[the sky is thick with a heavy blanket of grey, with the clouds so low they seem to brush along the rooftops. a damp chill hangs in the air, the glowing sun nowhere in sight, and the rain threatening to make this particular day very inconvenient for those who wish to enjoy it. maybe [YOUR CHARACTER] thought despite the dreary weather, it's still a nice time for a stroll, or maybe there are still errands to be done, or perhaps [YOUR CHARACTER] is rushing home before the day turns into a sour one. whatever the reason for their outing, they will come across jinx pacing in a circle—notably heated and with a few scrapes on her skin (if one were to approach closer).
a massive gun is lying near her on its side with muted smoke sizzling through its barrels. it seems to have some scattering dents on its build, but otherwise, it appears to be undamaged. the bluenette stomps towards her weapon and grants it a harsh kick, causing a blaring clank noise that echoes in the atmosphere.]
You are so pathetic...!
[she roars at it, then her fingers rake through her short locks — her tone hinting a whine in her speech.]
Geez, you're disgusting. [a beat] Weak,weak,weak, that's what you are. Nothing but a waste.
[jinx exhales a weary sigh, with her hand placed on her forehead in an attempt to center herself. 'take a deep breath', she tells herself. 'it's fine. it's aaaalll fine. just a minor thing.' her attention falls to her firearm again, grabbing its handle with very little care, then hoists it so she and the shark head can meet on the same eye-level.]
We're gonna try this one more time, got it? Remember, I can replace you... so you should get on with it and start working.
[and without breaking her eye contact, she addresses to [YOUR CHARACTER]]
DAY 2 ► OPEN.
[the sky is thick with a heavy blanket of grey, with the clouds so low they seem to brush along the rooftops. a damp chill hangs in the air, the glowing sun nowhere in sight, and the rain threatening to make this particular day very inconvenient for those who wish to enjoy it. maybe [YOUR CHARACTER] thought despite the dreary weather, it's still a nice time for a stroll, or maybe there are still errands to be done, or perhaps [YOUR CHARACTER] is rushing home before the day turns into a sour one. whatever the reason for their outing, they will come across jinx pacing in a circle—notably heated and with a few scrapes on her skin (if one were to approach closer).
a massive gun is lying near her on its side with muted smoke sizzling through its barrels. it seems to have some scattering dents on its build, but otherwise, it appears to be undamaged. the bluenette stomps towards her weapon and grants it a harsh kick, causing a blaring clank noise that echoes in the atmosphere.]
You are so pathetic...!
[she roars at it, then her fingers rake through her short locks — her tone hinting a whine in her speech.]
Geez, you're disgusting. [a beat] Weak,weak,weak, that's what you are. Nothing but a waste.
[jinx exhales a weary sigh, with her hand placed on her forehead in an attempt to center herself. 'take a deep breath', she tells herself. 'it's fine. it's aaaalll fine. just a minor thing.' her attention falls to her firearm again, grabbing its handle with very little care, then hoists it so she and the shark head can meet on the same eye-level.]
We're gonna try this one more time, got it? Remember, I can replace you... so you should get on with it and start working.
[and without breaking her eye contact, she addresses to [YOUR CHARACTER]]
— Looking for someone? Or are we lost?