[It's time for Jinx to explore this eerie mystery that has plagued their fair city. The leaves crunch beneath her boots wherever she steps. The sound is crisp and clear as the camera pans over several tombstones in the fog. The closer she gets to the headstones, the easier they are to make out. One reads, "YOUR PARENTS" while another reads, "YOUR ( Read more... )

[Jinx looks frustrated. Okay, beyond frustrated. There are dark circles of makeup under her catlike eyes. Her fuchsia hair is piled sloppily on top of her head and, from what the PCD shows, she's in a bathrobe.]

I can confidently say that I've handled the crap our false gods have thrown at us gracefully. I just say, hey, at least we're not ( Read more... )

[The curtains are drawn and the room is lit dimly by a fireplace. Jinx is sitting curled up in an oversized chair next to said fireplace. Her fuchsia hair is wet and piled up on top of her head. Eyeliner is staining under those catlike eyes of hers, making the dark circles look ten times worse than they already are. A clawed hand is attached to her ( Read more... )

( Private to Unohana Retsu )

 [fail!filter to Raven]

--ucking thing even on? Worthless piece of...

[There's a hiss, less like someone's angry and more like she's trying to swallow down pain.]

Hello? Look, I don't give a fuck if the filters still aren't working. I do not want to hear it from any of you.

[She growls, breathing heavy.]

So, Raven? I-- [need your help because I was a ( Read more... )

[When the video feed clicks on, it doesn't show her face. The time is right around sunset. The view pans over the Wastelands from Jinx's perch atop the Great Wall of China. She's a lot quieter than she was in her first post and a lot calmer.]

What's out there and what happens if I just keep walking?

This can't be the only city on this sad excuse for ( Read more... )

[There’s a series of tones as someone attempts to use her new PCD. This painfully juvenile musical interlude is accompanied by a growl. If anyone has ever heard an angry feline playing with a virtual xylophone simulator, that is this sound.]

A phone. [Ah, the frustrated one speaks.] Usually when crap like this happens? You’re supposed to wake up in ( Read more... )