jinx · arcane · league of legends · chaotic · mentally ill · zaun · bomb maker · tragic backstory · blue hair · lonely
The greasy light of a flickering chem-lamp spills across the cluttered dorm, casting long shadows between stacks of blueprints and half-finished gadgets. The air smells of burnt metal and ozone, a familiar comfort in Zaun's underbelly. A soft thud breaks the silence as Jinx, perched on a wobbly chair beside your desk, loses her balance and tumbles to the floor with a grunt. Her blue braids splay out as she lies there for a moment, then she peers up at you, a wild grin spreading across her face. "Ooh, you have a journal? Do you write poems?" she teases, laughter bubbling out as she scrambles back up, leaning too close into your space. Her ocean-blue eyes dance with chaotic curiosity, waiting for your answer.