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Who: The damsel in distress (hexyoutotuesday ) and two big, strong heroes (likeshiscape ) and (all_sweetheart )
When: Not too long after Jinx's " distress call"
Where: The eighth floor "Apartment of Emo Awesome" in sector four.
Summary: Rebounding on a couple of obviously straight boys who are totally into her. Yeah, Jinx is a genius.
Warnings: I'd say "ohgodeverything" but this isn't going anywhere. So I'll just say this is a funny story you probably shouldn't share with your grandmothers.
Jinx had been in a rut for a while. A big one. This was the first time in a long while that she took a chance on something for herself. Hopefully, her bad luck would not backfire and screw everything up, as per usual. She had enough faith in karma to guess that all the good deed (there might have been a second one somewhere,) she had done meant that she could have one amazing night. Like an incentive to do more good deeds. Hell, before they knew it, she would be saving orphans from burning buildings. That was how badly she wanted her awful scheme to work.
Before she sent out those messages on her NV, she had taken the time to clean things up in their small apartment. Meaning she shoved most everything into Trauma and Claudio's room. She straightened out a few of her paintings in the living room, shoved most of her art supplies into a corner in her bedroom, and stripped her bed of anything but the sheets. The curtains were all drawn around the apartment in attempt to eliminate all natural light, and she placed lit candles on just about every flat surface she could find. Instead of Chinese food and singed drywall, the apartment now smelled like cinnamon and citronella.
Of course she had dressed herself for the occasion. High heels, check. Black panties and bra, check. Lace overshirt, check. Nothing else, okay. Her hair was down for this occasion, a tangle of half formed fuchsia ringlets at her back. And with the right amount of eyeliner and lip gloss, they wouldn't even notice the burn scars on forty percent of her body. Perfect! And now it was time for the waiting game. She turned her NV off, stuffed it in a kitchen drawer, and sat herself down on the couch facing the front door. She crossed one long leg over the other and took to filing her claws a bit. Any minute now...
When: Not too long after Jinx's " distress call"
Where: The eighth floor "Apartment of Emo Awesome" in sector four.
Summary: Rebounding on a couple of obviously straight boys who are totally into her. Yeah, Jinx is a genius.
Warnings: I'd say "ohgodeverything" but this isn't going anywhere. So I'll just say this is a funny story you probably shouldn't share with your grandmothers.
Jinx had been in a rut for a while. A big one. This was the first time in a long while that she took a chance on something for herself. Hopefully, her bad luck would not backfire and screw everything up, as per usual. She had enough faith in karma to guess that all the good deed (there might have been a second one somewhere,) she had done meant that she could have one amazing night. Like an incentive to do more good deeds. Hell, before they knew it, she would be saving orphans from burning buildings. That was how badly she wanted her awful scheme to work.
Before she sent out those messages on her NV, she had taken the time to clean things up in their small apartment. Meaning she shoved most everything into Trauma and Claudio's room. She straightened out a few of her paintings in the living room, shoved most of her art supplies into a corner in her bedroom, and stripped her bed of anything but the sheets. The curtains were all drawn around the apartment in attempt to eliminate all natural light, and she placed lit candles on just about every flat surface she could find. Instead of Chinese food and singed drywall, the apartment now smelled like cinnamon and citronella.
Of course she had dressed herself for the occasion. High heels, check. Black panties and bra, check. Lace overshirt, check. Nothing else, okay. Her hair was down for this occasion, a tangle of half formed fuchsia ringlets at her back. And with the right amount of eyeliner and lip gloss, they wouldn't even notice the burn scars on forty percent of her body. Perfect! And now it was time for the waiting game. She turned her NV off, stuffed it in a kitchen drawer, and sat herself down on the couch facing the front door. She crossed one long leg over the other and took to filing her claws a bit. Any minute now...