Within reason? Oh, c'moooooonnn! Exploding stuff is within reason. Don't you dare say it's not.
( on the brighter side of this, at least she doesn't sound seriously mad or annoying. instead, just behaving like a typical younger bratty sibling who wants to do something that their bigger sibling is telling her not to. )
( she shifts once more time in her position to sit up, because somehow sitting up will make things clearer for some reason. )
You are out there and you're doing your punching, clobbering, and making people's nose bleeds 'cause they got you on your bad side, right? And doing that makes you feel good. Don't lie and say it doesn't because why else do you box on your spare time?
Anyway, you're feeling victorious that you nailed your opponent. It gives you that rush you're always chasing after. The thing that scratches your back. But what if somebody says you can't be your boxer self 'cause it's not within reason?
You'd be sooooooo be pissed about it because you can't just throw a jab whenever you feel like it. Right, right, right, riiiiiiiight ♪?
[:V one of the few moments that Vi hates that Jinx knows her so well.
she's silent for a long time, knowing that her sister had boxed (ha) her into a corner here. as always, she's so much smarter than anybody gives her credit for.]
Yeah, but I'm not out here jabbing innocent people or things. I'm kicking the ass of people who've done shit to me. That's what I'm trying to get at.
Even innocent people need to be taught a lesson once in awhile. Especially towards us girls!
( she flashes her sister a cheesy smile, wiggling in her seat just because. )
What, are you telling me when a guy bumps into ya or steps on your foot and yells out,"Get outta my way, Hussie" — you're not going to him the ol' one-two?
( she does know what she's talking about and she frowns over the fact that she knows. being a dramatic little thing as she tends to be, jinx flops back down on her bed, but this time upside down. have a lovely closer view of your baby sister's forehead and nose. and of course, her feet kicking back and forth in the air. )
But who cares about stinky Enforcers? Especially when a lotta of 'em were probably like Marcus. I only hurt or kill if I gotta reason to. ( a beat. ) ... Okay, so I might have twisted an arm or something to spook people.
( whelp. but she doesn't leave that in the air and elaborates more. but when jinx does, there is some hesitation in her tone. it's... not an everyday thing she just rambles on about her voices. it's a sensitive topic and she doesn't want vi to leave her, think of her differently, or worse... love her less because of them. )
I don't... always know whose talking sometimes. ( that's probably a bad start. so she thinks of another way to explain this better. )
Remember on the weekends how it gets pretty busy in The Last Drop? And you're surrounded by so many people talking at once but you can't make out what anyone is saying 'cause everyone is going on and on, so it's just this... soft mumbling of noise? It's... like that for me. I-In my head.
( thank goodness she can't see her sister and her eyes are up on the ceiling. jinx can feel her skin steadily crawling from exposing her vulnerable side. )
I've, uh, gotten use to it. I just picture myself always being in a crowded place while they go on. Sometimes they pass by and they're within earshot. Sometimes it's just a voice and sometimes it's... people I know. Like.
( ... )
Mylo. O-Or uh... Vander. I use to hear you too. But not anymore since, uh, eh heh, you're right here now.
( she tries to throw some humor into this topic. )
( awkwardly, she hums out a tiny chuckle. vi isn't the only one who is a little at lost on what to say. )
Heeeey, it's not all bad. ( still keeping her gaze up at the ceiling, she waves a hand nonchalantly. )
Sometimes they kinda help. When they're not being a pain. I don't always pay attention to stuff that's goin' around me or I'm thinking in speed. So if someone is sneaking up on me, they let me know.
( which might explain her insane reflexes sometimes. )
[she's not entirely sure that that helps her conscience, here. but she's not going to bring it up, because Jinx seems entirely fine with it being a Normal Thing.
even though it's... not normal.]
Right. Well... at least there's that?
[she's not too good at sounding like she's not bothered by it, though.]
( finally, her little sister rolls over to look at vi through the camera with a smile. she can tell the topic is a little unease for her and it's understandable. so naturally, jinx brings out a tease to lighten things up in hope it'll make her sibling feel a bit better. )
You're gonna get grey hairs fretting over me like that. And we'll have to start color dying your hair. Lucky for you, I'm a key expert in coloring!!
