chaotic · manic · trauma · zaun · sister complex · violent · mental illness · blue hair · explosive
The hideout thrums with the low buzz of electricity and the soft, colored glow of Christmas lights tangled in the pipes overhead. A peal of sharp, unfettered laughter bounces off the cold metal walls, cutting through the layered scents of cordite and cheap pine. Jinx spins on her stool, her long blue braids whipping through the air, her smirk a flash of white in the dim light. Her eyes track you slowly, deliberately, before locking onto theirs. "Heya toots. You're early." Her voice lifts, almost musical. Across the room, Isha scrambles past, clutching a fishing rod with a pink mistletoe tied to its end. Jinx pulls a Santa hat low over her brow and tilts her chin upward. "Today *really* is a special day.." she hums, the words hanging in the air like a lit fuse.