to the girl's surprise, there is something that washes up from a far. it seems to be piece of clothing but not just any kind of fabric.

in fact, her entire world freezes at the sight of a jacket that's entirely damped and mixed with sand. and before she realizes it, jinx sprints as fast as her shimmer-less legs can carry her. she stumbles over her own feet until she lets herself fall to her knees right next to the coat when she gets there. just seeing this overcoat again is practically knocking the wind out of her and for a moment, she forgets she needs to breathe. with trembling and hesitating hands, she reaches over for it -- afraid it might be just an illusion or it'll fall into pieces by her touch.

and to her luck, the coat stays in tact as she looks over it. the man is nowhere to be seen, but... at least she has something of his to help her through the moments when her mind is cruel to her. jinx quietly sniffles as she places the jacket close to her chest -- not caring the shape it's in. she'll find time to clean it later, but for now... she'll hold it to her heart. )

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[opress]

[Like a monthly tradition, Savage always make the trip down to the Farther Shores to stand on the beaches and just stare at the waves and also observe the squids that happened to find their way onto the beach. By now, the hope of his younger brother coming onto shore had long since faded, but it was a routine that he kept up to remind himself that it would never be fair to Feral if the youngest Zabrak came and had to navigate alone.

Besides, a Nightsister could also arrive, and he wanted to be prepared for that the moment that it happened. So far, none of them had been interested in more than power and belittling, which was very normal behaviour.

This march down the sands towards the lapping waves of the sea paused when he spotted a young human female hugging a jacket. There was nothing particularly unusual about it until he too recognized the jacket, mostly because he had definitely admired it when he had seen it upon the male owner some time ago. It was quite distinctive.

At first, he lingered well away and observed, but his curiosity drew him closer. This had to be Jinx then. They had briefly spoke of her sire, and surely no one else would hug a jacket quite like kin, right? Humans did seem as attached to certain items related to other people as most species and some even took it to the extreme.

Savage towered in at over seven feet tall as he looked down at her.]

Just his jacket this time?

[opheliac]

( the girl can sense someone approaching -- someone pretty tall, too. the shadow in the sand definitely indicates that when her gaze is to it first then looking over her shoulder second. and doing her best to not appear to be close to tears (she is), jinx quickly sniffle then squeezes the excess water out of its sleeve. )

I, uhm... — Yeah. Just... Just his jacket. I haven't seen... anythin' else of his around.

( or it could be a chance it got picked up. it's not too often the prodigy ventures off to the beach in search of him or his things. )

[opress]

[He lifted his head from looking down at her in the wet sand cradling the jacket to observing the beach as if waiting for the man with the scarred face and mismatched teeth make an appearance. Nothing and no one matched the description from what he remembered in that darkened pub that one night.]

Some squid take longer than others to make the transition over. Or someone could have found him and settled him into a place to get warm.

[He looked to the tents that were often left out, but they seemed empty. Even those in their silly white robes that collected Sleepers seemed mostly absent thanks to the lack of squid being flung from the sea.]

Are you planning on hugging that for awhile longer, or do you want to look for him?

(frozen comment)

[opheliac]

( EMPTY SPACE IS FOR SPACING. )

[opheliac]

iii. ❝ CRENSHAW ❞ — POST MOB'S EXPLOSION

cw: mild hallucinations & voices

( well! this is something one doesn't see every day. and in all honesty, she is just a wee bit peeved that she missed... whatever happened here. in fact, jinx even pulled out her omni to take a picture just to be double sure what she is seeing is actually there. and when the girl looks back at the photo, her expression falls with slight wide-eyed. this... this is real. )

❝ How awful and a mess! This will take forever to clean up. ❞

( of course the goody-goody rocket launcher will find this a travesty. slowly, jinx pockets the omni before shedding off the rest of her gear off her frame. fishbones makes a puzzling sound to why he is suddenly on the ground, and jinx ignores his confusion as she steps on further into the destruction.

the girl inhales a deep and yet dreaming breath as she tries to vision just how this wrecking came to be. she spots glass shards underneath her boots and can instantly hear them crash in impact through her ears. the rubble looking of something similar to a result of when her chompers sing and scream when she tosses them through the air.

