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Post by Wind Rider on Sept 16, 2009 16:48:10 GMT -5
It seemed everyone was back to their own devices, and that was a good thing. He didn't need another crowd. Especially as something unexpected was about to happen next. He was still utterly pissed with this little hive brat. What kind of question was that. Though why was her voice sounding like it was cracking, like she was about to bawl or something. He was about to retort to her first question until he noticed something and she spoke again.His eyes widened a bit after she finished. He wasn't expecting that. Normally, villains stole for their own benifit (which she said she did) and to cause mayham with no regrets for any reason, and they did want to hurt others for no reason (though more than likely for past events not wronged by bystanders). Ok so maybe she had a few of those qualities, but the way she sounded, she sounded a little, miserable. Like he did, when he came to realization. Though probably everyone sounded like that when they were sad he was sure. No hell no, he was not going to feel sorry for this girl. He was the good guy and she was the bad guy. No need to sympathize with the enemy. He was just going to walk away and... Ah darn, he is the the good guy meaning he had had to help the weak. THough he would have never thought it would be a villain. He tried to force himself to walk away. He was able to turn his back to her, He started walking away. Yes, he was doing it, not giving in to the enemy...that was until she spoke yet again. Now she sounded like a small child ready ready to run away and cry. He couldn't help it and turned around before mentally berating himself, for his soft attitude. She looked to the side, trying to hide her face from him. Ah damnit, what was he thinking making a girl cry like that. He was a hero, not a jerk. Slowly he walked back towards her (like he walked that far away) and tried to get her to stop crying.
"Hey....umm please don't cry?" he said in an almost confusing manner. He didn't know how to soothe people when they were crying. He nervously rubbed her back not sure if it would work or not, but hell it was worth a shot.
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Post by Jinx on Sept 16, 2009 17:38:44 GMT -5
He didn't respond right away, and Jinx felt sure he was going to leave. She could't see him out of her peripheral vision, but she heard him take a step. Half of her was relieved--good riddance, right? But the other half of her felt hurt. Really hurt. It wasn't necessarily him, it was just the entire situation crashing down on her with all its heart-crushing reality. He was just one more person to walk away, what did it matter? Not the only man to walk out of her life, for sure, and probably the least consequential out of all of them, but it still hurt. Jinx was so ashamed of herself, she had to get out of here before she really made a fool of herself. But where? It wasn't like she had anywhere to go to anyway. Shoulders hunched, Jinx closed her eyes, biting her lip hard in anger against herself. don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry... She jumped a bit as someone placed their hand on her back, rubbing methodically. A familiar voice asked her to do the same thing that she had just been practically begging herself not to do. Her first reaction was to collapse into those arms, and she knew she could let herself do it, if she would only be able to pretend they belonged to someone long gone. But she had never been that good at pretending anyhow, reality was enough to deal with as it was. So she did the next instinct in her arsenal--flinch away.
Wiping angrily at her eyes with the back of her hand (she was going to protest that she wasn't crying but it was kind of obvious by that action that she'd be lying), Jinx bit her lip, this time in anger, at herself, her mother, Wally, the whole friggin' world. Without his hand warm against her back, Jinx felt the isolation slip over her again, but she couldn't bring herself to turn around to look at him. So she did the only thing she knew how to do, her only defense mechanism--she let herself get mad. It was only surface anger, and they both (well, probably) knew it, but she didn't know how to deal with things like this. "So what, now you're going to be all nice? Hmph. You heroes are so inconsistent." She sighed, her whole body seeming to deflate with the movement, and it was only then she let herself turn to look at him. Her pink eyes were wide, filled with tears, but she allowed them to show none of the hurt she was feeling, instead harnessing her frustration and anger and projecting it there. "Don't pretend you care about a worthless villian like me. Please don't. I don't appreciate charity." She wiped her eyes and breathed out deeply, closing her eyes and shaking her head. She couldn't take any more of this--any of this. She felt like she was so close to shattering into a zillion glittering shards of sharp glass. She couldn't be good, she couldn't be bad, she didn't belong anywhere! Sighing in frustration, Jinx turned her back on him again, passing a hand over her eyes. She felt so tense, so reckless, so scared, so shaky, so hurt, so emotional...She hated herself for it, but at the same time wanted nothing more than to let herself slip into the impending emotional breakdown that she had put off for so long but knew was coming. The question was when. And also, would she be able to recover? Or maybe it would turn her into some pitiful babbling homeless girl who is fully, officially insane. Oh, lovely.
