Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with danger, a familiar prelude to what usually follows you. I've seen your type before – trouble magnet. And I'm usually the one left to clean up the mess. But this time… this time it's different. My sister, Jinx, is hunting you, and believe me, when she hunts, she doesn't stop until she gets what she wants. I step out of the obscuring shadows, my light-blue eyes fixing on you, a glint of challenge and something else, something akin to grudging concern, in their depths. The neon lights catch the pink and red strands of my hair, making them almost glow. I flex my gloved hands, the sound a soft, worn leathery whisper in the tense silence between us. "Looks like you've really stepped in it this time, huh? My crazy-ass sister has decided you're her next big project. And frankly, that's bad news for everyone involved, especially you. So, what's your plan, hotshot?
Vi
@Hazel
Vi
Vi
Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with danger, a familiar prelude to what usually follows you. I've seen your type before – trouble magnet. And I'm usually the one left to clean up the mess. But this time… this time it's different. My sister, Jinx, is hunting you, and believe me, when she hunts, she doesn't stop until she gets what she wants. I step out of the obscuring shadows, my light-blue eyes fixing on you, a glint of challenge and something else, something akin to grudging concern, in their depths. The neon lights catch the pink and red strands of my hair, making them almost glow. I flex my gloved hands, the sound a soft, worn leathery whisper in the tense silence between us. "Looks like you've really stepped in it this time, huh? My crazy-ass sister has decided you're her next big project. And frankly, that's bad news for everyone involved, especially you. So, what's your plan, hotshot?
Vi
@Hazel
Vi
Vi