'Move, move, move!'

she grins over to the enforcers ahead of her; them scurrying around like little ants and not knowing what to do with themselves or what to handle first. behind those metal masks of theirs are faces of panic -- their adrenaline sky rocketing and their heads spinning. and the smoke? oh, the sweet, sweet rich aroma filling the skies with little ashes raining down her freckled face. )

( jinx giggles -- the laughter mix with delight and mischief. she spreads her arms wide as she does a twirl, braids dancing along while she soaks into her own little reality. the soaring whistle sounds of her grenades or the metal clicking of a pin hitting against concrete. the beeps, the ticks, and the cymbals crash together of her monkey bombs... it's like a symphony of the most talented musicians in the world playing just for her.

and finally after all of her spinning, jinx lets herself fall back against the ground in all smiles. the debris is soothing underneath her and against her skin -- pure bliss. how could anyone not see the beauty in wrecking? )

---

[no_reload]

[There was something about the carnage that drew certain types of people in, and some of them happened to relish in the chaos of a post-attack scene. It's certainly why Reaper ghosted his way in to inspect the whole mess with a casual appreciation of someone who had both created such carnage and been on the receiving end of it more often than he could count.

Of course, the helpers were flitting around trying to make sense of it all and doing what they thought was right. You know, deal with the damage, secure the area, look for survivors, treat the wounded. It was the kind of place most of the people that he had once worked with would thrive and often did.

Wraith, his black peacock omen, trilled a long sonorous song while hopping along piles of debris. The song changed to a loud annoying peacock call as the bird located a young blue-haired lady lounging in the rubble too. It was so dramatic that clearly Reaper had to come and see too.

And he did. Promptly.]

Is this partially your doing? Or are you just the casual observer enjoying the wreckage?

[opheliac]

( this peacock is rather lucky jinx is so soaked into the destruction, otherwise there'd be a barrel pointing right at the middle of its forehead. of course, omens can't die or get harmed but the girl distaste birds of all kind. they're annoying, stare with their beady judging eyes, and pick at the dead. her eyes fling open to see the man looming over and the smile doesn't disappear or flatten in the slightest. )

Oooooooh, I wish!! If it were me, there'd be a lot more fire and smoke. ( a beat. ) ... And maybe more people runnin' around like lil' kids.

[no_reload]

[Wraith would take no offense to being shot at; often, the peacock ran interference to draw fire so Reaper could easily slip in close. Reaper also had no issue at times with being shot at, what with bullets usually having minimal effect if he was paying attention of course.]

Both fire and smoke are excellent distractions and allow for assassins to slip into places they mean to. [He eased into a crouch next to where she was lounging in the rubble and Wraith fluttered over to perch on his shoulder and pretended to groom feathers.] Why little kids? Do you like it when people cry?

[overlies]

[ someone had to help clean the mess that was made. as long as the pup didn’t physically see the bulk of the error being fixed, it was perfectly okay to pick up the shredded newspapers. dogs will be dogs, and all. makima uses her blood magic as part of the relief effort to pick up debris and send it away, break it apart, or even pop it out of existence. it’s a thorough exercise that requires diligence. everything she had, really, so taking her time with it brings her success she can be satisfied with.

except this bit of organic life hanging around. makima has no visible omen, but her aura shrieks sleeper when she approaches close enough to begin working on this side of the wreck, in a long black trench coat that hides the curves of her frame. ]

Sightseeing?

[opheliac]

( she is so into the moment that jinx hadn't notice the other (and that's saying something because jinx is always watching 👀). so when the teen hears the voice, her eyes fling up with a light head cock to the side. )

Guess ya can call it that.

( with a bounce, she hoists herself up back to her feet -- not at all dusting off the mess off her clothing. why would she ever do that, anyway? to have such a mess on her wardrobe is a blessing. )

So! — Haven't seen your face before. New around here?

[overlies]

[ all the slack and grime makes makima’s deepest neat freak bone cringe. she already dislikes walking around with bloodstains on her clothes (much less sweating it), or when co-workers end up spilling sugar cube grains from its little iron container onto her desk. she much prefers how her dogs lick every smudge of their food clean, and wondered why humans would never do it unless at one point in their lives famished.

ugh. let’s not talk about her sister.

outwardly, makima keeps her composure down to the dot. she only looks considering as she puts some gesture into her body language to mimic thoughtfulnesses. ]

That depends on what you’d consider “new” . . . I’ve been in Trench since November of last year.

