video; forward dated to Tuesday morning
[Jinx is definitely not like she used to be. Along with having a decently large, round stomach on her, she's gained some weight all around. Not a whole lot of dressing gothic, either. It would look silly with her current condition, anyway. But she's still wearing a lot of eyeliner, and it's pooling around her bottom lids with how much she had been crying before this post. She's sitting on the edge of the Felton stage, holding a beautifully crafted cat mask.]
Sander Cohen was one of my oldest friends. We've known each other since...God, it's been over a year and a half now. It's like everyday of my life was dictated by that man. We were always screaming at each other over the dumbest things. I don't know how many times we've had to replace this curtain because he's set it on fire. I swear, half this damn theater had bets on when we'd just kill each other...
[Her hand is shaking as she looks down at the mask. Biting her bottom lip, she rests it against her stomach.]
When he found out about this, I thought he would. He was furious. But he still let me do whatever I could here at Felton. I directed, taught his choreography, and sometimes he still made me dance until my feet bled. He...he was like a--
Sander is my dad. I guess he finally realized he was too brilliant for this world to ever begin to understand. I...I don't think he's coming back. Not this time. [She clears her throat.] I'll be painting a mural to him in the theater. Anyone who wants to tell me otherwise can answer to the end of a hex.
[Her face tightens and she chokes back on a sob.] I love you, Daddy.
[With that, she ends the feed.]
Sander Cohen was one of my oldest friends. We've known each other since...God, it's been over a year and a half now. It's like everyday of my life was dictated by that man. We were always screaming at each other over the dumbest things. I don't know how many times we've had to replace this curtain because he's set it on fire. I swear, half this damn theater had bets on when we'd just kill each other...
[Her hand is shaking as she looks down at the mask. Biting her bottom lip, she rests it against her stomach.]
When he found out about this, I thought he would. He was furious. But he still let me do whatever I could here at Felton. I directed, taught his choreography, and sometimes he still made me dance until my feet bled. He...he was like a--
Sander is my dad. I guess he finally realized he was too brilliant for this world to ever begin to understand. I...I don't think he's coming back. Not this time. [She clears her throat.] I'll be painting a mural to him in the theater. Anyone who wants to tell me otherwise can answer to the end of a hex.
[Her face tightens and she chokes back on a sob.] I love you, Daddy.
[With that, she ends the feed.]