[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". ]
She's instantly nervous, but despite that, does as Jinx told her to. She moves slowly, intentionally, and only when she pushes through the broken door does she finally breathe. ]
[when sharon passes through the employee door, there's another entryway with, sadly, a lack of a door where lights are beaming within.]
Hi, in here!
[she calls out once she hears the other girl's voice. inside this room is the employee breakroom with tables and chairs that vary from being still intact to broken. snack vending machines are in there as well—three in total—all glass shields being smashed into to retrieve whatever snacks and drinks are inside with ease. but what really sticks out the most is the blanket fort she built, which she will find jinx bundling up inside in covers.]
Come on in. Make yourself at home! There's room for you in here.
[ sharon takes a good look around, the edge of her lips quirking upward. it feels like jinx's vibe, blanket fort and all. she hums under her breath as she approaches, crouching to get a look at jinx all bundled up. ]
Been a while since I've fucked around in a blanket fort. [ more than nine years now. she pulls her mask off her face, the dangling charms clinking together as she stuffs them in the tote bag hung off her shoulder. she offers a shy smile before she crawls in. ] I'm gonna need to see your wound, you know.
[she removes her own mask now that there's no longer use for it, and she grants sharon an amusing smirk before plopping her head back onto her pillow.]
You're that in a rush to get handsy, Blondie?
[to get a laugh, jinx overacts by rolling carefully on her back and tossing her arm over her forehead while speaking in a meek tone.]
Oh, my!! It's all... happening so fast! Please... be gentle; it's my first time.
[ heat rises up her chest and settles on her cheeks at jinx's exaggerated, impish behavior. she slaps the girls leg as she tries not to roll her eyes. ]
Lift your shirt, loser. [ but her lips are pulled up in a smile and there's laughter in her voice. she digs into her bag for the small tin of medical salve. ] Healing first, bullshit after.
[ the last thing she needs is the girl to fuck around and bleed out on her. ]
[but she finally complies and kicks the covers off her frame, revealing the craft-made bandages clutching around her lower waist. the material is from a curtain, as she said, and it looks like her blood is seeping through the fabric.]
[ that earns a good-natured roll of her eyes, but when her gaze drops to the bloody bandages, she grimaces, a shiver racing down her spine. she quickly pulls the tin out, and crawls closer, reaching for the bandages before hesitating. ]
Can I?
cw: wound is on the hip so slightly expose but not really, idk whatever.
[she hums to her, confirming she can go ahead and unravel the "bandages" and tend to it. and to help give sharon a head start, she unbuckles her slacks and tugs them down just a touch for better viewing.
doing this shows that her enormous clouded tattoo seems to have a continuation. where does that stop anyway? the wound does appear... gruesome when it is finally time to examine it, but this is mainly because it needs to be cleaned. if one would just get rid of all the excessive blood, the injury itself would be decent.]
[ the cloud tattoo earns a curious glance, and a flick of her brow, but she doesn't have long to admire it as she reaches forward to unravel the makeshift bandages. the wound is a nasty piece of work, and she doesn't even need to imagine the pain—she felt the ghost of it through the murmur. ]
When'd you get the tattoo? I've always wanted one. [ she asks as she mops up the blood with bandages before she flips the tin's lid open. the soft scent of lavender fills the blanket fort, but there's a tang at the end of it—a hint of finality. she warms the salve on the back of her hand before she applies a small amount to each puncture.
it doesn't take long before they start to close up, flesh stitching together as if by unknown magic. ]
[she hums again at the question, more a startled sound than an affirmative tone, and her eyes join sharon's to peek down at her own ink. and then they shift away, looking at the blanket above them as if she is looking for the correct answer in its cloth.]
Pssshhhh—Uuuuhhh... I think I was sixteen. I wanted to tat myself because having some sweaty fatso on me made me want to hurl and gouge his eyes out. Then my own. — So! My old man searched all over Zaun for a chick and paid her an amount she couldn't refuse.
[ wanted a tattoo so bad she was willing to do it herself. ] That was pretty damn cool of him. [ there's no doubt her old man knew she'd get it one way or another.
she brushes her fingertips against the edge of the tattoo admiringly before she finishes covering the rest of the wounds in salve. when she finishes, she taps the girl again twice. ] There, all healed up—unless you've got some other nasty wounds you need Nurse Sharon to take care of.
[the graze of the padding of her fingertips causes her muscles to twitch, not out of fear, but over a foreign sensation that feels far too pleasurable for its own good. her breath catches over it, her quick and light gasp echoing more feminine than normal. and like a blink of an eye, the blissful little moment is gone, and jinx flutters her eyes, and adjusts her vision to sharon as if she just came out of a bewitching tunnel.]
Uh. N...No. [she mutters, shifting to sit up and shooing her locks behind her hair.] Yeah. Thanks. For... that. Guess I owe ya one.