[ the concept of her has been around for centuries, though. ]

(frozen comment)

[opheliac]

( EMPTY SPACE IS FOR SPACING. )

[opheliac]

IV. ❝ FOREST ❞ — & LOST

cw: voices

( she's not lost. she's just... turned around, that's all. and the markings she made on the trees along the way had been of a little help. but even with that, it's becoming a little confusing. maybe she should have turned left at albuquerque somewhere back there, but she didn't think that was a great choice. )

❝ Yep, We're lost. We're doomed. We should had stayed home or ask Scorpia for a compass. ❞

( jinx groans at her backseat driver while turning on her heel back the other way. )

❝ You know. They say if you're lost, the smart thing to do is to stay put! Eventually someone will find us. ❞

( right, like beasts. they will definitely find them if she doesn't get out of here fast enough. jinx stops by a nearby tree with her hands on her hips; tilting her head upward to inspecting the branches from where she stands. )

❝ Wait, Jinx. Climbing that? I... I guess we could. But you don't have Shimmer anymore. A-And you are carrying a lot of us on you... ❞

( okay, so? it's just climbing a tree. it's nothing anything drastic. but right as she takes a step, jinx picks up something rustling from afar and a twig snapping into. her body entirely stiffens and her expression falls flat and emotionless.

'Did you hear that?'
'I did.'
'Me too.'
'Someone is coming.'
'Or something, hehehehe!'

'Attack it!'
'No, no. Not yet.'
'Friend or foe? Friend or foe ♪ '

cautiously, she ghostly hovers her hand over to her pistol that hangs loosely by her hip. jinx may be back to her weaker self, but she can still shoot. and she will continue to stand completely stiff until she hears another peek, a rustle, a breath. whatever is out there, it's not getting her today.)

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OOC NOTE: if you want your character to get shot at and get mildly injured (or not), that's fine! it's about time she accidentally hurt someone again anyway.......

[aetherweaver]

[He's out in the woods and he hears... Jinx? What's she doing out here? He frowns and moves towards the source of the voice, off the path and into the underbrush. He calls out to her - or starts to. A pistol shot lodges itself into his shoulder and he huffs in pain - but no screaming.]

[Instead he comes out of the foliage, dressed in a strange outfit. He has a gun in his hand, but he holsters it upon spotting Jinx. The fabric is a little torn in his shoulder where the bullet entered his shoulder but was stopped by the suddenly freezing blood.]

Jinx, it's just me. What are you doing out here?

[opheliac]

( she was really hoping whatever came out of the woodwork would be a beast or something of a real threat. but instead, it seems she aim at yet another person and that person being someone she consider a friend. and it takes a few seconds for jinx fully react, but when she comes to -- she drops her arm dead weight by her side. )

Shit.

('perfect.' she thinks. another "jinx" to throw in barrel with the others. doing a quick twirl of her pistol, she rehooks it to her belt and hastily makes her way over to him.)

— How bad is it? I got first-aid in my bag.

( and before she allows to answer, the teen is already shedding off the rest of her gear so she can dig in her welcoming bag for supplies. )

[aetherweaver]

No, I -

[He sighs and looks over at his shoulder. Fortunately his clothing seems to have absorbed a lot of the impact, so he pulls away his scarf and tugs the shirt to the side to take a look.]

[It's lodged there, caught by his blood. It's going to need to come out, but it's not a very deep wound.]

... It's okay. If we pull it out it should be fine.

[He's so glad that conjuration exists in his world, or he'd have a lot more scars from bullets and other things. This will leave a mark, but at least it'll heal. He's had worse gunshot wounds.]

You shouldn't be off the path alone, Jinx... you know it's dangerous out here. And I know you can take care of yourself, but the beasts out here can be really awful.

cw: gun violence against minors, descriptions of violence and child soldiers

[grice]

[ falco was in the forest collecting more plants and parts for brewing medicinal balms and such, it was a good month to do that with all the overgrowth. he’s drawn by quiet voices somewhere overhead, where he grows cautious and follows. to be safe, he sounds off, his voice as less of a threat as he could make it. it could, of course, always be a beast, or something supernatural that could be wanting to lure him. perle doesn’t react drastically— so it must be another sleeper. ]

Hello—?

