Post by The Loose Cannon on Oct 15, 2013 23:19:09 GMT -5
Jinx stood atop the building directly across from the sheriff's department, a determined look in her eyes. One arm dangled idly at her side, Fishbones held tightly in curled digits. The firearm tapped an impatient rhythm into the girl's thigh. She was anxious, excited, longing, desperate for the look in her favorite Enforcer's eyes. Soon, her addled thoughts whispered in momentary clarity. Soon.
On the opposite side of her, where the outlaw's fingers were starting to cramp, a heavyset female wept with uncontrollable shakes. Dark hair was tangled in Jinx's firearm-free fingers, sweaty from fear and slick from a week's worth of missed bathing opportunities. Colorful bruises lined the woman's tear streaked, red and pimpled face. She took haggard breaths between each sob, trembling on skinned and scabbed knees.
Adorning the hapless victim's battered body was a purple and black striped dress, low cut at one end and short at the other. The skirt was soaked and sticking to the woman's legs, keeping it matted down in some mocking shred of dignity. The blouse stretched thin over the citizen's round form, two sizes too small and already fit to bursting at the seams. A hat, too tall and as exaggerated as the rest of the costume, teetered upon her head. Despite the soul deep terror that threatened to bowl her over, the woman was able to keep just still enough not to knock the hat free; she knew the consequences of marring the image Jinx was trying to portray.
Around the woman's wrist, a pair of bright pink and fuzzy handcuffs kept her upper limbs immobile and useless. A long, slender rifle was tucked beneath one arm, the barrel shoved roughly into the thick skin hanging from the hostage's neck. A grim caricature, mocking and cruel.
Jinx shifted her weight towards her "companion," ignoring the elicited whimper that rose with it. Her eyes narrowed in a squint as she focused on the unsuspecting building across the way. No one but the unimportant body-bag-in-waiting beside her knew where she was and that would NOT do. The trickster lifted Fishbones to her mouth like a megaphone, filled her lungs with oxygen, and shouted.
"Hey, fat hands! Y'know what the difference is between you and me?" A grin spread across her face, a glint in her eyes that sang of unpredictability. Without taking her eyes from the building where her dearest Enforcer would soon emerge, she lowered the rocket launcher down to press its sharp teeth into the soft cheek of the puppet at her side.
"I'm not afraid to let a few cupcakes burn to get what I want!" Twisting her fingers in the woman's hair, she yanked her head back, no longer concerned with the hat that tumbled to her building's roof. She looked briefly to Fishbones, giggling softly. "Sorry, buddy.~ Yer gonna haveta play the part of last meal for our friend here. Open wide!!"
Realizing her captor's intent, the woman screamed and finally began to thrash against the hold Jinx had on her hair and the cuffs binding her wrists together. With unexpected strength from the thinly framed criminal, Jinx delivered a swift kick to the urine caked thigh of the other woman. "Hey! Toys hold STILL while they're being played with unless told otherwise!" Releasing the female's hair, she wrapped her fingers in a vicelike grip around the other's jaw, pried her lips apart by forcing her thumb between her teeth, and jammed the mouth of Fishbones against the waiting cavern of her stubborn toy. "I hope you don't mind spicy food!"
A click echoed loudly and with a backwards cartwheel, a dash, hop, skip, and a jump to an adjacent building, Jinx put distance between herself and the struggling, choking firework about to go off. With eager movements, she rolled towards her new building's facade, eyes trained on the doors leading into the police department. She missed the splash of color and hail of sloppy, squelching chunks as they painted a red and purple stain to her far left, but it would be a worthwhile sacrifice to watch the gauntleted Champion's face instead.
On the opposite side of her, where the outlaw's fingers were starting to cramp, a heavyset female wept with uncontrollable shakes. Dark hair was tangled in Jinx's firearm-free fingers, sweaty from fear and slick from a week's worth of missed bathing opportunities. Colorful bruises lined the woman's tear streaked, red and pimpled face. She took haggard breaths between each sob, trembling on skinned and scabbed knees.
Adorning the hapless victim's battered body was a purple and black striped dress, low cut at one end and short at the other. The skirt was soaked and sticking to the woman's legs, keeping it matted down in some mocking shred of dignity. The blouse stretched thin over the citizen's round form, two sizes too small and already fit to bursting at the seams. A hat, too tall and as exaggerated as the rest of the costume, teetered upon her head. Despite the soul deep terror that threatened to bowl her over, the woman was able to keep just still enough not to knock the hat free; she knew the consequences of marring the image Jinx was trying to portray.
Around the woman's wrist, a pair of bright pink and fuzzy handcuffs kept her upper limbs immobile and useless. A long, slender rifle was tucked beneath one arm, the barrel shoved roughly into the thick skin hanging from the hostage's neck. A grim caricature, mocking and cruel.
Jinx shifted her weight towards her "companion," ignoring the elicited whimper that rose with it. Her eyes narrowed in a squint as she focused on the unsuspecting building across the way. No one but the unimportant body-bag-in-waiting beside her knew where she was and that would NOT do. The trickster lifted Fishbones to her mouth like a megaphone, filled her lungs with oxygen, and shouted.
"Hey, fat hands! Y'know what the difference is between you and me?" A grin spread across her face, a glint in her eyes that sang of unpredictability. Without taking her eyes from the building where her dearest Enforcer would soon emerge, she lowered the rocket launcher down to press its sharp teeth into the soft cheek of the puppet at her side.
"I'm not afraid to let a few cupcakes burn to get what I want!" Twisting her fingers in the woman's hair, she yanked her head back, no longer concerned with the hat that tumbled to her building's roof. She looked briefly to Fishbones, giggling softly. "Sorry, buddy.~ Yer gonna haveta play the part of last meal for our friend here. Open wide!!"
Realizing her captor's intent, the woman screamed and finally began to thrash against the hold Jinx had on her hair and the cuffs binding her wrists together. With unexpected strength from the thinly framed criminal, Jinx delivered a swift kick to the urine caked thigh of the other woman. "Hey! Toys hold STILL while they're being played with unless told otherwise!" Releasing the female's hair, she wrapped her fingers in a vicelike grip around the other's jaw, pried her lips apart by forcing her thumb between her teeth, and jammed the mouth of Fishbones against the waiting cavern of her stubborn toy. "I hope you don't mind spicy food!"
A click echoed loudly and with a backwards cartwheel, a dash, hop, skip, and a jump to an adjacent building, Jinx put distance between herself and the struggling, choking firework about to go off. With eager movements, she rolled towards her new building's facade, eyes trained on the doors leading into the police department. She missed the splash of color and hail of sloppy, squelching chunks as they painted a red and purple stain to her far left, but it would be a worthwhile sacrifice to watch the gauntleted Champion's face instead.