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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[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.

[entreats]

Oh, yeah. Sure.

[ Ange doesn't seem particularly surprised by the shift in Jinx - though it might be hard to tell whether it's just that she's so caught up in her own emotion or if it's because she figures that this is only a natural progression on Jinx's end from the way she usually acts.

Either way, she doesn't miss a beat after the other is done talking. ]

Of course, Jinx. You're above all of this. We're being played around with by a bunch of gods here, but surely you and only you will be okay. [ It probably doesn't have to be said, but-- yes, of course there's sarcasm just dripping from her tone.

This doesn't even have to do with Ange thinking Jinx is incapable or something. It's just that Ange has been in circumstances like these before, and she knows how it works. She knows no one is spared, and Jinx being so high and mighty about it is the dumbest possible thing she could opt to do. ]

I didn't know you were big enough of an idiot to think that.

[opheliac]

( she sneers over her words, eye rolling while flinging her head back a little to move her bangs away from her vision. jinx ultimately drops her arms at her sides and stomps closer to the tablet so her friend can get a good look at her. )

And when my people suffered for YEARS and died on the streets or in alleyways from suckin' up too much toxic air, starvation, o-or the Enforcers gunnin' them down over false claims, who the fuck cried for them then? Huh?!

Lemme answer that for ya, no one. ( she huffs up a sour snicker while throwing her arms up in the air. ) — No one gave a shit about them, me, or anything that went down in The Lanes. As loooooong as the fancy-schmancy big heads had a problem-free life, we didn't matter to them. We had to pick ourselves up and keep fucking moving.

( she takes a minute to breathe, knowing she is going completely off-course of what this topic is about. )

... People die, Toots. It's how the world works, whether we like it or not. If you wanna sit around and mope, be my guest.

[entreats]

This is exactly what I mean, Jinx. You really only think about yourself and your own situation. Do you think other people in this place have never lost anyone before?

[ Because Ange sure has. Not that she talks a whole lot about it, prefering to never talk too much about herself - but her entire life has practically been defined by loss, by grief.

Not like she is going to pull out an entire sob story now though. She would rather chew her own arm off, thanks. ]

Get out of your own head for once, or you will just end up pissing off absolutely every single last person in this place sooner or later by being insensitive.

[opheliac]

So I'm supposed to cry like a baby over people I don't even know or have ANY kind of relationship with? I dunno about you, but that's a lil' insulting, don'tcha think? — Pretending I was palsy-walsy with random guy number whoever, and talk about aaaaalll the moments we've never shared together to the people who did, only to forget about 'em the next day cause they left such a small impact in my life.

( jinx leans a little back from the camera, folding her arms over her chest -- frowning still but at least she's not explosively angry like a bit earlier. mostly annoyed. )

Mourning is for the people who knew them, and not some... wandering jackass who don't know a thing about them.

[entreats]

I'm not saying you have to cry.

[ There's definite annoyance in Ange's tone - even now. She isn't bothering to hold back. After all, once the cap's off the bottle, it's no use trying to put it back on anymore. ]

I'm just telling you to not act like a total jackass during a time that's difficult for people. [ That is the part that Jinx doesn't seem to understand in Ange's eyes. Even making these drawings everywhere - it's just Jinx doing whatever she wants, without taking anyone else into account.

It feels like something she's seen often enough by now. ] I didn't think that was such a difficult task.

[opheliac]

I'm not acting like anything, but ugh, fine. Just... whatever you say or something. This is getting pretty old, and I'm freezing my ass off out here.

( which she has no one to blame but herself for wearing poor attire, but like she'll ever admit being the one at fault. )

Can't we just skip this talk and go on about something less serious?

( jinx throws a nonchalant wave at the painting behind her, now feeling like a sourpuss about her own work. )

I wanted to lighten up this place, but looks like that's the wrong thing to do. ... So now what?

[entreats]

[ She sighs.

Just by the things Jinx is saying here, Ange can tell the other still doesn't get it. Maybe Jinx will never get it. Maybe she's incapable of getting it. Either way-- It's pretty annoying, especially when it feels like she constantly has to explain the concept of basic human decency to the other girl.

And you know it's a disaster when you need Ange Ushiromiya of all people to explain that. ]

Just don't cause a ruckus. Let people deal with this crap first. And don't piss off the locals too much, when it's been proven that apparently some people here are totally okay with feeding us to monsters. I'd rather not be next.

[opheliac]

I thought that was the Rumpies not the Aldrags. ( or maybe it's both. she hasn't been paying that much attention. ) — And anyway, isn't that all the more reason to blast 'em into another realm?

( jinx reaches over to pick up her tablet, the feed now wavering around (don't get seasick, ange!) as she wanders over to gather her things. )

'Sides doing a sneak attack, they're not that agile. I bet a few pew-pews and ka-bonks will get 'em to behave. ... Except no one here REALLY does that, so I guess make them act less kidnappy.

[entreats]

[ With zero hesitation: ]

They all suck.

[ Sorry, poor people of Aldrip who haven't done anything that wrong other than being mighty suspicious of them.. But one group of people in this place being very much willing to sacrifice means to Ange that they probably all would do that, given the right circumstances.

Hence the lack of trust for all of them. ]

But I don't want them to have any reasons to retaliate against us. It's be nice if we could just have some peace and quiet for once.

[opheliac]

Peace and quiet? Well, geez. — Didn't know I was speakin' to a Granny this whole time.

( which could very well be possible now that she thinks of it. after all, one of the councilors back home is in his three-hundreds, and he still has such a cute fuzzy furry face. and ange is a ghost...or dead...or whatever. so it'd fit the bill. )

[entreats]

Contrary to popular belief, not all young people want to live an extremely wild life.

[ .. granted, in Ange's case it's mostly because she's already lived through so much wild stuff that she'd like it to stop. There's only so many times you can jump off a building before the thrill of it is completely gone, okay!! ]

Especially when I kind of have to make sure to survive this place so I can finish off what I was doing back home.