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expiationnet2024-01-03 01:03 pm
opheliac) wrote in expiationnet2024-01-03 01:03 pm
007. 💥(video) ⇁ tablet
CW: blood, gore, monsters doing cannibalism, & off/deranged behavior.
( for a lot of nothing, there's a lot going on when this video broadcast starts. it opens with jinx, holding the device with both hands above her head as she lies on what appears to be on floorboards, with her braids spread and extending out so far off-screen due to its insane length. she is drenched with blood, some areas look fresh and some look quite stale. it's on her bangs, her braids, her face, and on the sleeves and the front of her purple sweater. but despite the gruesome image, jinx looks peaceful, with her pinks glistening with tranquility as she gazes back at the camera lens (and the preview side of herself in the corner). her lips curl into a short smile, humming for no real reason but to simply make noise. but then, that purr coils into a sing-song ditty, her voice gentle and smooth like butter as she sings faintly: )
♪ Jinx, Jinx. You are a monster from Hell. ♪
( her eyes cut away to somewhere off-screen, pausing in her lullaby as if there's someone with her, and they want to interrupt. but there's no other voice besides her own, and no other sounds (yet) except of the rustling of any leftover dead leaves and the breeze for the microphone to pick up for ear-graining feedback. that alone is enough to go on that she's outside (again), and her attention falls back to the camera with her smile still in place (if not a touch bit... distant?) as she continues: )
♪ Jinx, Jinx? You are meant to be in.... Hell. ♪
( she lets the last word of her lullaby trail off her tongue until there's a commotion. it's faint, but the feed picks up the snarling and the monstrous-like snipping from... somewhere. and instead of lifting herself to her feet, jinx scoots upward with her entire body with the camera still on her until she reaches the edges of the wooden platform. so she's on a deck of some kind and definitely high up, given the angle. her head hangs off the brink in a childlike notion, panning the camera to give the viewer a peek-see down below her.
on the ground, there are beasts, a lot of them dead with their bodies rip to shreds and organs splattering all over the soils. one or two monsters are still alive, gnawing furiously on the corpses and eying at each other as a warning to stay away, or they'll be next. it's a real horrendous sight, but jinx picks up where she left off in her melody, and holds the camera in place, so the viewers can monitor the monsters for a little longer. )
♪ You know just how to be cruel when you turned and walked away... ♪
( the feed wavers as she moves, rolling briefly to be on her side and revealing her rocket launcher resting behind her (he has blood on him too), and a pile of clothes. still humming, she clicks open a standee clip from the back of her tablet she custom-made for hand-free purposes. once that's all done, she rolls over to lie on her stomach to watch the monsters underneath -- reaching around her weapon to grab a pair of jeans (boy jeans to be specific), then dangles it in the air for a second or two. her fingertips are coated with some unknown black ashes, and it becomes more lucid when she drops the piece of clothing for the beasts to toy with. )
♪ I yell, "Why did you leave me?" and you say, "'Cause I'm a Jinx, a Jinx" ... You are a monster from Hell. ♪
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Ah. ( For the first thing that the charm shows them, this is interesting. They can understand what she means, even though the monsters are no longer in the view that the charm provides. They study the rocket launcher. )
I imagine you can name them anything you want, though it may not be a good idea to keep corpses in your house.
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( how gross. but she is a girl who struggles with her mental state on a daily basis, so sometimes hygiene etiquette slips. like now being the perfect example given the fact she is having a conversation so casually as if the blood on her is nonexistent. )
By the way, what's your name? The name's Jinx if ya couldn't tell.
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( The blood does not affect them. They are already in a new environment than usual. If something like this is normal, then they will adjust to it. )
Avalon. I just arrived.
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( she says bluntly, rummaging through the pile of clothes beside her to see what would be good to toss out next. )
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( Avalon shrugs. They can morph their body into enough animal forms to handle themself if they decide they care enough. )
They seemed to like the jeans. ( Avalon points to the pile of clothing, revealing rows of blood-red beads around their wrist. ) They might like something similar.
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( she knows she is being morbid for the sake of just being morbid, but jinx likes to test out people's gross factor and see just how uncomfy she can make them. it seems so far this person has a high tolerance. )
— But I'm fresh outta that!
CW: Suicide/self-harm
( Avalon has watched other people sit their own wrists, place their hands over open flames, take drugs and cause all kinds of symptoms. Morbidity is nothing new to them. ) If you could find one. Animal blood or limbs could be an option.
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( in the meantime, a yawn escapes her lips, and she rolls over onto her back -- shutting her eyes while her lungs take in the newly fresh air. )
So what's your crime, Bucko? Is it somethin' boring like "stealing"? Or is it murder? Assassination is the SUPER popular one around here.
-> Video
( Avalon leans against the side of the nearest building. As they cross their arms, Jinx will hear their beads click. ) Murder. ( They decide not to say anything about their methods for now. While their magic seems to be limited in this world, they have yet to decide if they want to continue their murders here. They could have become human enough to make learning about their species impossible. Staying hidden is the only way they will be able to kill for as long as possible. )
What about yours?
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( when she sounds pretty unimpressed when she confesses, and she would roll her eyes if they weren't already closed. )
Pretty boring if ya ask me. I've done bigger things than murder and trading stuff around — ( she lifts her hands to do air quotes with her digits. ) — "illegally". But it's whatever.
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I guess those could be common. It might be interesting if someone here was falsely accused.
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( and she'll leave it at that. the last thing she wants is to swirl back down a rabbit hole of missing her friend. and if she knows usagi, she wouldn't want jinx to sit around and be sad all day. she would want her to be happy, and live to the fullest. )
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Why did that happen? [They are slightly less willing to leave it at that. While they could not care less about someone who is no longer here, they do want to learn about this place.]
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( all the more reason for them to be the top of her list to get rid of. if she has to be stuck here, fine, she can deal with that. but what's the point of forming any kind of relationships or rehabilitation if they're just going to take away the things that are meant to guide them to the right path? )
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The council? ( This is new information for them. They had assumed the Rift had just decided to drop them here for no reason. )
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( she says while ignoring the fact they're spanking new to this new world and she's fully aware of it. but it's not her job to educate this newbie, and jinx had already used up all of her good deed giving for the month -- this is just pushing it. )
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For now, I am. The goal is to change that.
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( she signals avalon a salute before bouncing up to her feet for a stretch. her groan is unnecessarily loud and uncalled for when she straightens her back, then collects her rocket launcher when she feels she's all nice and limber. )
Guess I'll just toss the rest of this junk overboard. It was nice knowin' these clothes too.
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( They spend a few seconds fiddling with the charm before they figure out how to turn it off. The hologram vanishes. )