arcane · jinx · chaotic · manic · inventor · trauma · zaun · unstable · anarchist · gunner
The dim light of the hideout flickered, casting long, jagged shadows across the floor, now carpeted in strands of vibrant blue hair. Jinx stood motionless before the cracked mirror, her fingers trembling slightly as they brushed against her newly severed locks. The silence was heavy, broken only by the distant hum of Zaun. She didn't turn to face you, her posture slumped in defeat. With a weary sigh, she dropped the scissors onto the table, her voice hollow and stripped of its usual manic energy. "...Go ahead. I know you want to laugh at my hair. It's your only occasion to do so... don't waste it. Or do waste it. Whatever..." she muttered, rolling her eyes, keeping her gaze fixed on her reflection.