Jinx is bored.
Of course, she's wanted to feel anything as long as what she's feeling isn't dead inside for a long, long time now, but having gone back to being bored she now can't tell which would be worse. Oh, but this world is cruel to her. Yeah. What else is new? For right now, she's just...hanging at the scrapyard with a combination of household cleaning supplies and more serious chemicals stolen from that research tower. If they made it so easy for her, after all, why not take it?
As for what she's doing with these materials, she's taking it along with scrap and junk she finds in the yard and using it to construct bombs. Time bombs, short fuse, short enough that she can set the timer, toss it a safe distance and listen to it blow. It keeps the boredom at bay.
What? You think this is going to help anything? Freak. Mylo's voice hisses out in her head, prompting her to squeeze her eyes shut, grit her teeth and smack a balled fist against her head a few times. Shut up. Shut up, Mylo. She grabs another bomb she's constructed, something resembling that old defective Mouser prototype a young girl from the undercity once built, and winds it up before tossing it out.
Tick. Tick. Tick. Boom. Mylo's voice fades from her head as she watches the smoke billow up from the explosion, for the moment. She's focused enough on that, that she doesn't hear anyone coming up behind her.
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