I. Spent a lot of time doing stakeouts back home. You know. For Silco. Keeping tabs on his targets, learning where they go, who they talk to, and what they like and dislike. Sometimes they. Do things with their lady or male friends of the night. And I've watched a few.
Just sometimes I've thought about what it would be like if I was the chick in that scenario. Getting railed by someone while someone else is watching or listening in. Maybe I'll notice them in the middle of it; maybe I won't. But TOTALLY get it if that's super cuckoo to do. Maybe later. Way, WAY, later.
No, girlfriend is good. I mean. You call me "good girl" sometimes. So. I should. Call you something too, right?
It was lame, and now you've killed my horniness. We can always count on Sharon to buzzkill the vibes!
It's not nuts! I just didn't expect you to have that particular kink, that's all. I'm a bit shy about this type of thing. Not like I'm a prude, obviously. Duh. It just seems embarrassing? Not like having sex is embarrassing, just strangers watching me or potentially getting off to me?
It makes me nervous, I guess. But I can see why you'd be interested.
You could call me "good girl" when I'm being a good girl, too. It's not like those types of names are regulated. But I've never really thought about it much. Is there anything you'd like to call me?
Yeah, I sort of see the embarrassment of it. For me, it's this weird confidence boost. I've been made fun of a lot as a kid, same as you. And I've never been told I was cute or pretty or hot until I met you. Even here, I don't get looked at by anyone, and I hardly get any compliments. Unless it has something to do with my inventions. I know it shouldn't matter because I have you now.
I guess I don't know if I decide to doll myself up one day, a "Your hair looks great," or "Hey, I love your outfit!" or "Who did your makeup?" or "Woah, you're in great shape!" would be nice. From someone.
Well, you DO like Starfire Rose a lot. Maybe that's something I can call you when we're in the mood, too.
No.
Love, X
P.S. You JUST said you had some tricks up your sleeve, you liar. Tell me now or I'm going back in your room for round 2! >:(
People like to compliment what you can do, not because they don't think you aren't cute or pretty, but because you're so much more than that.
I think if you dressed up, people would compliment you because they can compliment something you put effort into. That's how I've always done it, at least. I mean, you're hot, Jinx, but nothing is hotter than a woman who knows what she's doing. When you're in the zone inventing shit, all distracted, fingers covered in oil and dirt? Swoon.
What about... kitten? I feel like it has the same connotations as good girl. But I'd be happy with Starfire Rose all the time, too.
Love
SDS
ps: Nope. I don't have a clue what you're talking about. Also, what if it's meant to be a surprise???
So, should I invite you over the next time I get a spark of inspiration? But alright, Blondie, I'll take you on-on that. I'll slap on some makeup, redo my nails, pretty up my hair and see how many sparks fly.
Love, X
P.S. Come on, Sharon. You know what happens when you keep me waiting. I'll start biting.
Duh. I hope you won't get too upset if I have to distract you. I hope the only sparks you're hoping to see are my own, but I guess I won't be too upset if you catch people's eyes. You're beautiful.
And how will you distract me? And don't worry, Rabbit (Kitten's out, Rabbit's better); if someone comes along and they're on me, I'll let them down hard. Going easy is for suckers.
Love, X.
P.S. Good. It's my turn to leave you a hickey anyway.
Ha, well! I did warn you what would happen when you got jinxed. Now you've got to suffer the consequences of getting love-bombed every single day. Think you can make it out alive?
Breaking things tends to be my pastime.
Love, X.
P.S. And I never thought I'd get a hot chick like you, and here we are.
Yeah, you are definitely with the worst possible girl. You know, writing you like this got me thinking about something. Something I've been meaning to talk to you about, but shit keeps getting in the way. It's an ancient topic. Interested?
It's about Hairy. Or Harry. I overheard your big blowup with him when he decided to declare his dying love for Sleep. How much do you hate him now because of that? Touchy subject, I get it. I know how she makes you feel. Trust me, I feel it.
But I guess a girl is a little curious about if someone throws herself at her; if it's really a big done deal for you no matter what.
