( how can anyone sleep when everything is so hot? how can anyone be comfortable or concentrate when the weather feels so disgusting? how can one breathe? or maybe it's just her. the after effects of eternal slumber and now wandering in the living, could very much be her lungs learning how they operate again. she's been subconsciously brushing her hand over her chest where a gap should be, and the ceiling above her shouldn't be there, but a demonic bear in its place.
being here feels wrong and although it's been said time and time again that death isn't permanent here, this just... isn't right. jinx made a choice that night to end hers and the beast's life to save wrench and... whoever that other was in the woods. and the next thing she knew? she jolted up from the bathtub, gasping and screaming at the hundreds of voices overlapping within her head. she would had knocked herself unconscious if it weren't for her sister barging in and keeping her from severely hurting herself.
the voices had quieted down since then -- nothing but lulled murmurs she can't quite understand even if she wanted to. ... what day was that, anyway? and what day is this? jinx feels she's been in vi's room and gawking at the same surroundings for years (it's only been a day in her room). what does the outside world look like now (she's been outside)? but then jinx also thinks if it even matters. because all she wants to do is just lie here and sleep for possibly centuries. and that can be achievable, right? if she puts her mind to it, sure. )
( but one way or another, she finds herself slipping out of bed -- almost stumbling due to her legs feeling like rubber for whatever reason. probably from not using them enough. the sweet aroma of whatever is cooking in the rookery sends her stomach to sour, but the soft clanking of glass and kitchenware is oddly satisfying to the ears. it brings her back to her love of tinkering in which she is itching to do, but... questioning if she has the strength to.
and she wonders if anyone stopped by her workshop at all or how many messages are waiting for her via omni. ugh. just the thought of going through them and socializing feels exhausting -- something she really isn't looking forward to. with a hand combing through her bangs, the teen forces herself to step into her sister's bathroom to freshen up. she has to face the world eventually, right? what a crazy way of the meaning, here's to the new me. )
i. WILLFUL MACHINE . — ❝ around .❞ (daytime) cw: partial nudity
( but seriously. how in the fuck is she meant to be out here when it's this blazing hot and mosquitoes in every turn? she is trying to sit at her favorite spot so she can gather her thoughts, but having to swat around to bat these bugs away? as if she doesn't have her own personal firelight insect to irritate her.
and if it's not the heat, the bugs, it's the locals. granted though, they have a right to stare at jinx. after all, she is sitting on the edge of a building above them and the renting docks with her legs dangling; completely topless. the people down below point up at her, gasping, and women shielding their husbands/boyfriends' or sons' eyes. the girl only snort at their reactions. such prudes. they wouldn't last a day in The Lanes back home.
but with all the annoying exclaims, it doesn't look like she will be getting her peace and quiet here. the teen is up to her feet before using her shimmer ability to dash up quickly elsewhere -- with a trail of pink string lingering behind. )
A. booths.
( given she is only wearing one piece of undergarment to cover her bottom half, she doesn't have anything worth trading. but that doesn't stop her from browsing -- leaning over trenchers' stands while they get an eye full of her chest.
but there is one particular booth that catches her interest that holds yarn bracelets. they are so many in various different colors and she would love to have a few. typically, jinx would just pocket them or at least have a thought to do so. but the booth is being run by an elderly and... something about how brittle this old woman seem reminds her of the elders in zaun. how they sit and with their knitted shawl over their shoulders with just hours away from kicking the bucket. )
( and the way this old lady peers up at jinx with her beady eyes is making her skin crawl. is she expecting her to do a good deed or something? the teen huffs through her nostrils then avoids eye contact with the old woman. )
I'm just looking. I don't have anythin' for you if you haven't noticed the lack of get up.
( but that doesn't seem to upset the old lady at all, because her attention is now to someone behind her. and that person is — )
B. market/food area.
( the scent of food is going to break her. and she is using all of her willpower to not tap someone on the shoulder then swipe their bowl from underneath their noses. but she knows the chances of her getting away with it is pretty slim; giving her appearance. long blue hair and half-naked? yeah, that's not suspicious at all. ... although. jinx does love to play on the edge and toy with risks. clicking her tongue dangerously, she is already eyeing a target of a man with a bowl of... soup? noodles? who knows and who cares. still, jinx keeps her distance as she follows him through the crowd. and she is so focus that she accidentally nudges her elbow against someone. because of that, she loses sight of the man and her stomach screams in anguish.
growling, she whips her head over her shoulder -- full blown ready to give whoever she nudged a stare down. )
C. from the rooftops.
('what am i doing?'
it's a question that's on repeat and it won't leave her. she is trying to go on about this day like she normally would. like... how jinx would behave. and they all seem right, the motions are hitting the points, but it all still feels so out of place because she is not meant to be here. jinx pulls her legs in to curl up in a ball -- arms squeezing them with her forehead plant on her knees. she begins to think back on silco and wonders if this was how he felt when he got brought back. not himself, disoriented, alone. and it only deepens her guilt knowing that the reason if he felt this way was because of her.
no. no, she can't start thinking like that again. jinx will go crazy if she focus on that thought. okay, maybe even more nuts than she is now. the girl lifts her head up to resume on people watching from up above. and she spots someone she knows (or doesn't know) making their way through the busy strip of willful machine. there's someone trailing behind them though and they definitely don't look like the friendly type. )
( her tongue rolls around inside her cheek; debating. but with a shrug of her shoulder and thinking it'll be funny, jinx blurts out: )
HEY, up here...! — That guy's about to rob ya! You're welcome.
ii. PRUFROCK . — ❝ sapphora (ladies only club).❞ (nighttime) cw: underage drinking, smoking, & very light mentioning of self-harm & masochism in the narrative. ooc: she is dressed in this! no more nakey!
