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Post by Jinx on Sept 20, 2009 15:03:52 GMT -5
It was a beautiful night. Well, it would have been, had it not been for the fact that Jinx was in the city and had no view of the stars. It wasn't really anything new--she'd grown up in the city her whole life. But that couldn't stop her from wanting to admire them some, right? The park was the one place she'd have a shot at looking for them, which was just as well because homeless people seemed to gravitate towards the park, so why would she be any different? She was one of them, after all.
Rejecting a bench in favor of a tree, Jinx leaned up to the hardwood trunk behind her, tilting her pale face up to search the sky. Even empty as it appeared to be, the vastness of it was a sufficient enough salve to her internal wounds. It was hard to feel like your problems could overwhelm you when there was something obviously so much larger and grander than you spread out for everyone to see above them. If only more people appreciated it. Legs stretched out in front of her and crossed at the ankle, arms a softer pillow behind her head than the bark of the tree was, it was easy for Jinx to relax, maybe even hum a soft tune. That was a bigger sign than anything else that she was feeling pretty good--she hadn't had any reason to sing in the first place until a couple of days ago. Before she met Wind Rider. Technically she wasn't homeless at the moment, but it was still engrained too far into her system for her to just be a good girl and toddle on home at dusk, before curfew. So while Wind Rider might get a bit annoyed with her for not showing up until late into the night, it was just her habit. Going to sleep early had never been her thing anyhow. For some reason, being a villian and loving the dark just went hand in hand. Cliche, yes, but true. The night was the cover for low-down no-good-doers like herself. Much as it twanged in her chest to call herself that, Jinx knew deep down it couldn't help but be true--she'd never been one of very high self esteem anyhow. But no, this was not the time to dive down into her securities and risk drowning. Now was a time to smile, watch the sky, and let herself forget.
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Post by Sahoni on Sept 20, 2009 16:25:01 GMT -5
Staring down from the tree Sahoni blinked his large luminescent golden yellow eyes making him look like a large bush baby. Sahoni's dark brown hair covered parts of his eyes. Swinging on the branch he came face to face with her , only he was upside down, removing the hair from his eyes.
"Osiyo." He said, in a aloof manner. He grinned a cheesy toothy smile. "It's the best stargazing spot in the city, huh... Not that's saying much though" he said. "I come here to think..." he explained hopping out of the tree in grace. Dusting himself off he cleared his throat in a manner that made it obvious his was about to speak. "Sahoni, nice to meet you."
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Post by Jinx on Sept 20, 2009 16:56:57 GMT -5
As these things always seem to, Jinx's stargazing/relaxing time was cut short by a boy interrupting in the most unorthodox of ways--by dropping out of the very tree she was leaning against. Jinx, who had been lapsing into a doze-like state, was rudely bolted out of it, one hand flying to her heart, the other balling into a fist in a precautionary measure of instinct. "Holy shit, way to make an entrance!" Her voice had a hard, closed off edge, flavored with annoyance and shock for zest. A quick once over revealed a boy with startlingly golden eyes and a lopsided grin hanging upside down in front of her. With a smooth dismount that a gymnast like Jinx could appreciate, the boy righted himself. Being in as sound of mind as she ever was, Jinx realized belatedly that he was smiling and as such was of no immediate threat to her. Forcing her muscles to relax and to put herself back to a sitting position, Jinx studied him more. He really was of no harm to her, she could tell. Which left the dilemna of what to do with him. On one hand, he was a kindred spirit, as this was his favorite place for [lack of] star gazing, too. On the other hand, stargazing was a singular sport for most people, Jinx most of all.
Hm...well, he seemed to friendly to just take a hint and be shooed away. Damn. Option two, then. "Jinx. And yeah, I do the same." Her voice was begrudgingly less cross than before, softening slightly, but Jinx had never been an easy one to get to emotionally, so he'd better take what he could get and just be happy she wasn't hitting him with something for bothering her (for that had indeed been one of her initial reactions that she had discarded).
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Post by Sahoni on Sept 20, 2009 19:34:11 GMT -5
"Wado, I do try." he said. His voice was soft and he spoke like the voice of the forest itself. "I'm sorry to have startled you." He grinned. His smile was even a little strange, inhuman even. They had a quality you couldn't really name. It was...inhuman, maybe even animalistic.
"I love it here. It makes me feel...whole. He propped his hands behind his head in an anime-ish manner. "You ever wonder how much better life would be if people stopped and took the time to look at the beauties of nature? Well and if we didn't have bossy idiots like Rush Limbaugh and Michael Moore so people could think for themselves again?"
