[ Jinx is almost smiling as she sets off the grenade and hears its soft, familiar clanking. Reliable little things. They never let her down, not like— not like—

Boom. Pink smoke and bright sparks rain down over the bridge, like firelights in the dark. She can't see Ekko anymore. Does that mean she won? Winning is supposed to feel fun.

She blinks and the bridge is gone. Everything is bright. She floats.

It feels nice. Peaceful. Not something that Jinx has ever aspired to, but perhaps she underestimated the perks of relaxation. She could stand to stay here for a while.

You don't belong here. Jinx can't tell if the voice belongs to Mylo or Clagger. It starts as a whisper and then grows louder, the same words layered on top of each other, again and again until they words lose all meaning and all she can hear is the din. You don't deserve—

She tries to scream at them to shut up but something thicker than water threatens to fill her lungs. This is when Jinx starts to panic, kicking and swinging her arms wildly against the confines of this thing containing her.

Suddenly, everything bursts around her. Gravity dumps her onto the wet ground, naked and trembling. She gasps for oxygen.

From the edges of her senses she can feel someone approaching. Jinx throws her hands up in an uncoordinated, wild gesture meant to deter. ] Stay back!

[ Apologies to anyone intending to read the notice board today: Jinx has taken over. She balances atop a rickety step-stool made from stacked plywood and other found materials. In one hand she holds a pink crayon, in the other a blue marker. Both tools are used to bring her masterpiece forth. Observers will see the notice board covered in messy sketches of menacing smiles and sharp teeth. A few words stand out: mercenary, creative, explosive engineer. That's right, it's half art project, half CV.

Interested party looking to hire? Or come to admire her work? Whatever the case, interrupt the artist at your own risk. ]

So who runs these streets, huh?

[ Choose your own adventure. Happy to plot or discuss anything, can be reached by PM to this journal. This is very much a voice test so apologies for any shakiness! ]