[ the small gasp tugs the corners of sharon's mouth into a faint smile. Huh. seems there are simple ways to slip past whatever masks jinx likes to hide behind. maybe she’s only daring when she’s the one in control.
sharon eases back, putting a bit of space between them, and slips the tin back into her bag. ] Guess you do. [ light-hearted. her gaze drops to the tattoos, and then pulls it back up to the girl's face. ] Why clouds?
[with heat flushing over her freckled cheeks and her fingers fumbling to fasten her slacks again, jinx makes the mistake of looking over to sharon before looking away. too soon, too soon. and she clears her throat as she forces herself to sound more gruff than she really is. it's not that she is ashamed to show her girly side; it's just...—well, she isn't sure quite yet.]
Because. [okay, she knows that's a horrible answer, so she continues.] My sis gave me a flare as a kid. Told me she will find me if I light it up. Blue was the color of the smoke; it would look like clouds.
[ sharon doesn't miss the flush, or how jinx adjusts the tone of her voice. she never thought that jinx would be the shy type. ]
Huh, cute. Did you get it in dedication to her? [ it obviously has a deeper meaning than just blue smoke from a flare. jinx wanted to be found. sharon knows what that feels like. ]
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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.
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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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She's instantly nervous, but despite that, does as Jinx told her to. She moves slowly, intentionally, and only when she pushes through the broken door does she finally breathe. ]
Jinx?
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Hi, in here!
[she calls out once she hears the other girl's voice. inside this room is the employee breakroom with tables and chairs that vary from being still intact to broken. snack vending machines are in there as well—three in total—all glass shields being smashed into to retrieve whatever snacks and drinks are inside with ease. but what really sticks out the most is the blanket fort she built, which she will find jinx bundling up inside in covers.]
Come on in. Make yourself at home! There's room for you in here.
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Been a while since I've fucked around in a blanket fort. [ more than nine years now. she pulls her mask off her face, the dangling charms clinking together as she stuffs them in the tote bag hung off her shoulder. she offers a shy smile before she crawls in. ] I'm gonna need to see your wound, you know.
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You're that in a rush to get handsy, Blondie?
[to get a laugh, jinx overacts by rolling carefully on her back and tossing her arm over her forehead while speaking in a meek tone.]
Oh, my!! It's all... happening so fast! Please... be gentle; it's my first time.
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Lift your shirt, loser. [ but her lips are pulled up in a smile and there's laughter in her voice. she digs into her bag for the small tin of medical salve. ] Healing first, bullshit after.
[ the last thing she needs is the girl to fuck around and bleed out on her. ]
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[but she finally complies and kicks the covers off her frame, revealing the craft-made bandages clutching around her lower waist. the material is from a curtain, as she said, and it looks like her blood is seeping through the fabric.]
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Can I?
cw: wound is on the hip so slightly expose but not really, idk whatever.
doing this shows that her enormous clouded tattoo seems to have a continuation. where does that stop anyway? the wound does appear... gruesome when it is finally time to examine it, but this is mainly because it needs to be cleaned. if one would just get rid of all the excessive blood, the injury itself would be decent.]
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When'd you get the tattoo? I've always wanted one. [ she asks as she mops up the blood with bandages before she flips the tin's lid open. the soft scent of lavender fills the blanket fort, but there's a tang at the end of it—a hint of finality. she warms the salve on the back of her hand before she applies a small amount to each puncture.
it doesn't take long before they start to close up, flesh stitching together as if by unknown magic. ]
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Pssshhhh—Uuuuhhh... I think I was sixteen. I wanted to tat myself because having some sweaty fatso on me made me want to hurl and gouge his eyes out. Then my own. — So! My old man searched all over Zaun for a chick and paid her an amount she couldn't refuse.
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she brushes her fingertips against the edge of the tattoo admiringly before she finishes covering the rest of the wounds in salve. when she finishes, she taps the girl again twice. ] There, all healed up—unless you've got some other nasty wounds you need Nurse Sharon to take care of.
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Uh. N...No. [she mutters, shifting to sit up and shooing her locks behind her hair.] Yeah. Thanks. For... that. Guess I owe ya one.
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sharon eases back, putting a bit of space between them, and slips the tin back into her bag. ] Guess you do. [ light-hearted. her gaze drops to the tattoos, and then pulls it back up to the girl's face. ] Why clouds?
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Because. [okay, she knows that's a horrible answer, so she continues.] My sis gave me a flare as a kid. Told me she will find me if I light it up. Blue was the color of the smoke; it would look like clouds.
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Huh, cute. Did you get it in dedication to her? [ it obviously has a deeper meaning than just blue smoke from a flare. jinx wanted to be found. sharon knows what that feels like. ]
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