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Post by Jinx on Sept 20, 2009 20:18:28 GMT -5
As much as it was against Jinx's nature to think so, it just really seemed hard to dislike this kid. Sometimes they were like that. He was very happy-go-lucky and everything he said or did just seemed to exude happiness. It was...strangely refreshing. In an annoying way. Okay, oddly oxymoronic, but wasn't everything in her life? "Eh, no worries," She said dismissively, surprising herself with how flippant and...okay she was with his presence. Completely uncharacteristic, but maybe it was because she knew letting him stick around would do less to spoil the peace then forcibly removing him would be. And technically, he'd been here first since she hadn't seen him scale the tree since she'd been here. Wait, since when had that ever stopped her before? Stop overanalyzing, Jinxy, you'll give yourself a headache.
He was a very odd kid, but Jinx had to agree with him there. Maybe she just wasn't feeling arguementative to not to. Or maybe he just had a point. "Mmm...you're right." She admitted on a sigh, reclining lightly and studying him from under hooded lids, wearing her favorite accessory, her small smirk. Jinx had to give him another couple of points. Not only was he saying something she agreed with, he had the balls to just come up to her and talk to her. Either he was stupid, daring, or didn't know who she was. But either way, the small, weak (in her opinion anyway) part of Jinx's mind liked the fact that someone random would talk to her. It made her feel like in some small part she wasn't worthless and forgotten. Small thing to trigger such a response, but if it redeemed her self esteem in the tiniest bit, that was good, right? "Sounds like a Beatles song." She chuckled. "But I agree."
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Post by Sahoni on Sept 20, 2009 21:15:53 GMT -5
"What's wrong with the Beatles?" He said. "They had good music. Of course I love all music. Save crap like Phil Collins, Kenny G, or Nickleback. They make my stomach turn." He humphed indignantly. You like music for alot more than it's meaning. You like it to keep the wolf pacified and restrained.
So what if I do, It's MY body. he argued to himself.
"Your not a 'normal' girl, are you? Don't give me any 'what is normal' crap either. Your aura screams your something special. And if that wasn't enough your clothes scream "Hey I'm a person with special powers." with one eye closed., he looked back at her. "For Great Spirits sakes your hair is pink and your eyes are to. Makes hiding hard, of course maybe you don't want to hide..."
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Post by Jinx on Sept 21, 2009 18:52:17 GMT -5
Jeez, it was like the kid was reading her mind with that one! So Jinx decided to tell him so. "I couldn't agree more." She grinned, standing up and stretching, scaling the tree behind her with feline litheness and ease, positioning herself in the same place he'd been a few minutes before, recling on the branch and grinning down at him. Heights had never bothered her, and indeed the rather feline part of her enjoyed being up here. She peered down at him with openly owlish mischeif written on her pale features, feeling herself perk up inexplicably, in a way she couldn't have predicted a few moments ago. This kid just seemed to have that effect on people.
Well, all until he spoke again, that was. His words in a different tone could have been very rude, but he merely sounded like he didn't want any bullshit. Well, damn. This conversation went down the drain. Well, no reason to lie to him--like he'd said, she obviously didn't hide it, anybody could tell him the truth in the second. And besides, she'd never been one for bullshit and lies. She was nothing if not truthful, often brutally (and cunningly) so. Watching him with a new look of rather annoyed curiosity, Jinx was thoughtful for a moment. But when she replied, she had a completely different air about her. It was her main defense mechanism--dark humor, sarcasm, and the inane choice to switch to a mischevious, insulting bantering mood. (Much like she was around all her prey, and this was a defense mechanism because she wouldn't hesitate to do the same for him if he was going to turn on her). "Sweetheart, just call me bad luck incarnate." She smiled with cold humor at some inside joke he couldn't appreciate. That could almost be a dead giveaway to who she was, if he paid any attention to the "special powers" (as he called them) gossip network--she'd been all up in scandal until six weeks ago. If not, it said more about her than anything else could have. Simple--it gave away her power (if he had any wits about him at all to try to think what that meant), as well as what affect she had on those around her and how she felt about herself. That was Jinxy--even if she was straight to the point, she still had to be a smart ass, bitter and...well, unpredictable.