[ Reading Jinx's letter had made her stomach drop, and now she's all nerves. ]
Jinx,
I don't hate Harry. I think he's pathetic and he's weak. I do hate Sleep, though, and anyone who associates or intentionally worships her is walking on thin ice with me. [ She'd never admit it, but there are a few people she'd even give some small pass to. For a time, anyway. ]
Woah, someone got jumpy after they read my letter. Don't worry, Blondie, I'm not. The big wig missed her shot with me, and there are no do-overs.
Guess the bone head just reminds me of my people, you know? They believed in Janna even though she was a big phony, but I also understood why. Shit was tough and they needed something or someone to believe in to keep going, to keep living because they had nothing else.
So I guess, I don't know, I get why Hairy is the way he is. Maybe he'll snap out of it, maybe he won't. The world is a mystery!!
I get why people could believe in some being that might give them hope, but we can see with our own goddamn eyes what Sleep has done to this world. Why would anyone believe in a being who has destroyed a whole world? Billions dead because of her. I can't understand why anyone would look at Sleep and see something to believe in.
You know, when I told Harry that she was the reason the world was the way it was, he accused me of not caring if Sleep could get better. He didn't care what she'd done. Not to this planet. Probably won't care that she intends to take over his the same way. He said all this shit, and then accused me of getting off on my hatred. All because I hate her for a reason. A good fucking reason.
Why would anyone want to side with her? What does she offer anyone but pain? Is false hope better than the truth?
[ the letter arrives in a snail's pace. maybe she's writing a lot and has a lot to say, but actually it's because she's pensiveβ her thoughts are barreling and hesitant.
jinx doesn't want to write this, it'll align with what sleep had told her. the harsh truth, the truth she's been running from. ]
Sharon,
Maybe they're siding with her, seeing and believing in her the same way you are with me. I've done a lot of the same things, you know. I've killed over a dozen Enforcers, and not all of them were just single people. Some were moms and dads. Kids who are orphaned because I killed their parents. When my sis asked if I felt any remorse for what I've done, and I just laughed.
I've ruined lives, I've hurt, I've terrorized, I've kidnapped, and tortured. And trust me, Cait and all of Topside believe I bring nothing but pain, and I should rot in a cell, get the chair, or swing. Because I'm the reason why their lives had all gone to shit. And they're half right about that. They don't think there's a good bone in my body, they don't think I can change or be better.
But I had followers, I had fans, I've had people who believe in me, and here you are. I'm not trying to make you like Sleep or whatever. I hate her in own way.
I guess what I'm getting at is, maybe Sleep is their Jinx to them, you know? So try not to hate those people too hard, you can lose yourself that way. Having all that TNT anger, I mean. You've always been hot when you're mad, but I don't want to lose you in the smoke of it.
[ her handwriting is sharp and erratic. notably, she's beginning to keep a tight hold on her emotions, holding them back from their connection. ]
Sleep isn't their Jinx. You two are nothing alike. Not even close. Not even with all the people you've killed, not with all your fans, or people that are willing to give you a second, or third, or fourth fucking chance. The amount of pain you've caused people is a drop in the bucket compared to what she's done and what she's willing to do.
She is an infection. A disease. And she wishes to spread. To our worlds.
And people like them will get her what she wants because they're blind. If you lose me, it'll be because Sleep won.
Careful. You're going to make me jealous with all that "rawr" you have for her. Okay, that was bad, sorry! I know we're having a serious talk right now, but geez, your handwriting is getting harder for me to read. I had to read this twice! Maybe ease up on the pen? :P
That's why I blow things up, Toots. Better buildings than my guts. Unfortunately, all the dopes in this town will scream like a baby if I let out my true passion. So I kill instead.
Want me to make you a life size puppet? Someone you can strangle, smash, rip, bite, and torture whenever you feel especially spicy?
That's sweet of you, Bluebell, but I don't think that'd help me much. I usually just make my own rage room. I pick a place in the city, away from where I know most people live, and just go to town on a room. Like when we busted up those dishes.
I can get as loud as I want, scream until I'm hoarse. I do it until I'm too exhausted to continue, and it usually helps.
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No, no, I get it! It's nuts, I know.
