'Wherever I may Roam' Jinxie

[Cain Morgan]

Cain Morgan was bored. He had grown tired of laying low, waiting for the chance to rear his head and start his takeover of Jump City. Since his arrival in the city, he had spent most of his time in the abandoned steel mill that served as his hideout. He didn't even have power, though that was mainly because he didn't want to raise any suspicion by causing a fluctuation in the city's power grid. No, he was too smart for that, he thought with a grin. But he was also cut off from the rest of the city. For all he knew, the Titans could know who he was already. He frowned, his stern features darkening. That would be very troublesome. He decided he had to go out. After all, he did also want to get a look at the city that would soon be bowing at his feet. He chuckled at the thought as he pulled a shirt over his muscular frame and buttoned it, running his fingers through his short hair to put it in place. Good, now I can go. he thought, heading towards the door before stopping. What if someone knew his face? That could ruin everything, and he couldn't have that. Closing his eyes, he focused his abilities on his face, his features shifting. His jawline got more pronounced, his nose grew slimmer, his eyes got slightly farther apart. Allowing his metal to coat his hand, he looked into his palm to check his reflection. It wasn't the best disguise, but it was probably good enough, he decided as he shifted his hand back to flesh and left.

So this is Jump City, then? Not bad. Definitely a suitable first conquest. He looked around at the buildings and the people milling around. The people were annoying, but there was nothing he could do about that now. He inhaled deeply, heading over to a small coffee shop and buying a cup of tea, taking it to a nearby table. He sat and sipped his tea, eyeing the passersby over the rim of his steaming mug. One in particular caught his eye, a girl. One with pink hair shaped into horns and what seemed to be an obsession with black. One he had read up on while he was in his hideout. Cocking his head to the side, he finished his tea and stood up. "You're Jinx." It wasn't a question, nor an accusation. He was simply stating the truth.

word count: 414 (Hehe, accidently put the character count instead >.<)
Notes: Bleh, I apologize for the suckiness

[Jinx]

``Bury me standing under your window with the cinder block in hand
Yeah cause no one will ever feel like this again
And if I could move I'm sure it would only be to crawl back to you
I must have dragged my guts a block... they were gone by the time we talked...

I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself

It was a cloudy day. Perhaps that should have figured--it mirrored Jinx's muse. And, now that she thought about it, perhaps it was a metaphor for her personality at times, too. Storms certainly were. Volatile, crazy, unpredictable, dangerous. But that wasn't to say that Jinxie particularly liked the rain. But then again, there was nothing deep, metaphorical, or artistic about that. It was more of a matter of logistics--it sucked to sit in the rain, and since Jinx was homeless, her choices of locating somewhere to go where limited. Okay, so maybe there was a metaphor lurking somewhere in there, Jinx could admit. She didn't want to be depressed, or...how had she described it? Volatile, crazy, unpredictable, and dangerous. Well, if nothing else, I can be a writer. Aren't crazy people always really good at one thing, like math or writing? Jinx thought, in her melancholy way of meditation that served as her main source of entertainment alone at night. Jesus Christ I'm a fucking emo kid, she thought with a sigh, wishing she had a hood in the event that the cloud cover did finally let loose its flood.

She wasn't much paying attention to where she was going, but she realized that she was passing by a coffee place. Yech. Not only was coffee a luxury she couldn't afford, but it was gross too. Expensive and yucky, a bad combination, Jinx thought, ducking her head with the fullest intention of moving on again, until she heard her voice. The girl's ears perked up as she turned to see a man standing up. She didn't know him from Adam, and that always simeltaneously pissed her off, scared her, and saddened her when someone knew her right off the bat. Her natural defense for when people said things like that was a snarky comment, because usually she ended up having to defend herself from whatever preconcieved notion they had of her. Whatever, they were always wrong. She wasn't some wanna be villian and she wasn't some failed hero. Or maybe they were always right. Whatever. Pink eyes narrowed distastefully, and she had a few different ideas of how to reply, but she chose an aloof, pissed off pose of arms over chest before she said, voice thick with sarcasm and disdain (she didn't feel like putting up with the shit of some dude today, or any day, really), "Oh thank you sir. You're oh so kind. You've cracked the amnesia and now its all flooding back to me. How ever can I thank you," She shook her head, turning away and starting back down the street, arms folded, shoulders hunched just as the rain started up again. Lovely. If there was one thing that so annoyed Jinx, that she so hated, was that she was doomed to always be known. Always. The villians hated and distrusted her. The same with the heroes. She was doomed to be an outcast, forever shunned for ever trying to change what she was forced into, trying to change what she could never be anything but. A loser.

