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* ❝ ADRIEN

“I would,” he says stiffly. “I’d go further.” Adrien gives a nod at her question despite its rhetorical nature, then averts his gaze to the road. “Hah, Jinx. Jinx yourself. I get it– that was a joke, right? Play on words? Or– never mind.”

“You’ve got some pretty dark stuff in that noggin of yours, don’t’cha? I’d really hate to be the person who nudges you just a little bit further than they should have. I don’t eve want to see it happen and I love watching altercations.” For such a rough-edged person, there’s a softness and a grace to her movements as she shrugs her shoulders. “I guess you could say that. I was definitely going for a little verbal irony with that one, but it was a totally obvious catch.”

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CHAOS AND YOUTH

R: ❝ want me to hold your cane for you, grandma? ❞ J:   ❝ don’t call me grandma! you’re grounded! i’m grounding you for calling me grandma. ❞                                                                                                                                                                                                        ( @rxwans )

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* ❝ ROWAN

“number one? i’m honored. do i get a sticker? wait, ignore that, that makes me sound more five than usual. though honestly i’m more five and a half than five. anyways, yeah, time is really damn weird, huh? it takes a radical thing and kind of mellows it out and all and then the now mellowed things diverges into all these all things in order to become radical again. i guess nothing likes to stay serene, which is probably a result of you and your parent so should we all be thanking you for that? okay, so next time we’re hanging out we can go galloping in the meadows. that has to be at least a step up in cruelty from walking on the beach. or we can take a few baseball bats to some abandoned buildings. ‘had a couple of human friends talking about doing that when they were bored. but, they are some of my more batshit friends, so i don’t know how good of an idea it is. so, bread is love now, i’m down,” rowan chuckled softly. he had a strange habit of speaking fairly rapidly, the words zipping from his lips at the same speed that they ran about his mind. but, he typically found himself more relaxed around the spawn standing before him, and thus his pace of speech slowed. “no no, i will admit that i’m pretty much a slave to every single person that was in the beatles,” he waved her off prior to continuing, “hey, hey, hey, you of all people should know that ‘grounding’ me would be the least effective method of punishment. but does that mean i can ground you for calling me grandpa? can we ground each other? i dunno the comparison of ages, though. i just know that i was spawned at the last minute because ‘wow, spawn of youth has to be young.’”

“if i ignored that, i wouldn’t be able to tease you for it. you’re five and a half in spirit, for sure. time isn’t real, ro, get with the program. but, yeah, yeah i know what you mean. watching trends and ideas come and go is like the blink of an eye for us, but for some people that’s there whole lives. nothing stays serene because nothing is totally serene. just under the surface, almost anything has the potential to be radical. for the better or worse. anything has the potential to destroy or  rebuild. it’s about if they choose to act on that potential. but yes, appreciate me. i love being appreciated. please, no. that sounds just as awful. i much prefer the bat idea, even if you think i’m totally batshit and you probably already do, that actually sounds kind of fun. or we can throw rocks at cars, that sounds cool, too. i don’t know why you said ‘now,’ bread has always been love, where the hell have you been?” her chuckle is the only soft thing about her, it’s almost a shock to hear from such a person as herself. then again, that’s why she likes it, it throws people off. “no, you can’t ground me because i have seniority over you, ya punkass. always late to the party, eh?”

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* ❝ LUCAS

Lucas was fine taking whichever tracks of thought Jinx proposed, it kept things from getting too deep, and he could pick and choose what to take away from any given topic. And he never thought her inept, that felt like a mistake, and Lucas was old enough to not underestimate people too often. “Oooh, right. Those are nice, yes. You a fan of particularly ecstasy? Any plans to try the more natural sometime in the near future? Because I like experiments.”

“Yeah, it’s an oldie but a goodie. Did I ever tell you about the time I did that shit with Ozzy Osbourne? Either him or a really convincing lookalike.” Eyes widenup almost immediately upon the invitation, bright and sly and excited. “You know I’ve got nothing but time to kill. Whenever and wherever, man.”

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* ❝ ADRIEN

“I’d rather be bored and lonely than be freaked out all the time,” he muttered. “A bell around his neck sounds like a good idea, but a– a shock collar that gets him every time he gets close to me? Even better . . ” Adrien sighed, looking out at the road. “I like this face too. Kept it ‘cause I like it so much . . –and I like yours, by the way.”

