[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.]
[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.]
[ 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. ]
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?
[ 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.
[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.
[ 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. ]
[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.
[ 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.
[there's an itch then, or something that feels equivalent to a layer being on her (their) skin that can easily be ripped off if they pick at it long enough. like when glue gets attached to one's padded fingers and can be discarded—it's not painful, it's easy to neglect, but its presence lingers. it's jinx wanting to make a comment but keeping her lips pressed together. touchy subject, touchy subject.]
[should she? sharon did say it was okay, but will she regret it?]
Speaking from experience and as a professional, there's a chance your dad could still be alive. I'd say maybe a seventy percent probability. Has he been beaten up into a pulp? Definitely. Lost a lot of blood? Ooooooooh yeah. Got a broken hand or ankle just to show they mean business? Sure, if they're getting bored.
But if they're trying to get to you or want you to go to them, then killing him would defeat the purpose. It's all about playing with the mind and dangling the prize in front of you so you'll work faster. They'll need him alive.
[ Terror races through the Murmur like fire chasing gas. Memories flash by quickly. Bodies left tied to pyres, burned and blackened. An asylum falling apart, garbled screams bouncing off the bloody tiled walls. A man with eyes the color of milk as he touches the puckered scars on the back of his head, madness clinging to him as Sharon levels her pistol at his head.
No.
No.
She knows what happens if he's not dead, and that might very well be worse. ]
[for a quick minute, the memories startle jinx—not at all expecting something so gruesome after sharon has been sharing thoughts of bliss, like her mother or a sense of fondness. but this? this is nowhere near it, although what might make this even more uncanny is how quickly jinx adapts to the said memory. she doesn't shudder, doesn't shut her eyes, or utter a sound of fear.
instead, she absorbs the surrenderings, cocking her head to the tied incinerated bodies, and then her eyes shift nonchalantly at the tilts. but it's the man that grabs her attention the most, and the way sharon handles the firearm with the intention to end his life. but did she? she would hope so if he is someone that's a waste of space.]
Why would it scare me? It'd be more likely to piss me off. [ but jinx's answer doesn't trigger a spike in anger. no fear. no judgement. just a weariness, as if she were simply worn out by the emotional journey. ]
Neat! The outside is very decorative, you can't miss me. It's going to say "STAY OUT", "WARNING" but you're allowed in. Just.... don't go in yet. Let me know when you're outside.
Also, I'm not everyone. The scariest thing about you is the volatility, and even that isn't really scary. [ or, rather, it's as exhilarating as it is frightening. ]
[she says nothing at first, more focused on pulling herself to her feet and moving wherever she wanted to be. the pain, this time, is sharper than the first—it pulses and burns. but once jinx is done stirring around, it quickly subdues and fades now into a lingering presence.]
[a memory blazes pretty immediately, and it begins with staring at the floorboards of the entrance. it's faint, but there are drawn outlines on certain spots—shaped into a square. the flashback then reveals the girl's feet, skipping anywhere in the room besides those particular squares, and they lead all the way to the back with a broken door that reads, "EMPLOYEES ONLY". ]
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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.]
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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.]
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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. ]
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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 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.
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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 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.
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But you're going to save him when you get back, are you? Because families stick together.
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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.
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Who's turn is it again?
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Speaking from experience and as a professional, there's a chance your dad could still be alive. I'd say maybe a seventy percent probability. Has he been beaten up into a pulp? Definitely. Lost a lot of blood? Ooooooooh yeah. Got a broken hand or ankle just to show they mean business? Sure, if they're getting bored.
But if they're trying to get to you or want you to go to them, then killing him would defeat the purpose. It's all about playing with the mind and dangling the prize in front of you so you'll work faster. They'll need him alive.
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No.
No.
She knows what happens if he's not dead, and that might very well be worse. ]
You kidnap people a lot, Jinx?
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instead, she absorbs the surrenderings, cocking her head to the tied incinerated bodies, and then her eyes shift nonchalantly at the tilts. but it's the man that grabs her attention the most, and the way sharon handles the firearm with the intention to end his life. but did she? she would hope so if he is someone that's a waste of space.]
I've dabbled in the works here and there.
[a beat.]
Does that scare you?
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Almost there, by the way.
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Neat! The outside is very decorative, you can't miss me. It's going to say "STAY OUT", "WARNING" but you're allowed in. Just.... don't go in yet. Let me know when you're outside.
Also! I'm going to move, so pain incoming!
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Also, I'm not everyone. The scariest thing about you is the volatility, and even that isn't really scary. [ or, rather, it's as exhilarating as it is frightening. ]
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Fuck, mmhmm, yep. Sounds great.
[obviously, she was half-listening.]
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Pretty sure I'm here. [ there is a mental snapshot of what she's seeing, jinx's warnings dead center. ]
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[a memory blazes pretty immediately, and it begins with staring at the floorboards of the entrance. it's faint, but there are drawn outlines on certain spots—shaped into a square. the flashback then reveals the girl's feet, skipping anywhere in the room besides those particular squares, and they lead all the way to the back with a broken door that reads, "EMPLOYEES ONLY". ]
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cw: wound is on the hip so slightly expose but not really, idk whatever.
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cw: dipping in that pg-13 suggestive theme territory
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wrapped.