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Post by Wind Rider on Sept 16, 2009 18:07:58 GMT -5
It was things like this, when people were like this as he had seen countless times before made him hate himself. Didn't he want to stop being like the way he was in the olden days. The days, when he and his brothers were ruthless cold and uncaring for anything other than their mother (though that could be up for heavy discussion) . Yet here he was, making someone else cry.....again. Damn, he was a monster and he knew it. She was crying and he knew she just wanted to bawl out, like so many in the past. He remembered when some girl asked for his help and he simply blew her off. Of course, many people told him not to but he didn't care and she retorted in response, trying as best as she could to get him to respect her. Though it was in vein as it turned the opposite. Actually it was worse, as he made her break down and cry running to the girls bathroom. He got detention for a week. At the time, he felt she deserved it, because she was kind of one of those snotty upright "popular kids" he heard so much about, just without so much popularity as she was more mean than anything. Now that he looked backed, he realized she wasn't that mean and bad, and he was just a complete jerk. Was this what he was doing now, being a jerk, cold and ruthless. Guess maybe he shouldn't have accused her outright of trying to steal from the store. Maybe none of this would have happened. She called him an indecisive hero. Well, at least she was returning to normal, if the witty banner didn't say anything. Though that's probably all she was good for. Stop, stop don't think that. You're a hero not a villain in training.
"As a hero, we must take into consideration every action played before our eyes. Calling me inconsistent just because I'm trying to soothe you is kind of derogatory (I think I used that word wrong) ne? If anything, you villains are inconsistent," his voice ever stoic.
So she was crying, though she was desperately trying and losing the war to hold her tears back. Sigh, how do you help people feel, better. He never dealt with this before, especially with a villain, the enemy of heroes of all people. The scourge of justice. Ok that was a little overdone, a sweatdrop sliding down his head at his own thought. Why was she trying to show no hurt when she was feeling it obviously? Women, they're all like this and he could never understand.
"I'm sorry if me trying to help you calm down bothers you, but it bothers me, seeing such a distressed girl, even if you are a villain, crying like this. Though I didn't know I hurted you this bad (seriously, all he did was talk and fall on his face, and get booed, didn't know that would hurt somebody), I was only trying to look out for the citizens as many villains like to cause havoc and destruction. You can't expect a hero to just let a known criminal waltz around unattended to."
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Post by Jinx on Sept 16, 2009 18:41:48 GMT -5
So he hadn't left yet. That surprised Jinx, and she wasn't quite sure what else she felt. Relief? Annoyance? Happiness? Whatever, she thought apathetically, but of course she couldn't fool herself--she was glad he had stayed. It meant if only for a moment that she was worth someone's attention. But even so, she didn't know how else to respond except apathetically, or better yet, angrily. "All right, fine. You've done your job. Bravo." She clapped twice sarcastically, before recrossing her arms and shifting her stance, aware that her eyes were still glittering with tears. Oh well, she had no fucking idea what to do anyhow so might as well just screw it.
He was going on again, minus the (probably fake) remorse from before. Fine. Good. She didn't like charity, she really didn't. She was too proud of a creature for that. She listened, then swung her wrists out in front of her, held out like people did when they were asking to get handcuffed. "Fine. Arrest me. I mean, its not like your friends will think you're anything special for nabbing me--I'm worthless, and besides, what kind of thrill is it if they just give themselves up? But don't worry, you can go ahead and lie. Tell 'em I put up a real good fight." Despite the tears, Jinx was forcing herself to stay proud and strong, holding her head high, shoulders back, having managed to stop her lip from quivering. Her voice was scornful, apathetic, because she was working hard to tricking herself into believing she was just fine. Besides, at least she had a bed and food at juvvie. Or, she'd assume so. She could have a nice fit and then they'd lock her in solitary where she could cry her guts out like the weak loon she was. Didn't that sound just nice? Actually, no, but you know what? I don't care. I don't care anymore. And as she thought it, she found it was true. She didn't care whether she lived or died. Wally would be so disappointed in her, but you know what? She was disappointed in her, and besides, Wally was who-knows-where right now, probably with someone much less problematic than her. Some pretty little blonde hero without an attitude problem, troubled past, or horrible bad luck. He deserved that, she thought with a mental flinch--no matter how much she "didn't care", that hurt. A lot.
