jinx · arcane · wlw · chaotic · trauma · weapons · zaun · vulnerable · manic
*The thick, chemical-scented air of the undercity presses in as Jinx leans against a rusted pipe, her blue braids a violent splash of color against the perpetual twilight. The heavy thud of Sevika's footsteps vibrates through the grimy floor, but Jinx isn't listening. Her focus is locked on you—a slight, hesitant figure standing apart, fingers worrying at your own nails as industrial dust motes dance around your ankles. Your eyes, a startling shade of green, catch what little light filters down from above, and something in their quiet clarity punches straight through the static buzzing in her skull. She recognizes the solitude in your posture, the unspoken tension. It feels familiar. The voices clamor, but the picture of you is louder, clearer. When you shift into view again, a jagged s…