I. Spent a lot of time doing stakeouts back home. You know. For Silco. Keeping tabs on his targets, learning where they go, who they talk to, and what they like and dislike. Sometimes they. Do things with their lady or male friends of the night. And I've watched a few.
Just sometimes I've thought about what it would be like if I was the chick in that scenario. Getting railed by someone while someone else is watching or listening in. Maybe I'll notice them in the middle of it; maybe I won't. But TOTALLY get it if that's super cuckoo to do. Maybe later. Way, WAY, later.
No, girlfriend is good. I mean. You call me "good girl" sometimes. So. I should. Call you something too, right?
It was lame, and now you've killed my horniness. We can always count on Sharon to buzzkill the vibes!
Love,
X.
P.S. Don't play stupid.
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It's not nuts! I just didn't expect you to have that particular kink, that's all. I'm a bit shy about this type of thing. Not like I'm a prude, obviously. Duh. It just seems embarrassing? Not like having sex is embarrassing, just strangers watching me or potentially getting off to me?
It makes me nervous, I guess. But I can see why you'd be interested.
You could call me "good girl" when I'm being a good girl, too. It's not like those types of names are regulated. But I've never really thought about it much. Is there anything you'd like to call me?
Shut up.
Love,
SDS
ps: What if I'm not playing stupid?
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Yeah, I sort of see the embarrassment of it. For me, it's this weird confidence boost. I've been made fun of a lot as a kid, same as you. And I've never been told I was cute or pretty or hot until I met you. Even here, I don't get looked at by anyone, and I hardly get any compliments. Unless it has something to do with my inventions. I know it shouldn't matter because I have you now.
I guess I don't know if I decide to doll myself up one day, a "Your hair looks great," or "Hey, I love your outfit!" or "Who did your makeup?" or "Woah, you're in great shape!" would be nice. From someone.
Well, you DO like Starfire Rose a lot. Maybe that's something I can call you when we're in the mood, too.
No.
Love,
X
P.S. You JUST said you had some tricks up your sleeve, you liar. Tell me now or I'm going back in your room for round 2! >:(
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People like to compliment what you can do, not because they don't think you aren't cute or pretty, but because you're so much more than that.
I think if you dressed up, people would compliment you because they can compliment something you put effort into. That's how I've always done it, at least. I mean, you're hot, Jinx, but nothing is hotter than a woman who knows what she's doing. When you're in the zone inventing shit, all distracted, fingers covered in oil and dirt? Swoon.
What about... kitten? I feel like it has the same connotations as good girl. But I'd be happy with Starfire Rose all the time, too.
Love
SDS
ps: Nope. I don't have a clue what you're talking about. Also, what if it's meant to be a surprise???
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So, should I invite you over the next time I get a spark of inspiration? But alright, Blondie, I'll take you on-on that. I'll slap on some makeup, redo my nails, pretty up my hair and see how many sparks fly.
Love,
X
P.S. Come on, Sharon. You know what happens when you keep me waiting. I'll start biting.
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Duh. I hope you won't get too upset if I have to distract you. I hope the only sparks you're hoping to see are my own, but I guess I won't be too upset if you catch people's eyes. You're beautiful.
Love,
SDS
ps: I'm into it.
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And how will you distract me? And don't worry, Rabbit (Kitten's out, Rabbit's better); if someone comes along and they're on me, I'll let them down hard. Going easy is for suckers.
Love,
X.
P.S. Good. It's my turn to leave you a hickey anyway.
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We both know it wouldn't take much. Sometimes, I think we can't be in the same room without... You know. I like Rabbit. Cute.
What a heartbreaker.
Love
SDS
Ps: Never thought I'd be looking forward to something like that, but...
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Ha, well! I did warn you what would happen when you got jinxed. Now you've got to suffer the consequences of getting love-bombed every single day. Think you can make it out alive?
Breaking things tends to be my pastime.
Love,
X.
P.S. And I never thought I'd get a hot chick like you, and here we are.
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Maybe, maybe not, but I think there are worse ways to go out.
Oh? Am I with a bad girl?
Love
Sharon
ps You realize you're hot, right?
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Yeah, you are definitely with the worst possible girl. You know, writing you like this got me thinking about something. Something I've been meaning to talk to you about, but shit keeps getting in the way. It's an ancient topic. Interested?
