SOMNIA INBOX

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Sharon da Silva
Illusionist

telepathic text | voice | projected apparition

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[opheliac]

[that... is getting a little personal, but jinx isn't the type to back down on a challenge, and none of these are uncomfortable yet. a small voice attempts to snap her attention, to warn jinx to be cautious. 'this could be a trick question.', it hisses, but she bats it away like batting her eyelashes. it's nothing to be concerned about, sharon is good. at least... she thinks so.]

I had three. I don't remember my biological one much. Just know enough that he did exist in order for me to pop out of my mom's woo haa.

Vander adopted me first.

[a buff looking man manifests briefly in her memory before he molds and morphs into another man.]

Then Silco. They... weren't the best of pals.

cw: mention of rape

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I don't remember my biological one, either. [ Rumors spread all over town, though. Her black sheep mother got with a married man. Or she'd been raped. Or there hadn't been a father at all. Alessa never learned one way or the other.

Silco is the one she saw in the memory. ] They look like they're complete polar opposites. You forgot the last two questions, by the way.

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[opheliac]

Pft, polar opposite is a way understatement. They had different opinions on how my city should be and how it should look.

And how dare you accuse me of forgetting! I might have lost a lotta screws, but I've got one or two still in their sockets. Janna is a long story, so I'll save her for last. But if you want to know what Zaun is like, I think it for you.

[with that, her mind drifts — showing sharon a typical time in zaun during the afternoon, but then how it quickly can go chaotic at night. well, more so in the last drop than anything else in the city.]

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Which one had the right opinion? Or were they both wrong?

[ Jinx's memory of Zaun is... almost overwhelming. It's nowhere like any place she's lived. Not the shitty motels, or crumbling homes. Not like any goddamn place she's seen in real life. Dark, and grimy, and alive. ] Seems like an exciting place to grow up.

[opheliac]

Nice try, but you're not going to trap me into choosing between them. That's a fight you'd be smart enough to stay out of.

But!! If you find sometimes eating out of dumpsters, having to bathe with other naked people in ponds or get hosed down while having very little money and medicine to help the sick fun, then yeah! Zaun is one hell of a place.

Oh, and we can't forget about the air pollution. Who doesn't love a good whiff of toxins in the morning?

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I don't think that's choosing between them, but all right.

I stand corrected: considerably less exciting than it looks. To me, it looks like something from a cool ass sci-fi film. Guess it goes to show appearances don't impart lived experience.

[opheliac]

Sci-fi film? Sci is short for science, right? And film like... taking pictures? But what's the "fi" part?

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Fiction. Science-fiction. It's a genre of media, usually futuristic, sometimes dystopian. Varies by the movie (film) or book.

Do you know what a movie is?

[opheliac]

Oh! Short for fiction, I get it. Smart!

Never heard of a movie, but I know books! Adventure, mystery, and romance. The only science books we have are for the academy Northside. For learning and crap.

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I cannot imagine living without movies. They're like plays... Tell me you have plays?

[opheliac]

Yeah, we have plays! Only the rich can attend to those. Not like that'll stop me from sneaking in.

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Okay, well, movies are like plays that you can watch any time. If we ever get shit working around here, I'll show one to you.

[opheliac]

Pinky promise?

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What are we, ten? [ And yet there's the distinct sense of a pinkie promise happening, a flash of two pinkies looping around one another. ]

1/???

[opheliac]

Says the one who acts like she's about to get candy every time I come around.

2/????

[opheliac]

[but the pinkies lock tight, and there's warmth that illuminates—something sweet and like honey. but then that changes into something, a memory that only she is supposed to see, but unfortunately, the connection they share leaves no stone unturned.

it begins with a hand shake, undoubtedly jinx's fingers, but the other... someone much smaller. then another thought gallops through: those same tender fingers working on someone's locks. the love and care weigh heavy in those two moments, suffocatingly so, but it isn't unpleasant. in fact, if being smothered to death by love is an option, jinx would accept it with open arms.]

3/4

[opheliac]

[and then finally, the mysterious person reveals herself, peering up at her (and sharon) with large eyes and a smile. and just seeing that face alone is enough to get an enormous, overwhelming feeling of grief—a fresh wound that hadn't even begun its healing process.

she is trying to look at the positive side of it; people had always said to "just think of the good times, think of the love you two shared because that will never die or go out" when someone passes. but it isn't the same, she feels. a memory isn't the same as having that person physically. and although she knows keeping this little girl her thoughts any longer than she should will lead into a spiral of misery, jinx can't seem to stop thinking about her. at least... for the moment. so the mysterious child stays, and scurries away to take a seat and entertains herself.]

