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@forh3r

Isha doesn't remember the last time she slept, but that doesn't make it any easier to sleep. She goes until she crashes and she's not there yet even though she'd already been guided into bed. She thinks Jinx is asleep and she doesn't want to wake her up. She needs sleep after everything because she doesn't sleep, just like Isha doesn't. For Isha, it's a bad habit. A habit built from violence and paranoia. Nothing can get you, if your eyes are never closed, if you're always running. For Jinx, she thinks it's the voices in her head, keeping her awake, telling her she's too much or not enough. She hopes they're quieter now and that maybe she's helped turned the volume down, but she thinks maybe they were louder when everyone thought Isha was dead. She'll be Jinx's protector, for now and forever.

Exploring their new home (the last drop, someone called it at one point, she remembers), she rifles through things that aren't hers, trying to find something to occupy herself, but nothing seems to catch her interest. Small, bare feet pad against the cool floor with no attempt to dampen their sound or move slower. She's not afraid of being noticed, she's just enjoying the moment. Large yellow eyes catch sight of a light on and she follows it. Her eyes brighten and her teeth bare in an excited grin. Somebody to play with.

Her pace quickens, her limp becoming far more noticeable but she finds it easy to ignore the pain that still radiates through her body, and she finds Jinx's mother tinkering with... something that she can't quite figure out given how many pieces it's in. She makes an interested, excited noise that's meant to be a question, tugging on Felicia's shirt to grab her attention before pointing to the scattered parts on the table.

[j1nxer]

to be one person and inspire so many hearts to rise up and keep fighting - felicia hasn't seen something like this, so uniting, in decades. a sea of blue coming to sight, some faces new, others more grown ... features smaller and younger in her memory, now roughed up by these cities divided left as inheritance by older generations. "you're one of them," voice soft, slight surprise at familiar electric blue dye. what is it they call themselves again? jinxers? either way, hand moves on the shoulder of a fellow zaunite sitting close by - still shaking in fear from a previous encounter she's probably missed, shock of blue hair silently making felicia hope that her daughter's not around. "what happened?"

enforcers. it was always fucking enforcers.

gloved hand raises to wipe hastily at a bloody nose. cheeks puff out momentarily before her head turns to spit a mix of saliva and blood to the floor at her feet. running her tongue over crimson stained teeth, gert feels a flash of pain as it passes over an empty socket. eyes flickering down to the splatter of blood, the tooth that inaudibly clattered to the floor meets her gaze and it only serves to heighten her resentment.

it was worth it, though — the harsh bout of blows they'd received only moments ago. too many of them, not enough enforcers; they'd withdrawn, but there was no doubt they'd be back with more numbers after realising they were more organised than originally anticipated. for now, though? they seemed to be in the clear.

features set with her lividity, teeth grinding and eyes narrowed, the pounding in her ears seems to grow quiet when a voice cuts through the idle cheers of triumphant that passed throughout the sizable group at their victory — however small it was. gert misses what the woman initially said, though features that furrow in silent confusion morph back to anger at her inquiry as to what commotion had just occurred.

" enforcers. " spat out with venom, hand shaking as though it would ease bruised and bloodied knuckles from the growing ache that pulsed beneath her skin. " don't ever know when to throw the towel in. " nose scrunching, she resists spitting another viscous mixture to the floor. a hand claps her shoulder in passing, silent thanks and congratulations for their success, but she doesn't react save for a light tap of her own hand atop theirs before they're gone. she focuses in on purple hair and the quivering form beside her. " they okay? you need anything? "

[j1nxer]

LIKED FOR A PIERCING — @forh3r

'i heard you do piercings?' gert's body tenses at the unexpected voice that shatters the lull of silence she'd fallen into. mouth opening to respond, she's cut off when she raises her head. there's a loud thud and the clatter of miscellaneous items falling to the floor, followed by a resounding 'shit!' as her head is pulled from the cabinet she was rifling through.

fingers find themself poking at the already - sore spot as she backs away, spinning on her heel to face felicia — somebody well known in the undercity. she was a pillar of their community, a real good soul who helped however she could, wherever she could. it was admirable. " yeah, that's me. " they groan out, shoulders rolling as though it would ease the pain. " looking to get something done? " despite the typically stoic features she often held, her tone was welcoming as she eyed the mess she'd made with a quiet huff.