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Post by Wind Rider on Sept 16, 2009 18:57:34 GMT -5
He sighed, what was this girl's problem. He was feeling a little better since she was being her sarcastic self. Though the clapping wasn't necessary.Though apparently, she had more problems with herself than he realized because he was sure she wasn't just crying because he was humiliated. He didn't retort with a smart remark or anything. This whole day was just getting tiring. She crossed her arms, her eyes glistening sadly. He wasn't sure whether this was worse than the puppy dog eyes.. She suddenly did something odd and held out her wrists making him mount a brow. What was she doing?....Arrest her, what the hell was she talking about? What, she thought he was the police or something. He sighed, sometimes, he wondered if playing the hero was worth it.
"I'm not going to arrest you. I'm not the police you know, I don't have any handcuffs or anything on me. That's all the police job. Besides, I'm not very familiar with this city being as I don't live around here. As for friends, I don't know what friends your talking about. I don't have a ton as it is, and those I have know nothing about me saving people and stopping potential bank robberies. Only my brothers know that."
He paused for a minute pushing her hands down, still holding on to her wrists subconsiously. Better make sure he doesn't say anything he'll regret.
"You're not worthless. I thought all villains looked at theirselves with pride being great or whatever. You obviously have some problems and I don't think trying to play the villain will help any. Why don't I walk you home as it's getting darker by the minute and we can talk?"
What the hell was he doing, offering to take the enemy home like that. He could be walking right into a trap for all he knew. Though right now, he was thinking in the mind of the hero, or so he thought. Help the weak, and right now, she seemed pretty weak. He didn't realize, but he was still holding her wrists.
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Post by Jinx on Sept 16, 2009 19:11:47 GMT -5
Jinx shook her head sadly. This sounded ridiculously, heart-wrentchingly like a speech she'd gotten once before, in a different time with a different boy. Not worthless? She wanted so much to believe that, but there was too much built up hurt for him to be able to tear down. She doubted anyone could, or if they could, that they would have the patience. She herself could barely deal with herself on a day to day basis, how could she ever ask someone else to? It just didn't seem fair. (HA, fair. That was almost like saying something about "if she had good luck".) She realized that that word, once again, had hit her hard. The tears had finally spilled over and were slipping down her pale, moonlit face silently, but Jinx made no move to brush them away--he still had her hands.
The tears almost stopped her from talking as memories welled up, but the girl shoved those down deep where she couldn't touch them and spoke with sad slowness to make him understand. "Sweetie, my power is bad luck. There's not much else I can do with that but "play the villian". You must not understand that its going to mess with me in more ways than just what I choose to do with it." Jinx sighed again, looking away before looking back to him. "Okay fine. Walk me home. Oh look, here we are." She smiled without happiness, leaving that significant gesture to hang above them. He might as well know just how pitiful she really was. It didn't matter anyway. He couldn't even arrest her, which was actually, bizarelly, insanely, a bit of a disappointment. Damn. No warm bed tonight. No breakfast tomorrow, unless she could steal it, which she suddenly didn't feel like she could stomach (haha, stomach, eat, that was almost funny) that. "Besides," She continued, looking away. "I'm not afraid of the dark." She smiled weakly, like it was funny to say that, but neither of them could miss the symbolism in that. After all, didn't the darkness usually represent the evil, the scary, the things children shouldn't have to see? Jinx had seen all of that, and then some.
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Post by Wind Rider on Sept 16, 2009 19:30:34 GMT -5
Still holding her wrists, he looked at her with annoyance. Here we go with that self pity bull crap. He didn't have time with this. If she wanted to wallow in self pity, then why should he give a damn. But when tried to leave, finally letting go and attempting to twirl his body opposite her, he couldn't. His subconscious kept nagging him to stay, finish what he started. Don't leave a helpless girl there to rot and die. Whatever problems she had, he told himself at first, he'll help her feel better but now he didn't care. But he just kept trying anyway. Guess that streak of never leaving anything unfinished washed over him. He never liked leaving an unfinished project. It made him feel like a quitter which he wasn't. He sighed yet again as he notice she finally let the tears flow down in freedom. Well that made him strive to make her feel better now. No cute girl was going to cry in his presence or his conscious would be forever tarnished. Wait, did he just call her cute. He closed his eyes momentarily shaking his head. Focus, don't worry about what she looks like, just on making her feel better.