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comments; damn right you should be sorry nah just kidding its fine =P
credit; icon: livejournal, lyrics: fall out boy, the pros and cons of breathing

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[Cain Morgan]

He chuckled when he heard her snarky response, a grin crossing his face. She was being awfully defensive. Which, from what he had read on her, was to be expected. She'd had it rough, after all. But that wasn't important, at least not to him. It simply meant that she was alone at this point, unwanted by either side of the law. His grin turned predatory for a moment before vanishing again. "Well, for starters, you could try being a little nicer." He said, answering her rhetorical question as he walked along a few steps behind her. He tucked his hands into his pockets. "I'm not here to oppose you, Jinx. Trust me, I know you've had a rough time of things." He tilted his head, aiming one eye at the sky as it began raining. Luckily, organic metal didn't rust. He shivered slightly, beginning to wish that he had worn a thicker shirt. Focus, Cain he told himself mentally, bringing his head back down to look at the pink haired villainess in front of him. "Heroes and villains alike despise you for what you are. For trying to change who you are. It isn't fair." He sighed, a wistful note coming into his voice. "Change isn't easy. People expect you to remain in whatever stereotype they put you in. But circumstances don't always allow for that." Mentally, he smirked. Damn, I'm good.

He ran a hand through his now wet hair. "I know you don't want to hear this from some random guy on the street." He allowed a small smirk to raise the corners of his mouth. "But I can help you. I can give you a side, I can provide stability." He shrugged. He knew that she probably wouldn't listen right off the bat, that this would take time. "I know how hard it can be to change yourself. Especially when you have an established reputation." He smiled, aiming his words at her vulnerabilities, trying to hit her raw nerves. "I realize you probably don't trust me." He smiled, turning around and beginning to walk away slowly before tossing one last remark over his shoulder. "But, really, who else do you have?" He faced forward again, slowly walking off.

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Notes: Meh.

[Jinx]

``Bury me standing under your window with the cinder block in hand
Yeah cause no one will ever feel like this again
And if I could move I'm sure it would only be to crawl back to you
I must have dragged my guts a block... they were gone by the time we talked...

I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself

She shouldn't have stopped. She should have kept her head bent against the rain, kept going without turning around, ignored whatever smartass response he could throw back at her. She wasn't sure why she stopped, why she listened. But what he said triggered a bunch of different emotions in Jinx. The first to boil up was anger--how dare he? How dare he fucking act like he knew her?! Why was everyone always doing that?! He was following her, so she stopped. It was always best to face your opponent. Hands went from crossing over her chest to resting on her hips, the perfect picture of a pissed off teenage girl. Except most teenage girls probably weren't pushing insanity, with the ability to fire purple energy from their hands to fuck this creep's day up. His words got to her. First off, how the fuck did he know that?! Second off, it hurt. It also pissed her off, but she couldn't lie to herself, wouldn't lie--what he said appealed to her. His words, carefully, artfully cultivated, did a wonderful job of whispering to the hurt, lonely, broken little girl in her. The side of her that so wanted to be accepted, to be understood. This was where the two halves of her mind and self came into play, the war raging on: let his words get to her (what was the use, if she'd only end up getting hurt again?), or just walk away, like she should have done in the damn first place? But then again, Jinxie had never ever displayed an ability to walk away from a retort, and somehow leaving now felt like giving up. She had to at least stand up for herself before she went.

