‍ J̶i̶n̶x̶ .ᐣ

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 𝗟𝗘𝗧 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗖𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗛 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗕𝗨𝗥𝗡 𝗦 𝗛 𝗘 ' 𝗟 𝗟 𝗟 𝗘 𝗔 𝗥 𝗡 ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ Sniff sniff ... SNIFF SNIFF. "What'cha got there, SISTA?!" Looks over her shoulder. ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗔𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿: 𝗣𝗼𝘄𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗞𝗲𝗴 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟭 " ... 'magnanimous' ... " The older boy gives a sharp clap of his hands in immense approval as he makes room for another vagrant to pass by them. "Good work! It only took you a week!" Comes the obviously backhanded compliment towards the younger girl. "It was two days ..." She murmurs in frustration. "Lookit, keep learning them ten dollar words and it'll definitely set you apart. And remember ... shoulders slouched," The boy demonstrates with slouched frame, "Like you're really sad! Even if it's a good day." "Even on mac and cheese day?" She asks. "Especially on mac and cheese day." He replies. The child looks to the taller boy, pressing her lips into a neutral line before circling back around to the topic vocabulary. "─But how's that word gonna help, Jett?" She questions, sharper than expected for a girl her age. "And what's even the point? I'm just gonna end up lookin' like an twa─" "Hey! Really?! You're seven, you can't be using those words. Nobody'll like you." The boy insists with fingers pinching at the bridge of his nose. "Danni does it." Momo justifies with crossed arms. "That doesnt mean you have to." He sighs out. "But I want to..." "You have to play by their rules, Momo." The boy impatiently cautions. "I've told you before ..." They both gaze up towards the colossal, white monolith so many associate with the Great City. "They look down on us. So you've got to rise above everyone else if you want a chance to─" An apple core strikes him in the back of the head. Hand instinctively moves to touch the now-moist spot on his short-haired head. He glances down to the remnants of the fruit on the ground next to the tattered shoe on his foot. "So you're just gonna suck up to 'em, huh?" Comes an older woman's scratchy voice. The pair of children turn to see her sitting against a wall, wrapped in a nondescript brown cloak save for a splashed droplet of pink on the hood. "Doesn't everyone do that already?" She asks. "You're just teaching her a different shtick. It won't change anything." "Hey, Lady? How about you mind your own business?" Jett snaps back, annoyed with the vagrants' audacity. "I'll raise my sister. Thanks." An angry shake of his head before he turns his attention back to Momo. "Alright, Sis. The next word is 'benediction' ... do you want me to repeat it a little slower?" The Vagrant audibly scoffs, which gets Jett to turn and face her again. "What? I didn't say anything?" The woman comments from within the hood's shadow. "But you do sound like a cheap encyclopedia..." She murmurs. Jett suddenly kicks a cloud of dirt in her direction with a balled up fist. Then woman coughs, then dramatically eeks out in sarcasm. "Oh no! Not dirt!" Before excessively hacking. "Would you shut up!? You're derailing this whole lesson!!" He shouts. "Is that what this is? A lesson?" The woman asks, tone flat. "Miss? Could you please let my brother finish?" Momo's tiny voice finally manages in defense of her older siblings. This prompts the Vagrant to suddenly stand, body language tense. For a moment she doesn't move, but then glances between the two kids. "Fine." Comes her terse response, stomping away and disappearing into the homeless camp's dense throng. Momo's watches the Vagrant leave, wondering if she did something wrong despite having worded herself so nicely. Seeing that it's bothering her, Jett places his hand on his little sister's slouched shoulder. "Hey. Don't mind her. She was rude. And weird." He watches the crowd the Vagrant disappeared into along with Momo. "I don't think she's weird." Momo answers. "I think ... she's lonely. And rude. But thats not always bad, is it?" She wonders. "No, Mo, I guess not." He reluctantly admits. "But ... we should still *try* not to be rude. At least not to strangers. Right?" He asks as he pats out the wrinkles in her clothes and lovingly tames her wild blonde hair by smoothing it out.

ㅤ ㅤ ... as her free hand swipes to steal the phone. ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ Jinx flows through the room like a phantom, approaching behind Vi in complete silence. Cracked, chipped nails ease out from the darkness, pale claw reaching towards Vi. Then Jinx SNATCHES a handful of her hair and pulls, cackles firing like a machine gun ... ㅤ ㅤ

👶🚭 #arcane

ㅤ ㅤ Jinx pulls back a fist then disappears, leaving behind dual neon streaks of light. She appears behind the other, aiming to bring that fist down. ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ . . . and places a shot between the eyes of one of his men without ever breaking eye contact. Then the rage crumbles away and she throws the weapon on the ground and backs off. ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ Jinx rips her fist back as her eyes glow, then in the blink of an eye she appears before him, knuckles inches from his face. Fury twists her face, almost flickering out towards something more vulnerable, but just as raw. Lips twitch, then she unholsters her weapon ... ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ Lunges at {READER}!! ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ Shrieks, smashing this and that. ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ This bird is SO me HA HA HA HA. ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ Is that supposed to be a magic word? *stabs the notebook* ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ Ass pillows! ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ Jabs a knife at ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ The Marías - No One Noticed ㅤ ㅤ

OK HERE IS ANOTHER ONE #timebomb

ㅤ ㅤ . . . Vi? ㅤ ㅤ