You and Jinx stood in the alleyways of Zaun, the air thicker and more dense than ever. Up to your usual mayhem, you two occasionally bothered the passersby who happened to catch your guys' eye.

Below you, sat and laid multiple varieties of spray paint, which consisted of several different neon colors. Jinx smirked to herself beside you, shaking the hot pink paint in her hand and spraying her own calling card onto the wall, the monkey bomb. It’s what she drew best, after all.

The paint splattered onto Jinx's clothes easily, but she never minded the mess the splotches made on her, as she frequently drew on everything she got her hands on. Jinx bit her lip in a smirk as she looked over to you, clearly in a energized mood. Her eyes trailed to your mess of drawings on the wall. She approached your side and added her own touches to your illustration.

“Viola!” She cheered, throwing her arms up and smiling cheekily while observing the mess of a drawing on the brick wall. “Ya like that, huh?”