15th Countdown Audio//Common backdated to the 21st

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[Jinx has been sitting in his room for the past week waiting. Waiting for his damn arm to heal from the damage caused by Toph. He had no idea what to do with himself since he was in so much pain, even with the cast. Have a, mildly intoxicated and bored Jinx talking at you.]

So, who here's got somethin' ta' do. I've been sittin' in this damn room fer

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B-Bored is b-better than in danger, th... though...

fff sorry so late, i missed the notif for this one or something

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...d-do you... need help, o-or not? I'm c-- con-- confused. I'm s-sorry.

[Because Xanth didn't understand the entire first half of what you said, Jinx. How much have you had?]

it's fine, bb

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Yah! I need some help. They're on me like little crockdogs! An' some ice would be goo---d.

[One. Or maybe two.

Bottles, that is.]

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...I-I'll, uhm, I'll b-bring you s-some ice in a minute. O-Okay?

[True to his word, there's a knock on Jinx's door a few minutes later.]

Locked // 1%

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[Jinx cannot be bothered to get try to get to that damn door and possibly injure himself. He rips out his comm. He know he should lock this, but fuck it. He's drunk.]

Door'sopen, Snowy.

[Xanth will find Jinx sprawled out on his bed, eyes closed, relaxing under the breeze from his fan.

It's relatively clean for once ever, but it still reeks of tobacco.]

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[Xanth checks his comm and then opens the door. Still smokey, still smelly, but wow-- this is the cleanest he's ever seen Jinx's room.

He steps inside and closes the door behind him. In one hand, there's a small bucket filled with ice.]

Hhhhi.

[You look awful. Xanth is cringing.]

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[That's what happens when Jinx has absolutely nothing to do and is trapped in his room with a broken arm and shattered dreams.]

Hey, Snowtop. Got th' ice?

[He beckons Xanth to his bed side. It is really almost humorous.

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[It's not funny so much as it's really, really sad. Xanth goes to Jinx's bed side.]

Y-- yeah, I, I do. Y-You want me to-- p-put it in a r-rag or-- or s-something? P-Put it on, uh, to-- t-to... make it... uhm.

[Xanth shrugs. He doesn't get why the ice helped with his ankle, but maybe it'll help with the shoulder too?]

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[Enjoy Jinx's over dramatic voice. No, it really doesn't hurt as much is he is trying to make it seem.]

That'd be'nice, Sno-sn--Kid. I think there's a roll of'em inth' eatin' room. Thing.

[He gestures in the general direction of his dining area wth his broken arm.]

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[;_;

Xanth goes and puts the ice in a bag, and then in a cloth. He returns with the makeshift ice pack.]

Wh-- where do you w-want it?

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[Jinx wants to be angry with Xanth. He wants to yell things at him. But he DID come all the way here...]

On th' arm, Snowtop.

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[Yeah but where on the arm? That's pretty vague. Xanth gingerly places the ice pack on Jinx's arm.]

I-Is-- is there g-good?

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[GTFO XANTH THAT'S NOT EVEN TH--

oh. Okay, that works.]

Ya' it's good.

[The chill is quite shocking.]

Why don't ya' have a seat. I haven't had comp'ny in a long time.

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[Xanth lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. He's so glad he could do something; Jinx is in a nasty condition. Xanth glances around for a seat and grabs the chair from the desk, pulling it over.

He's biting his lip like he wants to say something, but he remains silent.]

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[Jinx doesn't have anything particularly interesting to talk about, so he keeps his eyes on Xanth.

Don't think you can hide that lip biting, Xanth.]

How ya doin', Kid. There's drinks in th' fridge.

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[Xanth glances back at the fridge, but he's not thirsty.]

Uhm-- I don't... need one, th-- thanks. B-But do you w-want one?