006. 💥(VIDEO) ⇁ TABLET

[opheliac]

( there's an extreme close up to jinx's face when this recording starts, a zoom in on her chin and her bottom lip while she attempts to prop the device correctly so it wouldn't tip over. once she's done fiddling around with the tablet, she tilts her head lower for her eyes to lock with the camera's lens. the pinks of her pupils glisten when she holds this unsettling and quiet stare, her breathing is slow, shallow, and audible enough for the tablet's mic to pick up. and if this daunting little personal moment between her and the viewer isn't enough to make them uncomfortable, maybe the curl of her lips will. like her breathing, it dances sluggishly on her face, and there's so much poison polished over them that maybe she mixed that toxin with the lipstick she's wearing. would anyone be surprised if she did?

and what's jarring is after a few seconds, the teenager giggles sweetly and innocently while she bounces a few steps back to give the observer a full body look of her. it's a glaring contrast at what literally just transpired, but that's jinx in a nutshell! one second she's one way and the next, another. the unpredictable loose cannon through and through. as for the outfit, still not dressing winter warm appropriate apparently, but at least it's something to match the season. behind her, is a building wall that's been doodled on by no other than yours truly. jinx takes a half-skip to the left to fully reveal the drawing to the camera with enthusiasm. )

Ta-da ♪!

( she sings out, throwing her arms to gear towards the drawing with jazz hands. )

Whaddya think? The best, right?!

( but before she grants anyone a chance to speak up, the girl disappears off-screen to immediately come back with fishbones, a rocket launcher some may or may not have seen around on her person from time to time. only this time, when she holds him up, jinx tugs on a lever that controls the mouth to move up and down. when she does this, she provides a goofy voice for the machine: )

❝ Looks great, Jinx! But um... are you sure the owner of this shop is okay with you drawing on their stuff? You should always ask permission before dealing with other people's prop—❞

—Blahblahblah, whatever! THIS is the problem with you, Fishbones. You start off hot and then you fizzle out.

( and if that's not rude enough to say to her companion, she swiftly plunges him on the ground by her feet, then steps over him apathetically -- moving closer to the camera. )

But I wanna hear from all of you! Tell me how you like it or maybe give me a few pointers.

( the girl plops herself where she stood, sitting cross-legged on the ground with a keen look shining on her face. )

Shoot me, I'm all ears...!

(OOC: this is an IC post of the mini-mini-event. if you still want to be a part of this but missed the sign-ups, don't worry! you can still join in and mention IC or OOC in the post that jinx also tagged your home or establishment. )

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[rebellions]

[ Better cover your ears, Jinx, Ragna has discovered more of your works and has one thing to say: ]

SMURFETTE!!!!

[opheliac]

( she's not going to cover her ears because all screams are music. whether out of anguish or anger, it's all beautiful! )

Hi, Raggie! How are you?

[rebellions]

Just peachy.

[ Strange, he doesn't sound like he's doing so good! Why could this be? ]

Get your ass over here, you've got shit to clean up.

[opheliac]

Huh? What are you talkin' about?

( she genuinely looks confused here. since when she became a maid for him? )

[rebellions]

Your "art". We're taking it down.

[ Look, he even went out of his way to say "we", even when he's got every reason to try and get her to clean this mess up all by herself. That's a huge step for him! ]

[opheliac]

What, why?! You know how long it took me to make that masterpiece just for you...?!

[rebellions]

[ If nothing else, her outrage does take the wind out of his sails, if only by a little. Mostly because he supposes she really does see it as doing something nice for him, and hell, that part with the stick figures of the two of them? Might as well stay. He's not made of fucking stone.

There's a long, resigned sigh coming from his end before he speaks up again. ]

... It's not that it's bad.

[ That is the closest he can get to expressing that he does like at least a part of it, okay. Even that was really hard, please appreciate that he's at least trying. ]

It's just... couldn't you find a better canvas for it? Y'know, listen to your shark friend over there?

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[ticket218]

Jinx.

If you wanted to visit you could have just knocked.

(video + text on her side)

[opheliac]

( when her tablet chimes that she received a text message instead of a video or voice, jinx blinks and cocks her head to one side curiously. her pinks sparkle again, except this time, the teen activates her shimmer speed to zip closer to the device to read. but then jinx grins after, her fingers firing away to respond with a faint little taptaptap for the microphone to catch. )

i didnt know if u were home!! :)

( the smiley face isn't really necessary given he can still just... see her smiling but whatever! )

glad ure alive.