Love,
X.
P.S. Sometimes. :P
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Nah, she's the best to me. [ No ifs, ands, or buts. ] Yeah, I'm interested.
Love
Sharon
ps. ALL the time, dummy.
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It's about Hairy. Or Harry. I overheard your big blowup with him when he decided to declare his dying love for Sleep. How much do you hate him now because of that? Touchy subject, I get it. I know how she makes you feel. Trust me, I feel it.
But I guess a girl is a little curious about if someone throws herself at her; if it's really a big done deal for you no matter what.
Love,
X.
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Jinx,
I don't hate Harry. I think he's pathetic and he's weak. I do hate Sleep, though, and anyone who associates or intentionally worships her is walking on thin ice with me. [ She'd never admit it, but there are a few people she'd even give some small pass to. For a time, anyway. ]
Are you thinking about going to her?
Do you want to?
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Woah, someone got jumpy after they read my letter. Don't worry, Blondie, I'm not. The big wig missed her shot with me, and there are no do-overs.
Guess the bone head just reminds me of my people, you know? They believed in Janna even though she was a big phony, but I also understood why. Shit was tough and they needed something or someone to believe in to keep going, to keep living because they had nothing else.
So I guess, I don't know, I get why Hairy is the way he is. Maybe he'll snap out of it, maybe he won't. The world is a mystery!!
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I get why people could believe in some being that might give them hope, but we can see with our own goddamn eyes what Sleep has done to this world. Why would anyone believe in a being who has destroyed a whole world? Billions dead because of her. I can't understand why anyone would look at Sleep and see something to believe in.
You know, when I told Harry that she was the reason the world was the way it was, he accused me of not caring if Sleep could get better. He didn't care what she'd done. Not to this planet. Probably won't care that she intends to take over his the same way. He said all this shit, and then accused me of getting off on my hatred. All because I hate her for a reason. A good fucking reason.
Why would anyone want to side with her? What does she offer anyone but pain? Is false hope better than the truth?
[ Sorry, babe, your girlfriend is struggling. ]
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Sharon,
Maybe they're siding with her, seeing and believing in her the same way you are with me. I've done a lot of the same things, you know. I've killed over a dozen Enforcers, and not all of them were just single people. Some were moms and dads. Kids who are orphaned because I killed their parents. When my sis asked if I felt any remorse for what I've done, and I just laughed.
I've ruined lives, I've hurt, I've terrorized, I've kidnapped, and tortured. And trust me, Cait and all of Topside believe I bring nothing but pain, and I should rot in a cell, get the chair, or swing. Because I'm the reason why their lives had all gone to shit. And they're half right about that. They don't think there's a good bone in my body, they don't think I can change or be better.
But I had followers, I had fans, I've had people who believe in me, and here you are. I'm not trying to make you like Sleep or whatever. I hate her in own way.
I guess what I'm getting at is, maybe Sleep is their Jinx to them, you know? So try not to hate those people too hard, you can lose yourself that way. Having all that TNT anger, I mean. You've always been hot when you're mad, but I don't want to lose you in the smoke of it.
Love,
X.
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Sleep isn't their Jinx. You two are nothing alike. Not even close. Not even with all the people you've killed, not with all your fans, or people that are willing to give you a second, or third, or fourth fucking chance. The amount of pain you've caused people is a drop in the bucket compared to what she's done and what she's willing to do.
She is an infection. A disease. And she wishes to spread. To our worlds.
And people like them will get her what she wants because they're blind. If you lose me, it'll be because Sleep won.
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Careful. You're going to make me jealous with all that "rawr" you have for her. Okay, that was bad, sorry! I know we're having a serious talk right now, but geez, your handwriting is getting harder for me to read. I had to read this twice! Maybe ease up on the pen? :P
Sign, the girl who's fighting for your love,
X.
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Sorry.
Love
Sharon
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that almost warrants a balled up and toss the letter in the trash. but jinx doesn't, she'll write back, and tries to be a little more understanding. ]
It's okay.
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I can't control it. The anger, the hatred. When I think about Sleep, it's like something in me gets swallowed up. It makes my heart hurt.
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