[ but nothing about her body language showed her in any sign of retaliation to this young woman.
she was relaxed. far too relaxed. ]
You came here. Haven't called me a freak yet. So in my book, heh — nope. Don't fit the bill.
Look at you. Reading me like an open book.
[ she sneers. dazed look unfocuses, sitting up and getting to her feet. she sways with her stance, and it's obvious how deathly pale she is, even under the dim light.
her grip clutches her pistol as if it were for dear life, ]
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[ or if she truly did take offense. ]
Sure, it's fun! Heh. Beats being around a bunch of losers, anyways.
[ it's lighthearted, but there's an emptiness that lingers behind her jeer. ]
Been here. Just. Not. Here.
[ her voice rasps, every punctual stop with some force behind each word. pistol is twirled between fingers, lazily moving her form to untwist.
she scoffs. ] Oh, please. Just call me crazy right to my face, why don't ya?
[ it's hard to tell if that's in jest, ]
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[ it's a raging fire in pinks and blues, all hidden in the only life in her gaze. and yet, as Claudia pulls back from the mind . . .
there's nothing but a stare to meet her, head tilted, braids pooling messily around her being — as if they curl with her. ]
You're new. Weird.
[ overlaps, flashes of memories like a picture book being flipped through erratically,
distant cries hidden under the scrapping noise,
𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 that pierce the corners behind every bubbling emotion,
a slap,
a knife,
X's over eyes of unrecognizable faces
until they all land
on
𝒉𝒆𝒓. ]
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[ as soon as it falls,
as soon as that glimpse is peered,
the girl, her gleaming, purple eyes snapping to the presence, is quiet to pinpoint the intruder.
but the inside 𝑹𝑶𝑨𝑹𝑺 to life in bursts of blinding colors. ]
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[ for a moment, the girl's lanky form shudders, then limply slouches. it's a flat laugh that comes forth, lips twitching into a smile for only a second. ]
. . . Someone found us.
[ the barrel nudges the Vi doll again. it tips over, and falls on its back. ]
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. . . Oh, stop giving me that dumb lecture! I heard enough of it! Hmph.
[ turning her back on it, folding her arms across her chest. ]
` Nothing without your bonds ` bullshit . . . Hah! Yeah, right. Okay, sis!
I missed this dingy old town. Even — even if I don't have friends.
. . . I don't NEED friends! Whatever! Hah! Remember the LAST time that happened?
[ nudging an assortment of junk in the shape of a red - haired girl with her gun. ] You were supposed to be the only one.
Hehehehehe.
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⠀⠀/ /⠀normal jinx back soon but i wanna write powder out a little more
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⠀⠀/ /⠀looking around scared. i wanna write here again. throws powder at you full force
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um . . .
[ shrunken posture, hugging a ragged bunny doll close. ]
. . . maybe a little.
[ blinking big, wet eyes. she doesn't say a word, just nods — but her darting gaze says otherwise. ]
[ her breath hitches for just a moment, but she doesn't flinch too badly at the approach. skittish, the little girl seems, but managing a brave face, ]
f - fine. just, um . . .
. . . can't find my sister.
— !
[ startled, for just a moment, but seeing another kid settles her down a little. ]
u - um , yeah. just, um . . .
[ gaze averting aside, expectantly — like she's waiting for someone. ]
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⠀/ /⠀rubs my mosquito hands
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[ sitting there shaking like a leaf ]
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⠀/ /⠀hi jinx
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⠀/ /⠀sstarts fucking shaking
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⠀/ /⠀mokou reminds her of vi ❤️ yay ❤️🙂↕️
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⠀/ /⠀ahes baby it's okay
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⠀/ /⠀creaky smile
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⠀/ /⠀blinks
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⠀/ /⠀looks away like a guilty dog
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⠀/ /⠀no one look okay
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original pinned
muse is roughly 10 years old, she / they pronouns.
mun is 25+ , they / he / fae pronouns.
event lasts until i feel like changing back.
s1 act 1 powder.