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Post by Sahoni on Sept 21, 2009 20:40:15 GMT -5
"Your kinda," he paused to think "independent. I like that, maybe if I was I wouldn't be in the position I was today." he growled a bit at himself. His growl was feral, fierce and... unintentional. So naturally Sahoni was shocked. With an "ep" he covered his mouth in shock.
"I-I-I-I'm sorry" he said. "This doesn't normally happen." he blushed a deep red. Betcha wish you had some of that music now. He thought. Truth be told he would be ashamed at the things he would do to listen even to Phil Collins.
OOC: I'm fail <O.O>
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Post by Jinx on Sept 21, 2009 21:10:19 GMT -5
Jinx cocked a jaunty smirk, crossing her arms loosely over her chest and laying back against the branch, balancing without difficulty, moving her arms to make a pillow behind her head, leaving one foot to swing below the branch, turning her head to languidly watch him. She was about to thank him, but then he did something odd. He...growled. Oh man, she'd known he was off somehow, but growling? My, oh, my, things just got very fun. Jinxy thought, her smirk deepening. Jinx was in every way feline in movement, demeanor, mannerisms, and even appearance, and here was a little lost pup! Behave, Jinxy. Oh, shut up, voice, let me have some fun.
"Thank ya, sweetie. But your statement leaves me to think that you are, ahem, dependent on someone or someone else?" She arched an eyebrow, the picture of smirking curiosity, beginning to slip back into a mood more conduscive to that of mischeif and problem-causing. Airily, sweetly even, she waved a hand in dismissal. "Forget it, it's all right." That's it, Jinxy. Paint a picture of sweet and forgiving and good. Her internal voice for once sounded smug as she could hope it would, but the whole 'paint a picture of good' jab was low, below the belt even for whatever insane voice she had perched on her cerebrum. Ouch. Touche, stupid little annoying voice.
[ooc: meh, this is total lameness. sorreh!]
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Post by Sahoni on Sept 21, 2009 22:50:26 GMT -5
"Not dependent, per say" he said with a grimace "more of stuck with ." He huffed. He cleared his throat to tell his story yet again. He figured perhaps if he told his story enough to every super person he knew eventually one of them would know how to help him.
"I don't want to waist your time, and by I I mean we..." He did an awkward grin slash grimace.
He cleared his throat . "I am a Changer, part of an ancient race that combats demon and evil spirits. We are able to do this do to our souls being fused to a nature spirits. Giving me supernatural powers." he said wiggling his fingers at the "supernatural powers".
"That sounds all well and cool, right? And truth be told it probably would have been if I had training. See our powers don't manifest till our 17th birthday. Happy birthday you turn into a huge wolf beast with Medicine." looking off to the side he said. "The Magic type, not the make you feel better kind..Well a few weeks later a demon named the Gambler declares a manhunt on my family, destroying anyone that could help me. When he got to my house I was only able to escape due to my Mom using her powers after twenty years on not using them to fight him-it-whatever off long enough for me to escape. So here I am with powers, no one to help me control it. Causing me to do insane, and I mean 'we the jury find the defendant' insane, trying to control the wolf, failing, and our inner battles leaking over to the body acting upon our inner turmoil. Making me look like nothing more but an undisciplined, dangerous, werewolf. Which sometimes I am. Dangerous, not a werewolf... " after he said it he sighed. "I've told that story so many times it's become second nature.
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Post by Jinx on Sept 24, 2009 14:35:10 GMT -5
Blink blink. That was all Jinx could do for just a second, but she recovered from her shock quickly, as all good actresses must, and surely all villians too--if Jinx recieved information good enough to shock, it surely was good enough to use against someone, if she ever had to, that is. There was that omnipresent part of her that strongly, strongly protested against her using secrets, trust, against someone like that, but hey, she was bad, what could she do? Enabeling myself, I know, she thought tiredly before her conscious Voice could chime in and say so itself. This kind most definetely was of an odd sort to just willingly present this information, like it was something commonplace, like the weather or a good place to catch dinner. Like, oh hey by the way did you know I'm a werewolf medicine man? Yeah, I know, its odd. Replacing her surprise with her porcelain veneered mask of indifference, the one behind which she often hid, Jinx studied him, weighing his words and picking out the proper response.