[ ironically enough, the last and only short conversation these two have ever had was about getting shot. falco knows what it’s like to be shot at and taking a bullet— both bring back traumatic flashes, first of a round of machine artillery being aimed at his head and skipping around his feet. second, of an android’s cold face looking down at him with a pistol loaded, point blank range.

“where is he?”

“I can’t tell you—”

it felt like someone had set his stomach on fire when the pop went off and lodged a bullet into his stomach. he’s only alive because of his abilities. the rest— especially the barrel pointed at him, the sound— makes his heart race with fear of the trenches.

it freezes the boy in his place, and he only loses some of his balance when ammunition rips clean through a space just below his shoulder. ]

cw: injuries and all that stuff

[opheliac]

( there are two things jinx was glad about and not glad about. the first, that whatever she hit, it hit. which meant that even with her being this weak and exhausted, she can still hold up okay out here. and the second thing she didn't like? that she shot a kid. a fucking kid. right, okay. a lot of kids who were younger than her signed up to work for silco, but that was different.

and this is different because it's not like she meant to and she truly thought he was something coming towards her. so realizing and letting it all catch up to her mind, jinx lets go of her pistol; dead weight and rushes her way over to falco. )

Shitshitshit! — Hey, hey! You okay?! ( stupid question. jinx redirects in trying to reassure him. )

Y-You're okay. Just... ( dare she touch him? will he flinch? fuck it, she'll do it anyway. carefully, she places both of her hands on each of his arms. ) Okayokay, just breathe and sit for me, alright? You can do that.

(frozen comment)

[opheliac]

( EMPTY SPACE IS FOR SPACING. )

WILDCARD.

[opheliac]

Other prompts and starters. Respond to comment to begin.

FOREST;

[wrenchedup]

[ It had been awhile. A few days at least since Jinx went missing. Lucky he decided to be a bit of a troll. Wasn't actually the purpose of his post but it was an added bonus. Wrench didn't waste any time gearing up and heading out once he received that location ping. He also didn't tell Vi. She could hate him for it later if either of them survived. Or, you know, follow him. Given that they'd already established she was a ~ stalker ~ (hardie har har).

He was, to put it lightly, astronomically ill prepared. Time stopped mattering somewhere around the hour mark and it was at this point where Wrench once again realized being an anxious person and being an adrenaline junkie at the same time was a really unfortunate combination. He had a few injuries, but as Sharon had told him it was incredibly convenient to be a coldblood. Nothing that slowed him down. Zero skill with honing any ~ powers ~ yet but in the short amount of time he'd been here, Wrench had managed to make a few cheap and dirty explosives. For diversions, primarily. His typical MO.

As he promised Mr. Bananas, Killer was out ahead scampering quietly among the dead leaves and leftovers from previous carnage. Wrench kept to higher ground, flitted from tree to tree as much as he could manage. He'd been in the same tree for a good few minutes now, though. Having a bit of back and forth with his Omen until finally it came across Mr. Bananas in the distance. ]

cw: nudity

[opheliac]

( will jinx be upset at the fact mr.bananas secretly sent out a location ping for someone to find her? possibly. and it's because the girl didn't want to be found by anyone (at least not yet). but the monkey felt it was very important that jinx should start interacting with others in person than via omni/omen. after all, one of the treatments of handling corruption is constant communication. yes, you heard right. jinx is currently in her corruption stages.

it's what mr.bananas meant by how jinx now "looks different". when he spots killer, the spider monkey happily chirps and scurries on closer to the other omen. he directs the other's attention by pointing up in the trees above them. and above there is a wooden deck made. let's pretend it doesn't look as good as the picture is provided. just giving you a general idea of how it looks. and also underneath the wooden deck, there's someone twirling on a hammock. it's definitely jinx -- despite her appearance. the girl seems to be at peace despite the dangers, but mayhem is what fills her if nothing else in the world. )