007. 💥(video) ⇁ tablet

[opheliac]

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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[grappler]

[girl, your sister worries so damn much about you.]

... Where the hell are you?? Are you okay??

[opheliac]

( her happy expression immediately diminishes when her sister comes to the screen. jinx remains silent for a moment, stretching over for another set of clothing to toss over. )

Sorry, Violet, looks like you pressed the wrong button. I'm not your precious Top Hat Cupcake. Hung up and try again.

( using her full name means two things: either one, she is in distress or two, she is very pissed. surely vi can guess which mood she's in. )

[grappler]

[????????

ah.]

Wait, wait, wait. I know exactly who I'm talking to. And what are you doing with those clothes??

[opheliac]

( she mumbles, "color me shocked" underneath her breath, and whether vi catches that or not is dealer's choice! but she smirks deviously when questioned about the clothing -- choosing yet another sock from the pile. )

What does it look like? Givin' my new pets some toys.

[grappler]

[... this girl is gonna make her get gray hair before she's 30. but at least she doesn't hear the mumbling this time.]

They're clothes, not toys. Whose are they?

[opheliac]

Ooooooh, no one important.

( she says sweetly, dropping the sock off the edge of her deck. )

Just a guy who calls girls, "Gorgeous", and say he'll be yours, and you'll be his... only to just disappear!

( despite her perky tone, it's painfully obvious there's a lot of anger behind these words. )

Guess where he's from that's a way of saying," I don't like you anymore. Considered you dumped!"

[grappler]

Oh. That guy.

[she shakes her head.]

Well, he better not show up again. If he does, tell me where to beat the shit out of him.

[opheliac]

( normally she'd say something wisecracky here, or throw out threats as a typical response. but instead jinx does none of this, but shrugs her shoulders as a response. her little sister is attempting to appear aloof about the whole thing, but hurt is written all over her face. if not there, there's sniffling and a quick hand movement to her eye to wipe away a tear. )

... I shoulda stuck with weapons.

( sitting up cross-legged, she gathers her rocket launcher to her lap and latches her arms around it -- embracing him as if he's a massive teddy bear.)

I was so dumb to think people would be nicer here.

[grappler]

[Vi's heart twists at seeing Jinx so upset. she wishes there was something more she could do--]

You can come hang out with me, for a little bit. I'll take you wherever you wanna go.

[opheliac]

( she glances over to the feed, frowning slightly with narrowing eyes.)

If I say,"Yes", it doesn't mean you're off the hook. And if you want to make it up to me, you gotta apologize to him.

[grappler]

[.............

....

....

.

Vi is just gonna look at Jinx for a moment while her jaw tenses.]

And is he going to apologize for running his damn mouth and just generally being a piece of shit?

[opheliac]

What, suddenly too sensitive to handle verbal jabs now?

( if her sister is going to give her a dirty look, she will throw one right back at her. )

If I knew THAT was a pass, I woulda clocked your little girlfriend a long time ago.

[grappler]

Hey, Caitlyn doesn't do shit to you! And she's not my girlfriend!

[Vi aren't you tired of arguing this point already...]

Maybe you should listen to his stupid ramblings without your rose tinted glasses on one day.

1/2

[opheliac]

( her sister blinks at vi's outburst, and she's so stunned by that exclaim that she missed the second half of her statement. )

...

2/2

[opheliac]

( with a lopsided smirk and a quirk of an eyebrow, jinx scoots closer while reaching over to the tablet to fiddle with something. )

Sorry, I didn't catch that. Mind sayin' it one more time for me?

[grappler]

[exasperated:]

Jinx, please. You heard me the first time.

[opheliac]

( she rolls her eyes and slumps back down on her deck. so much for having her sister to repeat and record. but that doesn't stop her from secretly logging this conversation anyway. )

Fine. But if she's not your girlfriend, why haven't you ditched her yet? You've never been like this with all the other girls. I think the longest I've seen you with one was a weekend. Let alone live with one. ...So what gives?

[grappler]

I dunno, she's different.

[because that makes so much sense, Vi.]

We're friends of course, but... I can't just leave her here by herself. There's too much shit she'd get into.

[opheliac]

( she could vomit and jinx is resisting the urge to dry heave right now. )

She's an Enforcer, not a two-year-old. And isn't that what Enforcers do anyway? — Get into crap 'cause it'll make 'em feel important and worth something?

[grappler]

Yeah well, if you would stop running off I'd want to watch over you too.

[but Jinx is... Jinx...]

She doesn't get into shit just because. She usually has a pretty good reason for it.

[opheliac]

Right, good reasons! Liiiiiike stopping whatever Silco and I are — ( she lifts both her indexes and middles to do air quotes. ) — "cookin' up".

( although it's a hard argument to make when she is still covered in blood like it's not even there. with her hands drop to her midriff, jinx flashes her big sister a smile.)

Didya know according to her and everyone else here, me having compassion equals suspicion? If I do, it means I'm up to something naughty. Guess we gotta scratch out loving my big sis off the table.

( despite it, though, she snorts over the ridiculous claim of that. )

[grappler]

[..............................]

You are usually up to something, though. Like this post? Doesn't have to be big, but you are feeding a guy's clothes to monsters.

[she's just pointing it out here.]

[opheliac]

My so called boyfriend ditched me. He deserves to have his clothes chewed and spit on by my new pets.

( and just for that, jinx reaches over and tosses yet another piece of clothing over her head -- bye, bye shirt. )

If it weren't for Scott being his roommate, he wouldn't have a home, either.

[grappler]

[bro...]

What if you set fire to just his room? Or parts of it? That'll work. I'll even help.

[she's such a bad influence lmao]

[opheliac]

Thought about it, more than once. But then the puppy at home will start whining. And that's not good for the ears.