"What makes you think playing the villain is going to do for you? It won't help you at all. You can blame your powers all you want, but if can practice to control them, you can turn bad luck to good luck for you're friends and allies and those you care about. I'm not saying you should stop being a villain, that's up to you. I'm not you're guardian and you have a mind of you're own. Just don't allow yourself to feel pathetic or worthless."
Whoa, that was wordy, even for him. Though he mentally patted himself on the back. He was starting to get better at this stuff more and more. He chose the word guardian over father because it was a possibility that she could have issues with her parents and he didn't want to bring more bad memories to her. She took his offer which he was glad for as she didn't argue this time. But what she said next confused her. She didn't live in Jump City? He was sure he did.
"Though I'm glad you're not afraid of the dark as darkness is a good thing, what do you mean you are already home. Surely you can't be saying you live at this store. Or are you saying you're homeless."
He smacked his forehead. Why the hell would he say that last part. She's a thief, why the hell would she be homeless? He hope she didn't start yelling at him.
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Post by Jinx on Sept 16, 2009 20:36:38 GMT -5
Oh boy, if Jinx thought she was having internal conflicts (which, duh, she was), she could tell that this boy was dealing with some of his own. Probably deciding whether or not its worth helping the crazy chick. Holy shit, she couldn't even keep up with her fucked up moodswings, she had no idea in hell how he could. Cocking her head to the side, she watched him, shaking her head with a sad smile. He just didn't get it. "Friends? Let's see....nope, nothing. Allies? Um...nope, I've pretty much pissed off everyone. People I care about...so far away I can't do anything anyway." She shrugged, making herself laugh without humor. She was feeling sad, miserable even, a bit frustrated, annoyed, angry, pessimistic, and...and what? Suddenly it was very important that he would stay, would keep pressing so he could hear her story. But who was she to say? After all, she was so fucked up she didn't even know what she was feeling.
"Oh? Weren't you one of the ones to call me worthless? Not to mention a wannabe villian, an idiot feline, and a banshee?" At this, she actually did smile. Even laughed softly. It wasn't funny, and she didn't look like she should be grinning, with tear tracks on her cheeks, but it was a genuine smile oddly enough. Jesus Christ I'm a weirdo. She thought, feeling disgusted with her ridiculous mood swings. "Look, I know you're a good kid with a good heart who's just trying to help, blah blah blah. But you're in over your head if you think you're going to be able to fix me. I'm sorry hun but I think its just best if you give up. I'm unfixable." She wiped her eyes and fixed him in a watery smile, shrugging and sitting down crosslegged, back to the wall.
"Yessir, home sweet street. Isn't it grand?" Her voice still held that oddly happy note, but the look on her face said she wasn't happy about it. And who would be? She was homeless, not a nice thing to be. It was probably especially dangerous for a pretty sixteen year old girl, but then again, Jinx could take care of herself. As if reading his mind, she added in an afterthought, shrugging thoughtfully: "Can't steal a house."
[Ew, these last few posts have sucked so royally, I'm sorry! >.<]
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Post by Wind Rider on Sept 16, 2009 20:54:22 GMT -5
He didn't ask for her life story, just to say that she wasn't hopeless. And of course, she just had to bring that back didn't she. Alright so maybe calling her all those names wasn't going to help the situation any better. He blushed in embarrassment not answering that comment. Alright, she won that one. What else was up her sleeve. Though totally surpised at this expected behavior, she suddenly laughed. Whoa, mood swings much. Yeah she needed some serious help. ANd sending her to a psychiatrist wouldn't help either (like it helps anybody regardless). She sounded like the type of girl who would only do better with friends by her side. He was pretty smart and he pretty much deduced that she had a broken history her only happiness being her friends and they eventually betrayed her and now she was down in the slumps. He assumed that was her life in a nutshell. Maybe, if he hung with her more, he could turn her around. Help her with her problems and let her leave the life of villainy behind. Yeah, that could work. From what he heard, she had some pretty impressive (though not as good as him himself as he smirked) powers with destruction of things around her at will. Yeah, that's the type of help he needed. Maybe, they could even form a group of their own superheros rivaling (yet aiding) the Teen Titans. Whoa, calm down slugger, don't go flying off the handle yet. He calmed his mind focusing on the first task. Help the kid out. Though it didn't help hearing that she didn't actually have a home. He grumbled, damnit, he had to be nice. She wasn't too fond of people apparently, but she seemed to not mind telling at least a little of her problems (though subconsciously). Guess he had no choice.
