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ok COOL. as soon as i figure out where the heck i am.

seriously?
do we need to put a gps on you for situations like this

whats a gps?

uhhh
a beacon, sort of?
that'd make it easy to find you

oh i have soesthing like that.

you do?
k how do I find you, then?

i dont have it on me now, silly

Edited 2024-01-03 23:46 (UTC)

well shit

... are you still in town, at least?

HMMMMMM oh!! i see a building i broke into earlier. SO YES!

that's a start.
anything else? city hall or some other shit?

how about sesafood shack?

what about it?
think you can make it there?

yea yea!

k, I'll come pick you up from there in a few

[ The things he does for her... ]

okok! we can drink the bottle together!!

sure

[ And, just as promised, he arrives at the seafood shack not too long later, hopefully in time to rescue its poor owner from her love life drama stories and/or plausible violence. ]

( it's pretty easy to spot jinx, even if he was some distance away. if her hair isn't a dead giveaway, it's all the commotion she is making outside the seafood establishment. each jab kick to the front door is rumbling louder than thunder as she grunts with a bottle in one hand. needless to say, the owner of this place isn't opening up, but they are peeking out the nearest window -- monitoring the raging teenager with an anxious look. )

You...( THUMP. ) stupid...(THUMP.) — Go blow up!!

( the azure haired girl bellows, stomping her foot to the ground and whipping over to the window to glare daggers. the owner, frighten, scuttle a few steps away from there then races somewhere in the back to be unknown. )

Yeah, go ahead and run! Freakin' coward!! I haven't done shit and you won't let me in?! And learn how to cook, YOU D-BAG...!

[ ... It's even worse than he expected, but he probably should've seen this coming. Ragna sighs in resignation, and approaches Jinx with the composure that's almost comically out of place, all things considered. He places his hand on her shoulder, giving it a light squeeze to get her attention, though he is very much prepared to have to defend himself juuust in case she decides to lash out at him, too. ]

Give it a rest, Smurfette. We're going home.

( while the touch of his hand on her shoulder felt warm and comforting, jinx rolls it off her regarldess -- the anger manifesting too strongly for her to really settle. she turns to him with a narrowing gaze, her eyes shrieking out the hurt, the loneliness, and the heartbreak behind them. )

What home?

( she mutters with her grip tightening on the neck of the bottle. the twin-braided girl throws her arm up in an exasperation gesture, while huffing out a bitter snicker. )

Heh, this place stopped being home to me ages ago.

( when she says this, her voice is unbalanced, broken, and a bit slurred. it sounds as if she might burst into tears any second now, but her eyes stay dry as a desert. )

— So much for having a second chance of startin' over. ... I shoulda known better than to think things would be different this time.

( the wrath in her is diffusing, and she is half aware she's just ranting over her troubles that ragna knows very little about. it's not his fault, really. she doesn't tell him much about her personal life, and... she really should. it's better than keeping it all in until it boils over, right? that way it wouldn't lead to her kicking down some poor sap's food joint.)

The people who you thought you could trust will just let ya down, and when it comes to the heart? It's everyone for themselves... ( a pause, her face softens and grants him a weak shrug. ) That's how the world works, right?

[ He knows that look in her eyes. The anger, the hatred, the pain, the loneliness behind them... Ragna feels an uncomfortable, albeit familiar pang in his chest listening to her vent her frustrations. She's right, to be honest ─ sure, he's got a house now, which is more than can be said about what he had before coming here, but it's not a home, not really; the only "home" he's ever had had long since been reduced to ashes. She has a point about the second chance thing, too. Ragna wouldn't even dream of letting himself think about his presence here in those terms, but this has been implied to more or less be the purpose of this place, no? But he doubts that is really the case, since this world seems to do everything in its power to pull the rug from under the Chosen whenever they so much as become remotely comfortable with their situation. ]

... Yeah, pretty much. Hell, maybe even more so here? We don't get a say in coming here, and we can poof outta existence any moment, apparently. It only makes sense to look out for yourself and no one else.

[ He admits slowly, despite knowing it's not an ideal thing to say in this situation. But he sees no reason not to be straight with what he believes to be the case ─ she doesn't deserve to be lied to and he's not the type to beat around the bush, anyway. ]

Still... [ Undeterred by the failure of his previous attempt to connect with her, the man extends his hand towards her once again, though this time he leaves it up to her whether she wants to take it or not. ] ... I'm not going anywhere without you.