"Well! First off, honey," She drawled, holding out her hand and ticking off points of interest on her fingers, "You don't have to tell me how superpowers aren't always fun. All mine have done is fuck up my life irreversibly," She smiled ruefully, stretching across the limb like a lazy cat taking a luxurious snooze, studying him through pink irises before forging ahead. "Second off," She said, switching to lying on her back and regarding the sky between the leaves with casual disregard, (much like the Caterpillar regards Alice in Alice in Wonderland, if you've seen it), "I completely get the whole internal struggle for insanity bit. But! Third point." She rolled her head around to stare at him with the same rueful smile she earlier had held towards herself. "I'm not honestly sure why you're telling me this. If you're looking for help, I'm sorry kiddo but you'd best go elsewhere. If you're looking for charity...Hmph, I have nothing to give. Sorry..." Though her voice carried a lofty tone, her eyes seemed to show that she really was sorry she couldn't help. That was her entire dilemna--helping was good, and she couldn't help, so therefore, despite her best efforts, she was bad. It was a sad truth, but the logic was all there as far as Jinx was concerned, daunting and disheartening as it was. The girl turned away from Sahoni again, sighing wispily into the air, arms behind her head as she studied the sky between the leaves.
[ooc: hooray for medicine-induced muse!  ]
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Post by Sahoni on Sept 24, 2009 16:54:59 GMT -5
"Well, I'm not looking for sympathy. Sympathy can cripple more than it helps sometimes. Don't get me wrong, if it helps me get a meal now and then I'll use it. I gotta eat, even more than others sometimes. Changing leaves me very weak." he explained "But being a hobo, I don't really have access to the food I need leaving me passed out in random places." He held up his hands in part exhaustion part contempt. That contempt was for many things. But the foremost on that list was his situation and people. People could be so greedy and self adsorbed Sahoni was a firm believer in the the concept of the divine oversoul. The belief that all life was connected, so why not treat it that way?
"Powers suck, bottom line. I just want to make them go away. I wanna go to school, Great Spirit help me I miss it. I miss Latin homework. I HATE Latin to. I miss dinner. I miss having a bed and a room full of stuff and complaining that there's nothing to do." Sahoni sat back against the tree. "But truth be told. I was never really completely normal. I got another power to, this one is not as life debilitating, in fact, when I was little I thought everyone could do it." Sahoni felt deeply sunk in depression. It was amazing the little things you missed when they were taken away.
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Post by Jinx on Sept 25, 2009 20:16:42 GMT -5
"Hm...missing school? That's a novel idea...." Jinx mused, studying the sky through the canopy as if trying to decide whether she liked the sound of it or not. "Mmm, nope. Can't say I agree. Mummy Dearest sent me off to a school to be a villian and I haven't seen her since. Funny enough, I don't miss that place," She shrugged, a decidedly risky move while laying on a narrow branch up in a tree, but Jinx didn't really care one way or the other, because things like risking life and limb never had. When life wasn't exactly something you enjoyed, you tended to have that outlook on things.
Hmph, there was that word again. Normal. What a horrible, stupid, overrated word. It was a word that Jinx could tell Sahoni lusted after every bit as much as she did. Much as she abhorred the adjective, it was one she desperately wished could be used to describe her. But she'd never ever been normal, and she wouldn't ever be. She'd been an outcast, unwanted ever since the beginning. "Hazard a guess as to the definition of normal, hun? I'd like to know if you've ever seen it anywhere, because I haven't. We may be far from it, but I think everyone has deviated from the norm," She said, switching to laying on her stomach, one foot dangling languidly as she surveyed him from her place with her face cupped in her hands, arms folded under her chin. She looked like one of those odd angels from lore or legend, the devil's advocate who had fallen from grace but wished nothing more than to be different. But didn't know how. "Sometimes death is the only way," Apathetic-sounding, but distinctly tinged in a melancholy tone. It was a notion she had entertained many times. Suicide, that was. Wally wouldn't approve, of course, but Wally probably had already forgotten her, having moved on to somewhere new, grand, probably better than here.
[ooc: maaan, picturing Jinxy in a tree like this is TOTALLY remniscient of the cheshire cat! xD]
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Post by Sahoni on Sept 25, 2009 21:15:56 GMT -5
"Normal is subjective" he agreed. He ran his hand through the grass in frustration. As his bare skin touched the individual blades of grass he could feel the individual spirits squeak at him in high pitch voices. "I agree with you on that. But non the less you know what I mean..."
"Death is never the way to, not like that" He glared intensely at her. Nothing ticked him off more than people who gave up on themselves. "You don't know how many time I had to act as a psychopomp to some angsty teen who popped some pills to end their "useless life" Leaving a mess for me to clean up." He growled carefully not trying to say aloud anything that had to do with his power. "Big sleep my ass..."
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