"Listen, I don't know who the fuck you are, but you must definetely do NOT know how my things have been, rough or not," she hissed angrily. That was what she could not take. He had no fucking idea. Nobody did. She had marched a few steps forward in her anger, and she was torn between being so cliche as to jab a finger in his chest or just hit him in the face with a blast of bad luck. She opted for neither, but mostly just because he was talking again and she wanted to retort. "Fuck you, you can't help me! I don't even fucking know you, and you most certainly don't know me!" She was shouting now, drawing even more attention than she usually did, and she was aware that she was positively quivering with rage, but inside she was shaking for a different reason. How dare he say such things?! It was like taking her biggest dream and dangling it in front of her, and that hurt so much because she knew, she just knew that he would only yank it away. All her dreams seemed to come true for just a moment, but that was all it ever was, a moment, before it was yanked away and she fell down to even lower than before. She hated him for doing that to her. Hated herself for wanting what he said he could offer. For not having it already. For fighting with everything and everyone, herself included. If Jinx thought her heart was falling down to her shoes before, this last remark was a physical blow to her. The girl was glad he was turned around so he couldn't see the physical look of pain cross her features before she remembered she was supposed to be strong and could mentally scramble to let her pissed off, calm mask fall into place again. She was torn between crying--Jesus Christ I'm emotional!--, kicking him in the balls, or just letting him go. But Jinx knew she wasn't okay with letting him go. This would plague her tonight, just one more jab for her to lament, why not go after him? She had no idea what she'd say or do, or even how she was feeling, but she was walking after him before she could even figure it out. "Why me?" She asked, stopping and crossing her arms over her chest again, but even she was aware that it was more of a defensive gesture to protect her heart than it was an act of defiance. Jinx hated how her tone had a very poorly disguised curiosity. Hated herself so much for it. But even more so, she hated how much his words had hurt her. How she was weak enough for them to, but even more than that, how she was in such a situation that it could hurt her. She had no one to blame but herself. She had gotten herself into this, all of this. She was the one to have fucked things up so badly. All her fault.

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comments; poor Jinxie! =[
credit; fall out boy, the pros and cons of breathing

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[Cain Morgan]

He smiled to himself. She had stopped, just as he'd wanted her to. She had her hands on her hips, almost a comical sight, as this girl was easily one of the most capable villains in the city, and here she was, fuming like any other bratty teen. He would've laughed, but that wouldn't be smart. He didn't want to undo the slight control he was exerting over the girl. He watched her seethe, watched her emotions violently swirl around inside her head. Too easy. First, you work them up, then offer them something they need. Just like abandoned animals, people could be tricked by things they want, be it money, power, or something so simple as a place to fit in. She was upset, she was hurt by his words, but still, she was staying none the less. It was as he knew, Jinx was far too stubborn to walk away after something like this. He listened to her response, predictable as it was and shook his head. "So you'd think. I know you better than most of the people in this city that hate you, Jinx." He sighed, licking his lips. "I know how difficult it can be to change who you are, how just one moment of parting from the identity that the public has of you can bring everything crashing down." He looked into her eyes, brown into bubblegum and smiled sadly. "Or did you think that you were the only person to face this dilemma?" He chuckled as she yelled, her emotions growing wilder. "How would you know whether or not I can help you, Jinx? And I realize you don't know me, but I do indeed know you."

As he turned, walking away slowly, he could almost picture the turmoil taking place in the young girl's head. He knew that she wanted what he was offering her. A chance to prove that she still fit in somewhere. He smirked, then heard her speak softly, proving that she was indeed hooked. "Why you? Because you're unique, Jinx." He looked over his broad shoulder at her, noting her posture with more than a hint of happiness. "Because I know exactly how you feel. Because this city has wronged you! Hated you for who you were, and then hated you for trying to change!" He turned back towards her, smiling benevolently at her. "It isn't fair, is it?" He looked at her, standing in the rain, miserable. "But you don't even need to change, Jinx. Look at yourself. You weren't meant to be a hero. And you knew it." He sighed. "If only I knew it when I was younger." He shrugged slowly, shaking his head. "But, why would you want to be? Face it, Jinx. We're more alike than you know. Alone, hated, we are meant to be the ones in the shadows. The ones people don't want to cross." He nodded, seemingly content with his speech, and turned again. "I'm not offering you redemption, Jinx. But I do offer you a chance to be back where you belong, to make a name for yourself once more. It's up to you whether you take it or not."

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Notes: Not sure if his speech makes total sense. But I'm okay with it, cos my head hurts and I dun wanna think anymore.

