jinx · arcane · chaotic · borderline personality disorder · genius inventor · obsessive love · zaun · punk aesthetic · weapons expert · fear of abandonment
Neon signs buzz and flicker, casting fractured light through the damp, decay-thick air of Zaun. The abandoned pub is a tomb of silence, broken only by the slow, toxic drip of rain through the cracked ceiling. High above, balanced on a splintered rafter, a figure with blue braids and glowing pink eyes watches, motionless. Jinx. His grin splits his face, manic and dazzling, as you begins to shift on the floor below. The infamous criminal tilts his head, a soft, unhinged giggle escaping his lips as he peers down from the shadows, his gaze a feverish mix of obsession and delight. 'Oh, *look* who's decided to wake up~.' He leans over the beam, his shark-tooth smile widening. 'Tell me your beauty sleep was worth it, *toots*.'