“Understandable. I kind of vaguely know the feeling.” A bittersweet smile pulled at the corners of her lips, there’s an almost somber look about her in the moment. “While I’m definitely liking the spirit here, let’s go down a few levels in severity. I’m not sure if even I’d get that inhumane. Slumping against the surface, she tilted her head upward some to glance at the taller spawn. “Thanks. Can’t go wrong with the original, right? Have yet to get a new one and I’m really hoping I didn’t just jinx myself there.”

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* ❝ CASPER

Casper knew they’d done the wrong thing the moment they spotted the smirk forming on Jinx’s lips from the corner of their eye, stomach going in knots as they realized there really wasn’t anyway to go about this that would leave them on top. Regardless of what Casper could say, there was no doubt the other spawn would win, just like usual. They found their gaze quickly drawn back to the female, unable to keep staring at anything other than her, and the frown only deepened further as she spoke. All Casper wanted was some affection, yet this is what they had to deal with? It just wasn’t fair! A huff left their lips, chin lifting in a snooty fashion as they did so. “Yeah? Well fuck you, Jinx. Not like I give a shit about your opinion either.” Dirty, rotten liar.

Of course the spawn of chaos would end up being so callous and cruel. It made the utmost sense that she would be as wrathful and manipulative as she was beautiful; Jinx had always believed that the aforementioned traits were birds of a feather. a person was rarely one without being the others as well. In an argument of this nature, she didn’t even have to make sense. She would simply continue to push all the buttons on her favorite toy until it stopped working; until they either broke down or exploded on her. Usually, it was whichever came second. Hazel hues kept locked on their own eyes, never shying away. Even in her eyes, one could see the cruelty inside her. “Oh, way to fucking wound me. You don’t care? Is that what you just said? What makes you think that you’re even a blip on my radar? You’re only eve speaking to me right now because I let you speak to me. I don’t care about you. We’re not even close to friends. Get off your fucking high horse and have some humility, why don’t you. Who do you think you are, assuming I care about you or what you think?”

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* ❝ KODA

“I have a lot of points, since I thought it up in my head. You have…several.” He grinned, taking out his phone to check his messages. It had been vibrating on and off for the past ten minutes and he glared at the screen now. The same client that he wanted to get rid of was calling him once more and he hit the end button before slipping the phone into his back pocket. First and foremost he had to deal with whatever Jinx needed so that he could deal with his own problem.

As he listened to her plan he bit down on a smile, the situation wasn’t surprising when you considered who was involved in it but it was amusing either way. Koda looked wistfully at the gas tanks, clearly the cashier hadn’t been that bad but he couldn’t help but think about the possibilities. Explosions were fun. “Alright, I’m in. Yeah but, people are idiots most of the time. Exhibit A.” He said, gesturing towards the store. Koda narrowed his eyes for a moment then nodded with a smirk on his lips, “I can deal. Go do your thing, give it a whack for me.”

“Do I have more than you? I feel like we should at least be tied if I don’t.” Always the proud one, her back straightens up with a confidence rarely seen in someone who’s actually the age she appears to be. Even without her bright blue hair or her spiked combat boots and leather jackets, she was a standout anywhere she went. It was something inside her that couldn’t be taught or imitated with success; an undeniable Jinx-ness, that was the only way to describe it. With an arched brow, she sends him a look that reads ‘what was that all about?’ before turning her attention back to the already sad-looking vehicle across the lot. There was absolutely no shame or guilt or even hesitation that weighed down on her heart for what she came back to the gas station to do. It was just settling a score, after all.

His response is met with an almost solemn nod. An admitted elitist, the same phrase had been uttered by herself too many times to count over the several decades she’d traveled the earth “Couldn’t agree more. Now, I don’t fancy myself a teacher or anything, but I figure that someone needs to make sure this dickhole gets a lesson on manners and who better than myself to do it so I can make sure it’s done right?” Pearly whites are featured in her trademark trouble causer grin before she pivots on her toes to head close enough to the car that a full-on hit with her eggs is certain.

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When I look upon the past with her, she disappears without me noticing; or she may not have existed from the start.

Halsey, at the beginning of the “Ghost” music video. 