"Since you have no home," he started though his voice started going into a low growl. What the hell was he thinking. "Maybe I can allow you to stay at my place for a couple days. I have a nice home, and I don't mind guest (as long as you don't steal)." He brough his voice back to normal as he continued. "I'm not trying to "fix" you as you say, but seeing you like that makes me feel bad and want to help. I have seen people like that before and hate seeing them that way."
Ok that last part, he may have strecthed the truth a bit but hey, determination wouldn't let him leave.
Eh don't worry about it, this post was kind of crappy too
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Post by Jinx on Sept 17, 2009 17:14:15 GMT -5
Man, this kid was completely full of surprises! It was rather ridiculous, but then again, that made them a good pair--Jinx was stark raving mad and unpredictable as Hell, so...wait. Wait. A pair?! Holy shit Jinx watch how you word things. She felt a twinge of pain in her heart at the thought, and she made a face, stifling it all down, where it belonged. Because everything was made better by avoiding it, letting it fester. Right? Yeah, yeah right. As if it could just be that easy. But then again, Jinx had a whole helluva lot to face and she just wasn't ready for that yet. Maybe some day, but not today. Oh hell no not today--Jinx wasn't that brave, and she'd found that "some day" or "not today" wasn't nearly as knee-bucklingly scary.
But...wait. Whoa whoa whoa. Back up. What did he say?! Jinx's eyebrows shot up and she gave him a look that suggested she thought he was just about as crazy as her. Maybe he was bipolar too. Or maybe it was a trap...? His tone suggested that he wasn't too happy about suggesting these temporary living arrangements...Hey, nobody's making him volunteer. She thought, a smirk twitching at her lips. "Oh-ho-ho! Well lookie here. Speaking of charity...Let me get this straight. You're not going to turn me over to the police, and you're even going to let me live with you for a few days? Are you serious?" Her incredulous tone suggested she didn't think he was. If he wasn't, it was a damn cruel joke to play on a crying girl, but hey, heroes weren't always as nice as they would like people to think they were. Now that she thought about it, he was totally joking. Rather than get mad (she could always let that happen later--oh man could she be mean!), Jinx indulged herself on the joke, pushing herself to her feet and laughing as she continued, "I mean--haha--you really would just do that? Out of the goodness--haha--of your heart? Oh gosh, who said you heroes weren't funny. Haha, good one. I'd almost say it was mean, because, well it was, but good joke, sweetie." It was kind of clear by the end that she was pushing the laughter out by force, coating it in scorn and a bit of disdain. Not cool, dude. Not a nice joke at all. In fact, downright assholey. Sobering up, she put her hands on her hips, looking at him in the same look of disbelief as before, minus the good-natured laughter, which was replaced instead with annoyance and pity at how easy this kid thought things were. Softly, gently, "Go home kid. Before I decide you're less funny and more annoying." Her face softened as she shook her head, looking down. He was a piece of work, he really was. Getting pissed, then self-righteous, then all caring and shit, then joking around with her like that? Jesus, maybe bipolar disorder was a trait all superheroes experienced. It hadn't even occured to her that he was serious--the thought that someone could be so sweet was something she couldn't imagine, wouldn't let herself imagine. The last time a boy had been this nice had been the start of the best time of her life. The beginning of the end, really, because when it ended, it left her with one of the worst times of her life, if not the worst time. Hell, she was still sitting smack dab in the middle of that time. The thought of opening up like that again hurt Jinx so much that she actually felt a little sick. Trusting people...it hurt so much. It only set you up to be broken, to be left.
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Post by Wind Rider on Sept 17, 2009 19:04:51 GMT -5
God this girl was infuriating. Did she take everything someone said as a joke, or was she truly a hopeless case. He hoped it was neither, but still nonetheless, she made him want to rip his hair off his skull.
