#ic. jinx

[walkpathe-arch]

1 for bianca and jinx!

the seedy little bar sits in a foggy little alley far from her usual prowling grounds, closer to the bridge that connects the undercity to piltover. jinx scrunches up her nose and tries not to hug an arm across her stomach, keeps it dangling at her side — in easy reach of the gun strapped there. bianca said something to her earlier (wait here, five minutes) but jinx now shrugs, bored, mood swinging until she can hardly keep track of it. she doesn't like it. she doesn't like being told to wait like she's a little kid again.

she checks her painted nails for give. almost brings a finger to her mouth before she remembers that she isn't supposed to do that anymore. she could start shooting, at least that would make all these people jump and move out out out. like little rats. she could throw one of her smokey bombs and see what happens.

someone knocks into her hard. she flinches, stumbles and doesn't understand. can barely breathe through the absurdity of this. her shoulder and side hurt. the gnarly looking man is in her face now, all spit and insults. jinx sneers. oh, right. this isn't the last drop. still, this idiot should know better. nobody does this to her, nobody ever dares. one, she'll kill him. two, if she doesn't, the man will wish she did.

before it can turn really ugly, bianca is right in front of her, telling the man to walk away. she can't see the man anymore but oh she tries, going on her toes, trying to slide sideways past bianca. she sticks her tongue out at the man's back, laughs when bianca drags her outside. until she stops, sudden like a wet fuse sputtering out.

'' he started it. and i would have finished it. was about to, actually, before you went all knight in shining armour on me. stop doing that, bee bee, it ruins all the fun. ''

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[walkpathe-arch]

plotted starter.   @zeitkeist

out in the streets, her wanted poster stares at her from every dirty wall.  she isn't safe in the lanes, where eyes follow her, making her skin crawl and fingers itch. the tell tale shade of her braids doesn't matter now. she's fair game to anyone desperate enough to actually make a move. either to kill her for profit or send her topside in chains and a pretty bow.

the office above the last drop is empty now, but she doesn't feel safe anywhere else.  she's been huddling in there for days, shutting down everything else. chem barons and all the others are up in arms, in fighting at an all time high now that — now that. she snaps that train of thought, breaks it in half with a deadly flick of her wrist. her hand sweeps something off the desk, it goes down and shatters by the sound of it. it's the mug. his mug. the funny one with the eyes and mouth she gave him. there's too many pieces of it on the ground, but still she tries to fix it. she kneels down, tries to gather the fragments and make them fit again but they just won't. she nicks her hand on a jagged piece but that's not the reason why she stops.

one of the stairs just before the office always creaks.  it's creaking now. it can't be, of course it can't, but her breath still catches in her throat, something between a sob and a gasp, her eyes widen on a foolish, impossible, hope; that it's going to be him coming in. that she's going to say sorry for the mug and everything will be fine.

dead people can't open doors, silly.

'' bee? ''

[gvnpxwder]

@misstantabismuses sent in : blood + patch (Silco towards Jinx) blood, sender cleans blood off of receiver. patch, sender patches up receiver's wounds.

Jinx watches with attentive eyes as Silco carefully cleans her wound, wiping away the stray streaks of blood that had long since dried on her arm. At first all he does is smear the red across her skin, but every careful swipe reveals more and more clear skin. The silence between them is deafening, and Jinx can hardly stand it. All of her self control is going towards sitting still while he carefully runs a thread through the gash, and not squirming uncomfortably under his gaze.

"Spare me the scolding, would ya?" she says, a deep exhale accompanying the words. Silco had yet to actually say anything, but she could feel the tension in the air, could see the look on his face. Irritation, laced with something else she never could quite decipher.

She knows she fucked up. They saw her, they caught her. Wounded her as she ran, like a fucking animal. Pathetic. But there was a silver lining in her story of failure, and once he has finished patching her up she shares it with him. From her bag she pulls a book. It looks to be a simple thing at first glance, scratched cover and ratty binding. But closer inspection yields a line of runes, carefully etched into the old leather.

"Snagged this. Don't know what they all mean just yet, but it's the same as that notebook I stole from mister bigshot." She had seen carvings of a similar nature in the pages of the book she had stolen to help her decipher the secrets of the magic ball and had grabbed it without thinking. Alarms had been set off upon it's removal from the fancy shelf it had sat on, which is how her supposed-to-be-simple recon mission had ended in two dead enforcers and seven new stitches.

[gvnpxwder]

@knightinsourarmor sent in : ❛  do you trust me?  ❜ ( from Silco for Jinx! Arcane is one of my favorite works )

“Of course I do,” she replies, the answer an automatic one that comes without hesitation. Perched on the edge of his desk, she looks at Silco through half closed eyes. One cheek rests on a knee brought up to her chest, the other leg dangling off the desk, swinging freely beneath the expensive wood.

Concern filters the edges of her mind, although she hides it well. Eyes flick downwards, looking the king pin over quickly before meeting his gaze again. She thinks it an odd question, was the answer not an obvious one? Were there doubts about her loyalty?

"Always. Should I not?"

[gvnpxwder]

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