( it's at night when things always seem to turn for the worst for her. for whatever reason, it's harder for her to calm her breathing and she becomes way more anxious. and although she is sitting at the bar and visually seem to be keeping her composure, her smoking hand is trembling as she takes a long drag. her gaze isn't fixating on anything -- looking straight on ahead, but barely registering the female barkeep mixing drinks for the other ladies.
and despite her mind being a fuzz due to all the wine she consumed, it doesn't stop her thoughts for tiptoeing back of the night of her death. maybe she should had tried working on something after all, but given her butterfingers right now, she'd probably stab herself in her hand somehow. ... although, not a bad idea. feeling pain will give her some indication she is still alive -- somewhere inside her.
she squeezes her eyes shut for a brief moment as the thought breezes on by. jinx is a sadist and a masochist so it's not the act that bothered her, but the line of questioning she will receive if she goes through with it. and that's something she is way too exhausted to deal with. but with her pain tolerance being sky rocket high due to her shimmer, it probably won't do her any favors anyway.
...
she should really think about something else. )
( and right on cue, a small flock of giggling girls yanks her out of her line of thinking. a slow gaze over to the group with her stick resting between her lips; silently observing them. they seem to be making their way to the darting board and discussing over who knows what -- she's not really in the earshot to pick up their conversation. but her main focus is a girl in a green butterfly neck sleeve dress with long sunray locks that relaxes at her mid-back. hazel eyes, chubby cheeks, with pink shiny lip gloss, maybe? definitely the cutest one out of the bunch. then a thought comes to her.
ah. that's right. she is single now, isn't she?
...
what the hell, she thinks, squishing the rest of her cigarette against the tabletop. when the group disbands to go elsewhere, they leave the butterfly dress girl collecting the darts all by her lonesome. jinx slides her way over to her, using her flirtatious tone and her charming smile to introduce herself. the girl looks a little startled, unsure, but smiles politely in return. it seems so far things are running smoothly -- jinx saying her sweet nothings and the other appears to be warming up and enjoying their talk.
that is... until there's something jinx had said that the other took the opposite way. her face grows appalled then angry; those chubby cheeks puffing and twisting red hot. and before the blue-haired girl could correct herself or elaborate, her head is force to turn a quick left with a sharp sting plastered over her cheek. heaving, the butterfly dress girl storms off to go seek for her friends -- leaving jinx to chuckle softly with a slow tongue trailing along her upper lip. )
( she isn't angry over the slap or at the girl. because quite frankly, who doesn't love a girl with spunk? if anything, jinx just finds her more amusing and a little more cute. too bad her chances with her went down the toilet -- to be expected given her track record on relationships. teething her lower lip now, her pinks trail on after the girl who is now pointing jinx out to her friends. they give her stink eye while jinx exchanges a grin; then a two finger salute to wave a "hello". the flock whisper something among themselves (nothing good mostly likely) and disappear off to another floor.
thus leaves jinx to lightly stumble her way back to the bar -- raising an index to the bartender to make her another round. ... she wonders if the slap will leave a mark. be a funny story to tell. )
iii. WILDCARD . — ❝ wherever you want her to be.❞ (whatever time of the day you want)
( want to interact with jinx but none of these prompts work? this is the place to do it. whether you want an action thread or just want to text her (and too lazy to go to the inbox), do it here! )
➤ TIMELINE: saturday, may 6th.
being here feels wrong and although it's been said time and time again that death isn't permanent here, this just... isn't right. jinx made a choice that night to end hers and the beast's life to save wrench and... whoever that other was in the woods. and the next thing she knew? she jolted up from the bathtub, gasping and screaming at the hundreds of voices overlapping within her head. she would had knocked herself unconscious if it weren't for her sister barging in and keeping her from severely hurting herself.
the voices had quieted down since then -- nothing but lulled murmurs she can't quite understand even if she wanted to. ... what day was that, anyway? and what day is this? jinx feels she's been in vi's room and gawking at the same surroundings for years (it's only been a day in her room). what does the outside world look like now (she's been outside)? but then jinx also thinks if it even matters. because all she wants to do is just lie here and sleep for possibly centuries. and that can be achievable, right? if she puts her mind to it, sure. )
( but one way or another, she finds herself slipping out of bed -- almost stumbling due to her legs feeling like rubber for whatever reason. probably from not using them enough. the sweet aroma of whatever is cooking in the rookery sends her stomach to sour, but the soft clanking of glass and kitchenware is oddly satisfying to the ears. it brings her back to her love of tinkering in which she is itching to do, but... questioning if she has the strength to.
and she wonders if anyone stopped by her workshop at all or how many messages are waiting for her via omni. ugh. just the thought of going through them and socializing feels exhausting -- something she really isn't looking forward to. with a hand combing through her bangs, the teen forces herself to step into her sister's bathroom to freshen up. she has to face the world eventually, right? what a crazy way of the meaning, here's to the new me. )
i. WILLFUL MACHINE . — ❝ around .❞ (daytime)
cw: partial nudity
ii. PRUFROCK . — ❝ sapphora (ladies only club).❞ (nighttime)
cw: underage drinking, smoking, & very light mentioning of self-harm & masochism in the narrative.
ooc: she is dressed in this! no more nakey!
iii. WILDCARD . — ❝ wherever you want her to be.❞ (whatever time of the day you want)