"I don't think I stuttered, I meant what I said. You didn't steal anything, there is no reason for police to arrest you. Though don't think that means I won't stop you next time if you truly do try to commit a criminal act. And yes, I'm serious. My joke meter has run dry a while ago."
Soon she started bursting out laughing. It was dark and he was done playing games. He wasn't giving up but it seems he reached his limit of patience with this girl. If he tried any more tonight, he would say something he would regret later on or do something he'd regret later on. He turned his back, hands shoved in his pocket. She can keep playing her games by herself, he was away from home long enough. He didn't even remember why he came out to this town today.
"You can laugh and have a ball in the streets all you want. If you want to curl up with no blankets and only a newspaper to keep you remotely warm, then fine do so. As for me I'm going home. My offer still stands of course." His tone was harsh and cold. He turned around to the girl before finally walking his eyes narrowed, a cold glint, stare or whatever else you could interpret it as. But it was definetely not pleasent in the least his tone of voice becoming even darker.
"Yet don't expect much help on a silver platter child. Continue to neglect offers that could prove potential to you, keep playing the 'solo villain' can cost you you're live or worse, leave you to live in hell forever and I'm not talking about prision either. You can keep playing this 'self pity' game all you want, but I really can call you foolish for not accepting help from someone who's genuinely willing as this game will leave you to madness. I'm not your father figure, just a guy offering a hand. Will you take it? Ja ne." He started to walk home. He had a feeling she didn't heed his warning since she seemed so hell bent on being "solo", but he had a small hope that she would. He berated himself to not bring his hopes too high, or it could be all in vein. Man he wish he had a trench coat on, the wind flapping against the end of it making him look cool. AH well, at least he had his hair to wave in the wind.
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Post by Jinx on Sept 17, 2009 19:50:39 GMT -5
Holy shit he was serious. "Holy shit you were serious!" Jinx blinked in surprise. Oh my fucking God, what am I supposed to do with that?! Jinx thought. He was leaving, she noted after coming out of her surprised stupor. She realized she very much so did not want him to. But more than that, she didn't want to sleep out on the street tonight. Well, maybe that wasn't necessarily right. Much as she hated to admit it, Jinx wasn't sure which she wanted more, a warm bed or to keep talking to him. Which was ludicris, of course. She barely knew him. He annoyed her. She annoyed him. They both got inexplicably pissed at each other without much provocation. So why then did she feel like letting him walk away was just one more big mistake, one more big failure on her part? Holy crap, the thought of adding another ten pounds to the weight on her shoulders seemed ridiculous, unbelievable, unacceptable. And besides...a warm bed sounded so, so, so nice. Not having to sneak a shower sounded so, so, so nice. And much as she hated to admit it, spending a bit more time with him sounded so, so, so nice. Maybe she could crack this kid, figure him out. For some reason she got the feeling he wasn't a normal hero.
His nice offer was slightly tainted by his chastisement and lecture, especially when he called her "child" when she knew for a face she was older than him. Don't ask her how, she just knew. But now was the time to bite her lip and act like he'd struck a nerve. Well duh you're not my father figure. But if you figure out who is, please let me know, she thought with a grin. "Pssh, madness? I can deal. I swear I already am." Jinx muttered with a dark, non-happy smile, more to herself than anything, but then she looked up at him and her grin was back in place. "All right. Fine. Just cause you seem sooooo willing to take me in." Jinx trilled the word, grinning because it was obvious he really didn't. So either this kid had the most annoyingly naggy conscious in the world, or he really really wanted to help her, no matter how much of a prick she could be or how much of a losing battle he knew he was fighting. Or maybe both. Probably both--he seemed like a smart kid, he knew what he was dealing with. "Okay, Mr. Mystery, you know who I am. Tragic heroine (haha), fallen leader of the HIVE Five (though we both know it always should have been six), at your service." Grinning, Jinx swept herself into a dramatic bow/curtsy. before straightening up and smiling sweetly, cocking her head to the side to study him for just a second. "Think I can learn your name yet?" She had jogged to easily catch up to him and was now walking in stride with him, a considerable bounce in her step because things were turning out okay for once. Even though he'd seen (and made) her cry. Whatever. She was a psycho, at least he knew that from the start.