[ He is, of course, referring to their present situation... but it's more than that, too. It's a reassurence, a promise even, that even though betrayal and disappointment may be unavioidable, he'll stick by her side, no matter what. Naturally, he couldn't bring himself to say us much directly, and perhaps he's not even entitrely aware that's what he means to convey. ]

( poof out of existence, he says. it looks like he hasn't had the conversation with ange about people's "disappearance" yet, how she suspects that the council are killing off whichever chosen they fancy. or maybe whoever isn't entertaining enough. now doesn't seem like the perfect time to bring it up, and even if she wanted to, it's hard for her to put together coherent words when her mind is a buzz. her pinks cut to his hand swiftly, the uncertainty gurgling so much that it has her stomach twisting into knots.

she wants to grab a hold of it, more than anything. but how many times must she burn her hand until she learns her lesson? at least, that's what the voices are taunting her about. what makes ragna so different from her own flesh and blood who abandoned her? what makes his words more truthful than the boy who said something similar, yet disappeared? her heart use to swell so much with trust and faith, but now it's deflated, and she views the world back in that cynical prospective -- maybe more than before, if that's even possible.

but still... here she stands, gawking at his palm while her hand moves on its own to reach for his. it trembles when they finally touch, her skin feeling cold and possibly clammy from whatever work she's done earlier in the day. )

( her lower lip quivers and her eyes puff up in tears, wanting to blink them away, but all that does is make them stream faster. jinx sniffles before gazing up at ragna, her expression bleeding with vulnerability and yearn to just... be loved. )

I just... I just want what everyone else have. To feel liked, wanted or... needed. — But I'll never have that because I'm too different. Even when I try to be normal, things just... go wrong.

Edited 2024-01-09 06:05 (UTC)

[ It's revolting, really; the fact that she even has to think about herself this way, that something (or someone) convinced her she doesn't deserve to feel needed or loved is ridiculous to Ragna. At the end of the day, all her wild shenanigans aside, she's still just a kid ─ and all she wants is be like other kids. Nothing wrong with that. It pains him to see her this way, full of self doubt, and even as he slowly closes his fingers over hers, he thinks to himself that he should have a little talk with that boyfriend of hers whenever he dares to show his face around again.

But all that can wait. For now... the corners of his lips curl up in a tinest of smiles, and he reaches towards her with his other hand, touching her cheek and gently wiping her tears away his thumb.

She's far from the first girl he's known who's ready to burn down the world in search of a place to belong. ]

Screw normal. You're you, and that's more than enough.

( it really is sickening, and she's hoping there's enough alcohol in her system that will make her forget being this fragile in front of him. and if she's lucky enough, he won't bring it up later. there's a gentle spark of electricity shooting through her veins when his palm pauses at her cheek, and she stiffens over the tender sensation. jinx is used to this sort of affection from silco or vi, and this is the first time it's someone else entirely. but then, it makes sense for ragna to do this... because he is family to her. a caring big brother that mylo couldn't be for her. with claggor, she isn't as sore about than she is with mylo, but she wished he had spoken up more.

regardless, her muscles loosens and the bottle slips steadily out of her fingers. it thuds and rolls several inches away from the duo, spilling whatever that's left into the wintered soil. there's a worn out sigh she lets out, her head leaning more into his hand as he dries her eye. it's pretty useless to do, though, when there are more tears on the way, but jinx isn't the one to stop him from doing so.

his words are a little cheesy, such a grown-up thing to say. 'just be you.', 'be yourself.', 'never change who you are.'. it's something she heard a lot in her childhood, whether it was from vi, vander, or silco. it's a little outworn, but it's something she needs to hear, apparently. because tears begin to form underneath her lower eyelids and her body dives forward to crash into his front, face burying into his stomach.

she really needs to stop doing this -- the constant flinging herself to ragna whenever something really upsetting is happening in her life. but she's not sure what else to do. she feels her sister is too busy for her, and her father, while he did comfort her, he was part of her stresses. with her arms lock around his face, she mutters out a request which is difficult to understand if he isn't listening. )

Can I spend the night with you?

[ If nothing else, it seems like Ragna himself doesn't mind too much; comforting her comes to him as naturally as breathing, and he's certainly not gonna hold a moment of of vulnerability against her. It's kind of ironic that they keep meeting like this, when he never got a chance to be there when his siblings needed him, never got to be their shoulder to cry on or comfort them in their moments of weakness. He can never make up for this, of course, not even with his sacrifice. But maybe, just maybe... he can avoid making the same mistake again.

His body tenses up for a brief moment when she leans into him, but he doesn't push her away; on the contrary, he places his hand on her head, gently stroking her hair. She may get mad at him for calling her a kid, but she really can be a little childish at times, no? But it's not necessarily a bad thing. In fact, it's exactly what makes him so convinced that despite all of the crazy mess that she is, she's still a good person.

The man lets out an amused snort, looking down at the girl with a smirk on his face. As if he could leave her alone after all that... ]

Pretty sure I've already invited you over, no?

Yeah, but... I want to stay longer than just dinner. I-I wanna sleep over.

( this is such an embarrassing request, she thinks. would he even be comfortable having her sleeping over at his place? it's such a short notice, and they're not that close, are they? jinx would like to believe so, but the whispers enjoy putting ideas in her head that feelings hardly ever reciprocate regarding her. silco will be alright if she doesn't come home for one night. it's usually when she's gone for three days or more, he reaches out to her and question her whereabouts. )

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