[Jinx]

``Bury me standing under your window with the cinder block in hand
Yeah cause no one will ever feel like this again
And if I could move I'm sure it would only be to crawl back to you
I must have dragged my guts a block... they were gone by the time we talked...

I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself

If Jinx were being like her normal, snappy, sarcastic, saucy self, she'd have jumped on his whole "I know you" bit and torn it apart with some accusation of him stalking her or something, but as it was, she was a bit sidetracked. It was like he was reading her friggin' mind and knew exactly what to say--how could he do that?! Maybe he was a telepath...That thought was the teensiest bit sobering (and added to the creepy factor), like she could feel him inside her head...But no, she told herself, an extra person in her head was no big deal. Attempting to swing some blocks up around her thoughts proved to be fruitless, however, and she felt a bit wobbly. This was all too much to take in...Jinx, being as absolutely skeptical as she was as a natural defense, couldn't help but wonder why everything sounded so good to her. Who was telling the truth? Wind Rider and--she didn't dare think about him too long, especially not in her current state--Wally, or this strange man? She so desperately wanted the two boys who had taken aim at her heart to be right, but on the other hand, who was she to try to try to change who she was? Maybe I'm just too gullible... She thought miserably. Jinx felt a bit like her head was about to explode with all the thoughts ricocheting around her brain. Believe him? Good, or bad? (Meaning both him and her, she always wondered about her own nature, but this was some strange man who she knew nothing about, it was a natural question to ponder.) What to do? Jinx had always been one to handle pressure fairly well, but then again, up until about three months ago, she'd not had to deal with much of any emotional stress. Now she had no idea what--or who--she was. All of these thoughts were bashing about her skull, giving her a raging headache and making her want to scream and hit him just so he'd shut up long enough for her to think.

In this moment, ludicris as it was, all Jinx could think of was the lyrics to an old song. "Why do you build me up, buttercup, just to let me down and mess me around?" It was almost laughable that she thought of that song at this moment, but hey, her mind had always resorted to music (or violence) in times of turmoil, and that was one of those songs that everyone knew at least the chorus to, right? His words were both absolutely tantalizing, torturous, and...and he knew just how to string the exact right amount of pain in there. His words hurt, yes, but in her heart, Jinx couldn't help but accept them as truth. Look at yourself. You weren't meant to be a hero. Jinx hated this guy, this stupid arrogant stranger, for coming in and telling her those things. For pretending he knew her. For, for all intensive purposes, actually appearing to know her and understand her! Her mind (and stomach) was in so much turmoil, she thought she just might be sick. Half of her wanted to kill this prick for even pretending to understand, for acting like he cared when she knew that no one could really care about someone like her. The other half, well, it craved understanding. Acceptance. To be understood. And in the end...that was the side that Jinxie allowed to take over, if only for one split second. After all, it so very rarely got any exercise.

The teen's entire body seemed to visually sag, whether from relief or sheer, mind-numbing sadness, even she herself didn't know. She was just so...so tired of fighting. Tired of fighting this entire stupid city that would never ever accept her, but mostly, exhausted from this constant battle she fought. Who was she? Did she matter? Was she good, or evil? Valid or worthless? For once, even if it set herself up for terrible, terrible, terrible pain, her body was screaming to give in for once, to not overanalyze something until she hated it. And besides...he was partly right. "Because this city has wronged you! Hated you for who you were, and then hated you for trying to change! Alone, hated, we are meant to be the ones in the shadows. The ones people don't want to cross." Much as she didn't want to admit it, she wanted that, too--to be respected, to be feared, to gain a title for herself. This strange man was offering that to her, and more. She was too tired to do anything but accept.

Heavily, after a tremendously weighted silence that hung, pregnant, between them, "H-How?" She asked, breaking the silence hesitantly. Jinx wasn't one to ask for help, she was always, always the leader. Even if it meant being the leader of only herself and no one else (and she had to admit, sometimes even the Voice gave her a run for her money when it came to who was in control). She wanted to say more, but even Jinx knew when to shut up (okay, so maybe this was the first time she'd ever thought that not speaking was the best option, but whatever).

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comments; your post was brilliant! poor jinxie doesn't know what hit her! only hope mine made any sense :x
credit; fall out boy, the pros and cons of breathing

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