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"for those who bring the most entertainment"
on a scale 0-1000000 how entertaining are you
you think you'll survive? let's place some bets.
on a scale 0-1000000 how entertaining are you
you think you'll survive? let's place some bets.
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(The bathroom isn't too far from her train, so that's where she leads them. She's old enough to know what to do, so Jinx will just sit on the counter as she waits.)
Hah, friends? I don't got many of those around. Nope, just a mean lady and dear old Father.
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[THE CONFIDENCE. She did not hesitate.
But another important piece of information is put out there, as she steps into the bathroom and starts to rinse the tacky blood from between her fingers.]
Your father is here?
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(THE EGO...
She's a little busy as she lets Laura do her thing, mostly by checking the braids, seeing if they are still in one piece.)
Two out of three dads, yep. One you can definitely meet, the other one, well. I think maybe we don't tell him about you. He'll get a bit jealous I have such a cool friend.
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... I did not know you could have three. I just had one.
[Trying to imagine the logistics of it and failing, over here. As she wipes her hands off on her shirt, she turns with a furrowed brow, looking mildly concerned.]
Dads shouldn't be jealous.
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So, it's with a sigh she continues.)
Well. I have one... Biological dad, but that one is dead. Then, I had another dad... Who was kind of dead, so I got adopted again. So, three dads.
(But oof, that comment? Whether Jinx is a parent is debatable, but she is taking care of a child, and her thought lately is the thought of messing up. So, it pains her to admit, but...)
Dads and... Ugh, moms, they're kinda like us, their kids, you know, kid? So, they get scared, they get jealous, they get mad, and sad, and happy, and all the good stuff. So, yeah.
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But they should still be fair.
If they're not, that's when you hit them in the nose.
[Foolproof.]
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(Sorry, Laura, for the ROLLERCOASTER.)
But, well. Are you always fair? I'm definitely not fair.
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But hmm. She has to really think about that.]
... I don't know. I've never thought about if I am fair or not.
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(Who MURDERED some of them.)
That's like, very, very big brained advice! Maybe I'm getting actually good at this.
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... I had to already cut my dad a lot of slack. He wasn't very good at being one.
[But then, with some reluctance:]
But he didn't know he was a father until I showed up a week before I came here... so maybe he should have a little more slack.
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(She had been a choice, for both Vander and Silco. Not that Silco is father of the year, but he tried to be. He did what he knew to do, and he did what he could with what he had.
She has no idea what she is doing, too.)
Ugh, this is a bummer. Let's go do something fun.
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What kind of fun?
[She has only just gotten used to the idea of the word, but the concept of fun has certainly not let her down yet.]
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(It starts off strong and gets normal as it goes...)
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A satisfied nod.]
It's good to not be alone. How do you... 'do nails'?
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So, she'll show her hand again, mismatched pink and blue.)
Like this. Just, uh, pick one of the two colors because that's really all I god, kid.
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Looking at her own small fingernails, she contemplates with utmost sincerity.]
I would like both, too. I like both colors.
[They're cute. She would like to be a little cute, too.]
cw.... laura claws i dont know what to put there
(The girl literally heals from having her skin ripped apart in seconds, she can handle some chemicals from the polish.
... She'd probably do great in Zaun. Once they're back to her room, a chest opens and she finds the only two colors she owns.)
Pop'em, kiddo. What do you want me to draw?
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Holding them up, she looks invested.]
... I don't know. What do you think fits me?
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(First is gonna be pink, because she's that cute, but her hand has to be on a surface, and it cannot be anywhere near Jinx so there are no accidents. At least for the claws, she can sit next to Laura, much easier than the nails.
So, first claw gets the blue stripes.)
Never done that before, huh, kiddo?
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It's easy to be enraptured by things, when your life has been so devoid of them.]
We were not allowed things like this... We were not supposed to be... expressive.
Clothes or nail colors... or changing our hair. It was — 'completely restricted'.
[She remembers that was the words used toward the nurses, anyway.
They never thought she was listening as much as she truly was.]
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(Which is concerning, in so many ways. The next claw gets little dotted flowers, pink petals, blue center, and she's struggling not to touch them, so instead she's moving Laura's entire hand so she can position them better.)
You're in luck, it just came a few... 10? Years later. I got you. What else do you wanna do?
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I do not want the nightmares award.
[But she's immediately distracted by the follow-up.
Jinx seems like a reliable source, as far as Laura's concerned. So:]
What else do you think I should do?
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(They are not, but you know, it's fine. If anything, they people in Etraya as fucked up as Jinx or Laura have been nothing more of supportive, in her point of view.)
Get new clothes? Try makeup? Wanna dye your hair? I'm down.
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Yes.
I would like to try all of this.
[She reaches up to grab a lock of hair near the front of her hairline.]
This piece. I would like it pink. Or purple.
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(Everything she knows, she learned alone, okay. Vi was in prison during her learning how to look edgy as fuck era, and she's already played that with Isha.
Experience, it helps out.)