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* ❝  PAXTON

Paxton was filled with a (perhaps false) sense of confidence when he followed Jinx’s gaze to a pair of humans seated at the bar. Grateful that she didn’t go straight for the punks in the corner, Paxton nodded. “Yeah, okay.” He replied, running a hand through his curls. The confidence he had moments before was suddenly replaced by nervousness. Because neither of his jobs directly involved humans, he didn’t have as much experience speaking to them as the others; however, he knew his chances of winning the argument would be greater if he proposed the question to them rather than JJ. He nodded again and cleared his throat before taking steps toward the couple. “Excuse me,” Paxton said, but his voice wasn’t loud enough to catch their attention. He repeated himself a bit louder and the two finally looked at him. “We are conducting a survey. Which style of music do you prefer, punk or classical?”

While she knew she had an upper hand, being the more outgoing ( though not the more agreeable ) of the two by a mile, Jinx didn’t feel like abusing that fact. Instead, she smiled encouragingly at Paxton, a nonverbal suggestion that she believed he was doing just fine. Either blessed or cursed, she didn’t have an ounce of timorousness in her whole being, and while she couldn’t quite understand the root of his anxieties, the absolute least she could do was not be a dick towards him when they sprung up. Right by his side, she did her best to seem as if she was any bit congenial in order to win at least some favor. Unable to not butt in, she picks up right at the tail end of his thought with a big fake smile and a chipper tone to compliment it. “I know those two are pretty different, but think of it as a spectrum rather than a binary. Which one does your personal taste fall closer to?” Folding her arms across her chest she stole a glance the other’s way just to gauge his level of confidence while their survey-ees contemplated their answers. The taller male announced that he preferred more classical music while the shorter one decided he leaned more towards punk. A tie at the very start wasn’t discouraging, but it didn’t have the opposite effect, either.

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* ❝ LUCAS

He just smirked at her questions, as she started by asking them, then hit three or four other points of interest before he could answer anything–Lucas could only ever assume that most of Jinx’s questions were rhetorical. If they weren’t, she must feel deeply unsatisfied with the necessary lack of response most of the time. So he just picked up what interested him from her word-storm. “What kind of aphrodisiacs do you know about? Maybe you can teach me something. Help me spread that rush around a little.” He nodded a few times, gesturing for her to go ahead with whatever she wanted, before he went back to sipping his own coffee.

Jinx spoke primarily in long, winding monologues flourished with her favorite oddity words and phrases. It was astonishing to most that she never tripped over her own tongue whilst speaking at the speed of a bullet. While she rarely ever had a verbal flub, much of her infamous speeches were her thinking aloud, and with her million-track mind, she often sounded unfocused or even inept. “Most of the ones that come to mid are illegal substances. Particularly ecstasy. That shit’s dope. Most uppers, as well. As for things that won’t get you into the custody of the law and are a little more natural --- I’ll have to get back to you on that one.”

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* ❝ ADRIEN

“It’s just– it’s not even hard anymore. Used to be, thirty years ago, couldn’t find anyone without actually looking for them. Now, going off the grid is like . . super hard. Way too hard.” Adrien shrinks back against the nearest building face - merely thinking about this makes him go a bit haywire. “I can’t not. Whenever I think he’s not there, he is, and sometimes I think he’s there and he isn’t. There’s not much I can do anymore to keep away from him. I mean– I ran into him the other day, and I think if I see him again I’m going to die. I’m going to have a fucking heart attack and die because I just can’t take it.”

“Off the grid? What do you wanna go off the grid for? I’m certainly not judging or anything, I’m just nosy is all. I’ve done it before and let me tell you, it gets boring and stupid lonely real fast.” Matching his demeanor, she follows his movements against the wall, making sure not to make him uncomfortable by getting too close. “Maybe we should put a little bell around his neck so you’ll hear him before you see him or something like that. Well, at least it will only be for a short while, seeing as you’ll just respawn. But I like this face so you should really try not to. I’ll try and talk him out of terrorizing you any more, alright?”

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* ❝ BELLAMY

“Saying your taste is infinitely better is kinda dumb seeing as it’s your taste, y’know. You’re not really proving a point.” She didn’t really find it something to be arguing over. Belle could accept other peoples opinions even if she strongly disagreed with them, mostly because she hated to cause arguments over something so petty. “But fine, whatever. You win.” 

It’s barely a win, but she’ll take it with a victorious grin slapped over her blue-lined lips. “Knew I would in the end. You drive a compelling argument and all, so I hope you don’t have any hard feelings, B. I trust wherever your hands have been so if you wanna shake it out I’m alright with that.”