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Who: Jinx & Silco
Where: Aldrip - Outside City Hall
What: Jinx comes to pick up Silco from his sentencing. She isn't pleased, and neither is he.
Warnings: None yet

[It had occurred to him that he would garner a trip to sentencing faster than some, especially as he encrouched on businesses. The fact that what had him being pulled in was defending his daughter in a very Zaun way was rather insulting. He was no stranger to committing crimes, but bribery for the sake of his only child? This Council had no idea what it was dealing with, but he would make certain to give them a crash course in the near future.

Yet, he couldn't recall all that much about the Council or the sentencing itself. As soon as he was dragged across the City Hall main entrance barrier, the experience was confusing and jumbled, which annoyed him now that he was being shoved out the door. Sentence laid down, but it would take him time to sit down and piece together all that had happened to him in the last twenty-four hours.

Silco stepped out of the City Hall and stopped, reaching up the adjust his tie and straighten his coat. The black was covered in dirt from the road and his various tussles from being dragged from Rumpitur to Aldrip. His right eye was blackened and old blood flaked from the gash at his brow, giving his already distinct look even more distinction. The corners of his mouth were chapped and bruised from being gagged roughly for the trip.

He forced himself to walk normally despite some choice bruises here and there, and he was used to hiding or overriding the pain of injuries. He walked down the stairs, spotting his daughter. Her expression told him all that he needed to know about her mood, and if she was outraged over his treatment or sentencing, it was mixed in with her overall displeased expression.

He walked over to her and came to a stop in front of her, giving her appearance a look over. Something had happened. She had 'friends' and a 'boyfriend', so his leaving shouldn't have left her in complete isolation. Of course, the sister had left to come to Rumpitur, so that was one less individual she could spend time with.]

Are you alright, Jinx?

[Discussions of various revenge plots would have to wait until he had performed a check in. That expression meant trouble if allowed to go unchecked.]

Threaded | Flat

( when she received the distress call from her father, and was able to get some details of his whereabouts, jinx put in a little effort in her appearance, and pulled her hair back into a long pony tail so it'll look less unkempt. she reeked just a little, but not enough for anyone to scrunch their noses up in disgust. easily could be mistaken by her working hard in a field or whatever that she does for work. it's a little bit of that, building in her room kept her mind busy for several hours, but also depression had a hand in it too.

jinx is relieved to hear from her father, honest. but she just wished it was sooner and in better terms. he had work to do, that she understood clearly. but she knew silco too -- how he can get so wrapped up in achieving his goals. a typical hard-working man, which is admirable, just... why so constant? sometimes it makes her feel his work is far more important than her. he turned down the offer to have the nation of zaun for her, and now here they are in this new world and it seemed like work is back to being top priority again. figures.

and the whisper from the dead tickled the idea of maybe her father felt that and simply wanted a break from her; that tending for the downtrodden was just some decoy. after all, it seems to be something quentin is doing and vi ventured off to rumpitur with the rest of the group during the rescue. did her big sister even had the slightest idea she got arrowed down by those fucking ketsora and she was paralyzed? and she's still mildly pissed at ragna for believing people who live in poverty and their struggles mean close to nothing. whatever, screw all of them at this point. )

( jinx doesn't want to indulge all of these ideas or voices, but... it's hard to argue when all the evidence are there staring at her in the face. it all has her questioning other's motives and her reality. speaking of, is this the correct world she's in? things seem real enough, but so did the bloody waters whenever she turned on any faucets. but whether she's in the right world, wrong world, or in-between, it doesn't matter too much. at least not right now. the set mission is to go to city hall where her father is being kept. and silco is the right to suspect something had happened while he was preoccupied. jinx looks as if she's been through the ringer, mostly mentally than physically. )

( her eyes squint over his appearance, noting the cut, the shiner, and the discolors of his skin. her fingers curl tight by her sides but then relaxes. great, another thing to be pissed about. fucking perfect. however, she doesn't answer his concern, not in the mood to. the fact he seems to care now feels rather insulting honestly. jinx simply turns on her heel, the ponytail trailing behind her to catch up in her walking to lead them both to the entrance. she will assist him home and that's it. he can go do whatever the hell he wants by himself without her like he's been doing for the last... whenever. she lost track of time a long time ago. "mylo", who's leaning against the wall, watches the two of them walk on by him -- snorting a chuckle then extending out an arm in a "after you" fashion. ugh, what a fucking prick. )

Edited 2023-12-20 00:12 (UTC)

im so sorry for these edits. my amazon tablet keyboard wont do right