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( on the brighter side of this, at least she doesn't sound seriously mad or annoying. instead, just behaving like a typical younger bratty sibling who wants to do something that their bigger sibling is telling her not to. )
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[. . .]
Not sure about everything else.
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( she shifts once more time in her position to sit up, because somehow sitting up will make things clearer for some reason. )
You are out there and you're doing your punching, clobbering, and making people's nose bleeds 'cause they got you on your bad side, right? And doing that makes you feel good. Don't lie and say it doesn't because why else do you box on your spare time?
Anyway, you're feeling victorious that you nailed your opponent. It gives you that rush you're always chasing after. The thing that scratches your back. But what if somebody says you can't be your boxer self 'cause it's not within reason?
You'd be sooooooo be pissed about it because you can't just throw a jab whenever you feel like it. Right, right, right, riiiiiiiight ♪?
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she's silent for a long time, knowing that her sister had boxed (ha) her into a corner here. as always, she's so much smarter than anybody gives her credit for.]
Yeah, but I'm not out here jabbing innocent people or things. I'm kicking the ass of people who've done shit to me. That's what I'm trying to get at.
[trying, but failing a little bit.]
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( she flashes her sister a cheesy smile, wiggling in her seat just because. )
What, are you telling me when a guy bumps into ya or steps on your foot and yells out,"Get outta my way, Hussie" — you're not going to him the ol' one-two?
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[their priorities.............. these two...]
You know what I'm talking about.
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But who cares about stinky Enforcers? Especially when a lotta of 'em were probably like Marcus. I only hurt or kill if I gotta reason to. ( a beat. ) ... Okay, so I might have twisted an arm or something to spook people.
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You get what I'm trying to say. You're just trying to be annoying about it.
[she says annoying in a fond way, at least.]
cw: voices
( that statement could be taken harshly, but she is matching her sister's tone -- in a fond and calming way. )
I've been pullin' pranks more than I shoot. And lemme tell ya, my gun's been a REAL sourpuss about it.
( she then cocks her head to the left of her, there's no one there in vi's viewing, but to jinx... — )
No, that was Pow-Pow, remember? I'm talking about my pistol. And quit barging into my conversations, ugh!
Re: cw: voices
Who's barging into conversations?
[she knows that her sister Hears Things, but... she's never actually gotten complete clarification on who they were and what they were saying.]
Re: cw: voices + mental illness talk
( whelp. but she doesn't leave that in the air and elaborates more. but when jinx does, there is some hesitation in her tone. it's... not an everyday thing she just rambles on about her voices. it's a sensitive topic and she doesn't want vi to leave her, think of her differently, or worse... love her less because of them. )
I don't... always know whose talking sometimes. ( that's probably a bad start. so she thinks of another way to explain this better. )
Remember on the weekends how it gets pretty busy in The Last Drop? And you're surrounded by so many people talking at once but you can't make out what anyone is saying 'cause everyone is going on and on, so it's just this... soft mumbling of noise? It's... like that for me. I-In my head.
( thank goodness she can't see her sister and her eyes are up on the ceiling. jinx can feel her skin steadily crawling from exposing her vulnerable side. )
I've, uh, gotten use to it. I just picture myself always being in a crowded place while they go on. Sometimes they pass by and they're within earshot. Sometimes it's just a voice and sometimes it's... people I know. Like.
( ... )
Mylo. O-Or uh... Vander. I use to hear you too. But not anymore since, uh, eh heh, you're right here now.
( she tries to throw some humor into this topic. )
But, uh, just now that — that was Mylo.
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... I'm sorry. That you have to go through all of this.
[there's not a whole lot more she knows how to say... honestly.]
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Heeeey, it's not all bad. ( still keeping her gaze up at the ceiling, she waves a hand nonchalantly. )
Sometimes they kinda help. When they're not being a pain. I don't always pay attention to stuff that's goin' around me or I'm thinking in speed. So if someone is sneaking up on me, they let me know.
( which might explain her insane reflexes sometimes. )
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even though it's... not normal.]
Right. Well... at least there's that?
[she's not too good at sounding like she's not bothered by it, though.]
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You're gonna get grey hairs fretting over me like that. And we'll have to start color dying your hair. Lucky for you, I'm a key expert in coloring!!
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[she's just saying!!]
I'll pass on the hair color for now.
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Good. Keep it that way, will you?
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