4/4

[opheliac]

So. Janna. You wanna hear about that?

ooof ;;

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[ sweet, and warm; a familial love that Sharon knows all too well, but one that's coupled with the hefty weight of inconsolable grief, the kind that's still fresh and bleeding. a constant ache.

a little girl with big eyes that look up at Jinx with such innocent adoration. eyes she only gets to see now in her memories. ]

Would kind of prefer to hear about the kid, honestly. [ That's not what she originally asked about, but it's what she wants to know about now. ]

[opheliac]

She's mine. Not... my actual kid. Didn't do the nasty dance or anything like that. But she fell from the sky and landed on me. Tried to ditch her, buuuut she wouldn't beat it. No matter how many times I ignored her or yelled at her. Then she just sort of... grew on me. Like a tumor.

But her name was Isha, she was child-years-old. She couldn't remember her name day, so I guessed she was somewhere between seven and ten. She was a mute but knew sign language. Rabbits are her favorite animal, she hates vegetables, and she likes the color yellow. We were in the middle of learning how to write. Not a good speller, but she was getting her point across. And, she bites!! That's important.


So what about you? Any kids? Husband with a white fence?

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[ She's mine. It's her kid, no matter how they met. There's an instant sense of admiration, and a deeper sense of affection—as if just this little fact changes everything about how she views Jinx from here on out.

She was a mother, and she lost her kid. Her thoughts briefly brush upon her adoptive mother, but it's there and gone. ]

She sounds amazing, Jinx.

No kids [ ...it almost feels like a lie, but not quite. There's this sense of complication. Even now, she can hear Alessa's twisted voice "Daughter, Sister, Self." ] no husband. I've never even dated before. Didn't exactly live a life conducive to relationships, really. It was just me and my dad—before he got kidnapped.

[opheliac]

[so there are several lines of emotions that come through with just this little bit of detail about her new companion. first, despite the thought of sharon's mother breezes by very rapidly, jinx noticed it and it stirred her own memory of her mother (OOC NOTE: pretend her mom's face is fuzzy. canonically, jinx doesn't remember her face), however, the sense of axle grease is more apparent than the woman herself.

and when that flutters away along with sharon's parent, the next set of emotions could be explained as intrigue with a small hint of mischief lingering somewhere underneath it all. then there's a gesture of someone thrashing their arms wildly at that particular target, not exactly bashful but more like it's not the correct time nor place to dip into that pool. sometimes, she can't stand having these... thoughts and her urges being the way they are. do all teenagers go through this, or is it just her? probably just her.

then finally, guilt plummets hard and knocks the wind out of her to the point of whiplashing. because how dare she think about flirtatious things when this girl is talking about her father being kidnapped? how insensitive can one person be?! well... she is a monster, after all, and monsters don't usually have carry a sense of compassion.⁣]

shit. [a curse for both her stupid thought and the circumstances of her father.] i'm... sorry. [again, for both.] i. i get it. my dad...uh. one of them. he was taken away too.

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[ it's a sudden rush of feelings, a flurry of one thing after another, and sharon is left somewhat flustered. touched, but confused—almost as if she's uncertain what to do with any of it. ]

It's cool, Jinx. [ the only person that ever expressed interest in her was vincent. he—she doesn't want to think about that. ] I was on my way to save him when I was grabbed by... Sleep, or whatever she's called. I was willing to die to save him, and now he's... [ probably dead. vincent told her they wouldn't keep him long. once they realized she wasn't coming, they would've gotten rid of him. the pain hits so hard her breath catches, but there's a distinct feeling she's shoving it right back in the box it fell from. ]

He didn't want me to save him anyway.

[opheliac]

[sleep. so that's the name of whatever entity that snatched them away. people have been questioning and probing for information via murmur for weeks now. and while it would be beneficial for jinx to tune in and listen for her own knowledge, her mind is already cluttered with her own whispers—having any extra will drive her to the brink of something that lies beyond insanity.]

But you're going to save him when you get back, are you? Because families stick together.

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[ she actually has to stop walking to catch herself, panic trying to claw itself to the forefront of her mind. all she'd wanted to do with her life was save him.

if she ever gets back, she's going to kill every last one of them. ] ...they probably killed him days ago, Jinx. The only reason they even let him live is because they thought it would bring me to them.