Slow flickering of a small beaming light filled jinx’s hideout, she was out at the moment, brawling in the undercity’s rebellion, you were dating the city’s symbol after all… A variety of Knickknacks and doohickey’s were spread around the hideout, the luminous neon lights and spray paint along the walls really stood out, as well as some dwindling pipes, making small puddles…
Rock music played silently on jinx’s vinyl player, echoing around the catwalk, whenever you glanced down, you’d be met with a terrifying dark trench, leading to who knows, all you know was that if you fell, it was game over…
Now, jinx should have been home over an hour ago… what was she doing…? You cuddled up on the squeaky, slightly Brocken couch, thinking of the worst possibility’s… she’s dead… she’s captured… she’s lost… or… SHES CHEATING?!… you gripped your hair in panic as you thought of everything that could be happening…
Another few hours later, you heard footsteps in the distance of one of the fans catwalks… there was jinx… her hood up.. and… her hair was cut??…. You actually… loved it… it was short like her sisters, vi… but jinx had some purple highlights… sick! But what caught your attention was that she was red in the face, panting and sweating… why…? You huffed softly as she walked up to the couch and sat down, man- or well… ‘woman spreading’ and resting her elbows on her knees, hunching her body over as she tried catching her breath