[ticket218]

[ Damnit, don't be sweet while he's annoyed, he's soft to stuff like that. ]

I like keeping my word. Had to be alive in order to write you.

[ And next she'll get a photo: an awkward angle of some of her work, but how does one gracefully take a picture of something so busy on the ceiling? ]

Is this one of the projects you had lined up?

[opheliac]

NOPE! i had a fire spark of inspiration sooooooooo i went with it.
do u like it?

[ticket218]

My roommate certainly does. I think you may have found a new fan.

[opheliac]

HA! i knew i would get some followers. no one creates art like me.

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[laserguy]

[Graffiti falls into the list of crimes that Scott at worst, doesn't care about, and at best, actually supports.]

That's actually not half-bad. I mean, it looks like a mess, but kind of works still??

[Maybe he'd be more annoyed if his house was actually hit, but since it wasn't...]

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[opheliac]

u big doofus! the mess is the point of the drawing! the world is a mess but why stop because of it? u keep going! never stop!!

[laserguy]

That's some real artist commentary there, Jinx.

[He's teasing slightly, even if it may be hard to tell through text.]

[opheliac]

thanks! art, science, and gadgetry are my passions. been a rough one trying to get into them in a place like this, BUT you improvise.

[laserguy]

Judging by some reactions, some people aren't quite appreciating your art passion right now.

[He figures she's not in any real trouble with them, although maybe the townspeople are gonna be mad again, just when they started to be cool... eh, it's fine. It'll wash off and a little chaotic distraction is nice right now.]

[opheliac]

then ill just paint their faces! hahahahhaah!!

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[entreats]

[ ...

Well.

This isn't very surprising, is it.

Usually Ange might be a little less annoyed about it, but right now, after everything that's happened is still simmering inside of her, she truly can't help but let it slip into her tone. ]

I thought Scott said you were hurt.

[opheliac]

I was and now I'm better! ( chipper as always! ) You got anythin' neat to say about my masterpiece?

( jinx glances over her shoulder to her drawing, humming thoughtfully. )

Hmmmm.... — I think it could use some splash of pink, don't you think so too?

[entreats]

Jinx, I really don't think this is the time for any of this.

[ Granted, this isn't the most gentle way to tell someone that-- but it is a little gentle by Ange standards. It may be direct, sure, but it isn't unnecessarily mean.

And Ange can be pretty unnecessarily mean when she puts her mind to it. But maybe she's trying to be civil. ]

There's already enough crap going on. Do you really have to add to it now?

[opheliac]

You really need to learn how to relax, Grets. What's so bad about making fine art?

( she gestures right back to her painting of insanity with her thumb. ) — Art is an expression of human creativity skill and imagination.

( the girl twists her back to the camera with her hands prop to her hips, looking over her work for the millionth time. )

And in some places, people throw stupidly amount of moolah just to get a hold of something like this. ... Not that I give a shit about money. I'm already loaded, too loaded. Tossed some of the junk in the river 'cause it was becoming a pain.

[entreats]

[ Relax. God. The more she repeats the word in her head, along with everything that's happened the last while, and all the dumb arguments she's been having with people already, the more irritated Ange feels.

Relax. ]

People died, Jinx! Hell, they would've killed us all if we let them! [ Yes, this is Ange raising her voice. A rare occurence. It's not like it's never happened before since she found herself here, but it's rare enough for emotion at all to slip into Ange's voice, let alone one as obvious as this. ]

I know empathy isn't exactly your thing when it concerns anyone other than yourself, but could you just stop and think for a second?!

[opheliac]

( while ange is shouting, jinx remains perfectly still; hands not leaving off her hips. her back continues to face the camera and it's difficult to tell if she is listening to her friend's frustration with her. and even when she's done yelling, the teenager is silent and the dead air between them fills and thickens with every second that passes. but finally, jinx does move -- her hand cocking back to at the device except now with a different expression. the goof-off carefree look has disappeared and a dark, cold, and haunting stare is in its place. )

Us?

( she repeats, voice icy and distant... like she just adopted a whole new personality. or maybe this side of her had always been lingering around, but never had a reason to show itself. the true jinx self, the murderous side of herself -- silco's prodigy. )

Don't lump me with the parasites. They could've died, but I wouldn't. I have the means to survive and to blow up anything and anyone who's stupid enough to go up against me.

( eventually, she spins around fully, her stance still remaining. )

I single-handedly caused a war, Ange. By myself. And I'm not a magic user or a God. So don't compare to me to all of these suckers who claim to be all big and mighty and yet they got picked off. So what exactly do you want me to stop and think about, huh? Enlighten me, Butterfly.