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@aperfectjinx
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Inde Jinx new to the Aracne verse, seeking friendly connections and other Arcane characters interested in writing. Would love to get my foot in the door in this verse and meet all the lovely people in it.
Character: Jinx Age: 19+ Depending on timeline Verse: Arcane Style: Multi-para to Novella. Plot driven.
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Currently Seeking: Vi Silco And anyone who wishes to write!
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Silco was never a warm person. Comfort wasn't his forte yet he sat on his chair with a distraught jinx close to him, concern growing in his good eye. Sitting quietly. "You're strong. Stronger than most Jinx. That's your gift. Your resilience. The two of us have been through hell, yet we sit at the throne. Tell me Jinx. What troubles you? You have Zaun at the tip of your fingers. Yet you sit here?"
From Silco @sinners-saintsandsaviors
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Jinx gazes down at her fingertips silently, stretching them out before curling her fingers back upon her fists. “Our fingertips…” She corrects while sitting at his feet, she turns her head to peer up at him over her shoulder and bites at her lower lip. What troubled her? How could he even wonder that? “I nearly killed you…” She says as she quickly drops her gaze back to the floor. “You wouldn’t trade me for the world and I nearly killed you myself.” She closes her eyes tight. No. She’d never hurt him. At least she’d like to think that. “How could I?” She breathes while she rests her fists against the sides of her head.
‘Stillwater Prison, spent most of my time in Solitary.’ Vi said softly, still holding onto her sister. ‘I’ve been out… what, a day, maybe two.’
‘And I managed to find you as soon as I could Pow-Pow.’ She added as she drew back.
‘Well, there’s not a lot of difference between being dead, and being locked in a small stone box for a few years.’ She sighed, ‘They didn’t even treat me like a person in there. I was just Prisoner number 516.’
‘Why wouldn’t you be glad to…’ Vi trailed off at the mention of the voices. ‘What voices, who’s voice?’
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Why wouldn’t she be glad? Her brow furrows. She should be glad, but the fear of betrayal was still strong. “Because last time...you left.” She sighs then takes a step back with a tilt of her head as she questions the voices. “What? Oh..Don’t worry about that.” She tells her, quickly brushing it off.
“Ther are people who look out for me now. That say to be careful who I trust.” She pauses and stares at her with sharp eyes. “Can I trust you...Vi?” She asks with a tilt of her head, a lilt to her voice. How would she know if letting her sister back in would be a good idea? She didn’t.
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‘Yeah, it really is.’ Vi rushed forward and wrapped her sister in a big hug. 'It’s me, Pow Pow.’ She smiled as she held her sister in her arms.
'I can barely believe it. I spent every night wanting to come back I…’ she paused as she heard Jinx’s question.
Why?
'I was, I’ve been in prison. Locked up in Stillwater, I only just got out. I came to find you as soon as I could, and here you are.’ She pulled back and looked at her sister, grinning.
'I’m so glad I found you.’
She hugs her back, a loose hug as she seemed more bewildered than anything. “I can’t believe it either.” She says slowly. “Prison?” As Vi draws back to peer at her with that grin she gazes at her with lost eyes. “You never really left, Vi.” She says with a shake of her head. “And I was told that you were supposed to be dead.” She didn’t know what to think, one had abandoned her and now another had lied.
She didn’t know if she should be glad in return as she eyes her, arms coming to fold across her chest. “Should I be glad?” She asks with a tilt of her head. “Or will you run off and leave me again like they all say?” The voices, they always promised she would be hurt.
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Powder was alive.
Sevika had said it, alive, unchained, unharmed. And that was all that mattered.
The moment Vi had a chance to get away from Caitlyn and her grand conspiracy (not that she hadn’t promised to return to help her out later), she had gone looking for her sister.
Her best bet was to start at the places they used to hang around as kids, The Last Drop was out so she started t the arcade.
Only to find it lit up, music blaring and a pale woman with blue hair moving around inside.
‘Powder?’ She almost couldn’t believe her eyes.
“I said not here Vi!” She was quick to shout out, sick of the voices following her whenever she needed a moment to get away. “Vi?!” She freezes in her place, no one used the name Powder, not even the phantoms that haunted her. She clasps her fingers together as she stares down at the machine she had been working on.
Was she there? Was she really there? She slowly turns, half expecting the room to be empty behind her but there she stood. “...Vi?” She couldn’t believe it, after all this time. “Is it really....you?” She takes a hesitant step towards her. Afraid that she might vanish, afraid that she might leave her again.
“Why Vi?” Was all that she could ask. Why did she leave her? Why was she here now?
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The Arcade was becoming a fun place to hang out when she was bored, especially when they let her tinker with the broken machines that she ended up putting her own twists upon. It was easy to tell which based on the neon symbols painted all over.
As much as she adored Silco’s company sometimes she just had to get the hell away from everything and distract herself. This was the perfect place for distractions. She didn’t have to worry about the ghosts that haunted the corners of her room or lingered at the ends of the hallways. She didn’t have to worry about...Vi.
A scrap of metal clanks to the ground from the pinball machine she’s working on, a screw rolling across the floor. “No! No... I didn’t invite any of you here.” She says to herself with a furrowed brow as she tries to focus on the machine. She’d painted the background in neon blues and pinks splattered over black.
She shakes her head and goes back humming to herself, swaying over the machine in time to the music that was blaring through the arcade. This was about as a relaxing as it could get for her.
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❝ I never would have given you to them. Not for anything.❞ SILCO & JINX in ARCANE (2021-)
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“Fine, braid it, just hurry up.”
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Jinx inspired nails - yet these are so me xD
𝐼𝓉𝓈 𝒶 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃
𝒯𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑜𝓂 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇
ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ - ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴇᴀʟ sʜᴀᴋᴇs ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴜɴ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴏʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ
ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴏʏ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀʏ
She's like his daughter.
Silco can’t help but let a satisfied breath of a laugh pass his lips. She’s fast to turn it back on him, but that’s good. It means he’s gotten through. Recovery hadn’t been easy after that … dinner party; death had been a hair away from him for long hours, until that encroaching darkness shied away in favor for the buzzing sound of his own flickering pulse.
He knows Jinx shoulders guilt for it. But he was prepared to fight that guilt for every step it encroached.
❛ I do, infact, clean my room. It can’t be helped that this phantom in the night comes in and draws all over my desk, and maps. ❜
He reaches, lifting up his mug whats scribbled all over the bottom in neon blues and pinks, as if to make a point about the mess of his office. He sets it back down, and leans back in his chair some, getting comfortable around the bandages under his vest.
❛ What’s made you doubt yourself? ❜
Of course, she carries guilt over that night. she had lost control and killed yet another person who had done nothing but care about her. In that moment she truly lived up to her name, she even jinxed herself. She had lost control around him and that was something that she never wanted to do ever again. He was willing to give up his dreams for her and that was what she gave him in return?
She listens to him with a bashful shrug as he speaks of all the drawing upon his things. “Well, you have to admit it makes things a lot more pretty.” It was also a reminder that she was around.
She freezes when he asks of her doubt and bites gently upon her lower lip. With a quick gesture she snatches up the mug he’s set down and turns it over, tracing the tip of her finger along the markings while she sits herself upon him. “I just..hate..what I did.” Her eyes brim with tears that she tries to hold back. She had done enough crying over it already.
“I destroy anyone who gets close to me, and I don’t want that to be you. Not ever. Not again!” She shakes her head and places the mug back down, tilting her head to look at him. “You don’t know how sorry I am..” She touches her hand gently upon his cheek.
“I just sometimes wonder...how you could still care about me. How you could...trust me.” She dips her head and glances down.
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