(there's mix feelings about being a squid. on one hand, it's peaceful and one wouldn't need to care for many things in the world -- to simply wash away the suffering. but on the other side of it, it's boring -- to swim around aimlessly in the big waters of nothingness. if... one could call it's swimming with what jinx!squid is doing. there's a lot of awkward sway movements and flailing with this one. and it might make one ponder if this particular squid is okay. what's wrong with it? does it have some sort of problem? it wouldn't be the first someone would claim for her to be.

'she's a problem and we all know it.'

it's sad, really, almost down right pathetic. even as a mollusc, she can't seem to do that right. the current is helping her along, however -- gradually getting closer to the shore which is rather curious. it's something different than the big ocean of nothingness and maybe it'll give her some new excitements. but the "excitement" that comes is not what she was hoping, though. in the middle of flailing around in the water, her form begins to shift. it sends the squid into a panic and thrashes around in the water in pure confusion. what's happening? what's going on? is this actually happening or all in her squid head? long blue haired braids flow along the sea but nothing much else yet -- their mind swirling into a whirlwind with so many voices overlapping all at once. )


('every time she comes something goes wrong.', 'you know, powder, you're stronger than you think.' 'her name is JINX!' 'your sister is...jinx.' 'powder, wake up!' 'you need to let powder die' 'remember who you are! i know you remember!

is it possible for a mollusc to scream? to hold its head? visually, she is but in reality there's just a lot of violent movements of wanting to form but remain the same. back. she needs to swim back from where she came. she changed her mind about being curious; to seek out to the shore -- this is too scary and too much. but the waves resume to tug her along until finally she reaches land. and from there the squid whimpers and flops about. jinx!squid is getting all tangled up by her tentacles and her long braided locks with all the movement she's doing. )

(she doesn't trust this place. there's something about that makes her hairs of her neck stand on end. it's busy and colorful like zaun but...not at all like the lanes. perhaps it's how foreign this place is that's making jinx go in "guard" mode. a few people of trench attempted to help and guide her to the stalls which... went as one would expected. one touch of her braid and jinx instantly lockes her pinks at the stranger -- front jab to their chest with her boot before holding them hostage between the ball the boot and ground. the fear the stranger grants her flicks a rush in her veins and an impish smirk dances along her face. jinx peers over her shoulder -- the others look rather anxious then exchange glances. good. they should feel scared.

swinging her foot off the stranger below, jinx skips on over to the one in charge of face painting. instead them drawing on her, she harshly grabs onto the person's chin -- her nails lightly pinching at their skin. and in no time or hesitation, she takes the brush and writes the following, "JINX WUZ HERE" along their cheek. letting go and setting the brush down, jinx giggles and heads on further with her finger entwine behind her.)



a.( the food is what draws her in first. she hadn't realized her stomach had been growling for the last minute or so. the seaweed salad is her target as she quickly snatches the plate; slender fingers scooping a handful to shove in her mouth. it's not jericho's but it's decent enough. when jinx turns, she meets [YOUR CHARACTER]'s gaze. her pinks exchange a glance between [YOUR CHARACTER] and the salad -- a nonchalant shrug and speaking with her mouth full:)

What? You're not gettin' any from me. — Get your own.


b.( at least the games are fun! a little too ease for her taste but fun nevertheless. at the dart balloon booth, jinx is hunching forward on the counter with the dart fiddling between her index and middle. she bites her bottom lip with a small hum until she feels another presence aprroaching. without peering over, she asks:)

Hey, you wanna do a lil' bet with me?