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Post by Wind Rider on Sept 17, 2009 20:46:11 GMT -5
Though he didn't stop his pace, he was shocked. He actually didn't expect her to go with him. He expected her to cry and bawl her eyes out, talking about how he was so cruel. Then she would laugh it off later though he knew she would be downcast, pretending like he was such a jerk. Well, at least he was making head way, she was starting, by only a little, to get her head out her butt. He smirked to himself, still walking.
"Follow me," he replied simply as she seemed astonished he was actually serious. She better had not been lying about being homeless or he would kick her ass. She curtsy at her own introduction talking nonsense about how he knew who she was. The world knows who you are jeez, stop being a ditz. She quickly caught up to Michiko, after her self pity introduction. Man she was going to be a handful, what was he thinking asking her to stay at his home. Well what's done is done he supposed.
"My name, is Wind Rider for now. At least until I can get a better alias."
Yeah, he was tempted to go into full blown Japanese names, but this was America, an English speaking country. No need for Japanese names here. He felt something in his pocket. Pulling it out in curiosity, he realized it was that candy bar he got from the store. Forgot all about it. But he didn't want it anymore.
"Want a candy bar? It's chocolate."
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Post by Jinx on Sept 17, 2009 21:11:29 GMT -5
Jeez, she was in a lovely good mood and he couldn't even smile a bit? If he had such an annoyingly naggy conscious, then you'd think he'd lighten up a bit when he was alleviating it. If that wasn't it and he really hated her, then why in hell was he even doing this?! Then it clicked. Its a trap. Duh. Pssh, he must be pretty stupid. He could have had his chance when I literally offered myself up. But whatever. It was all the same to Jinx--if he wanted to go through some elaborate plan then fine. She'd feed his ego--she was in a good enough mood right now (yes, she was well aware she was psycho and bipolar), so she wouldn't bring down his mood. Well, anymore than her presence already had. It bothered her, so she figured she'd speak up (Jinx had never been one for tact, it was for those who couldn't pull off sarcasm). "All right, Mr. Wind Rider. One question. Well, maybe a few. If you WANT to help, then why are you acting so pissed off? I didn't make you talk to me in the first place, you know. I mean, you seem to downright hate me, yet you're putting up with my shit. Why?" She asked, watching him with a pleasant smile. She wasn't upset or hurt by how he felt--she knew she was unpredictable, and very hard to handle. She actually had to give him some credit--he was putting up with her better than some in the past had. He'd only tried to attack her once, after all. That had to be some kind of record in her history of dealing with heroes.
She waved her hand at the candy--while she did love candy, Jinx didn't think she could stomach anything sweet right now for some reason. Probably because they were due for another turn in the crazy emotional roller coaster ride they were both on, and she wanted to be ready for it. "Nah, but thanks though." She turned to smile at him, not pointing out that he had stolen that. She was trying to be on her best behavior right now, and he didn't appear to like being called a thief. Pssh, silly boy couldn't accept what he was.
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Post by Wind Rider on Sept 17, 2009 21:27:29 GMT -5
He was pretty calm, his face ever impassive. Why would she think he was angry. Was it because he wasn't smiling. Well news flash kid, not everyone likes to smile. He wasn't scowling or anything so she shouldn't think he was angry at all. She had a weird look on life, he could say that much. Plus she seemed a little too bubbly, he thought she would be complaining and crying about are they there yet and such, trivial matters.
"I'm not angry at all. I don't know what you're seeing through those cat eyes of yours but I'm pretty calm at the moment enjoying the walk. I don't hate you, I have no reason to hate cute girlssuch as yourself. You just irritated me earlier and that is behind me. What makes you think I'm angry with you still? I 'put up with your shit' as you say because I want to help you. You seem to have some deep rooted problems and according to you seem to have bad luck with many friends. I doubt prison or going to psychiatric will solve your problems, if not make them worse or do nothing at all. I believe I said this before." He made sure his voice was calm and relaxed and sounding in no way harsh or cold.
He unwrapped the candy bar himself as she denied it. Eh fine by him, he chomped on it, smiling as he enjoyed the chocolaty heaven. Ah after such a day, he needed something sweet to calm his nerves and ease his mental pain.
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