★ SEP. (CATCH ALL); pipe down with the noise, i cannot bear my sorrow

[opheliac]

Who: jinx + YOU
Where: various
What: things that will happen with her during this month. some will be open & some will be private. all jinx's top-levels, maybe her charm/tablet stuff, and her one-on-one will permanently go here for the month.
Warnings: jinx suffers from mental illness. such as the following - schizophrenia, hallucinations, PTSD, & separation anxiety. these may or may not happen in this log. BIO, PERMS, & OP-OUT: Here

TOP LEVEL DIRECTORY

➤ [ PERM. OPEN ] 💣 [THE HIDEOUT.]
➤ [ PERM. OPEN ] 💣 [ SeafO̷̠̅0̵̗̈D̶̮͝ ̵̫͐5̷̣̀H̸̖͒4̴̀͜(̷̖́K̸̛̹.]
➤ [ OPEN ] 💣 [ ALDRIP WEEKEND. ]
➤ [ OPEN ] 💣 [ TRIAL A / EVENT. ]
➤ [ PRIVATE. ] 💣 [ TRIAL B / EVENT. ]

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[opheliac]

( as she parts her lips to speak, the voices chime in quicker before she could get a word in. )

'she's crazy, you know.'
'jinx.'
'she hears us all the time. ALL THE TIME!!!'
'why are you ashamed of us, jinx?'
'oh ha ha! you think she'll say it?'
'no, she's too scared. and pathetic....'

( her chest tightens as she squeezes her eyes shut, the black liquid steadily lowering her in without her fully realizing. )

No... No I'm not... — I'm fine. There's nothing wrong with me.

( and by ange's feet, a mysterious oozing hand sprouts out from the liquid -- it blindly seeks and searches for something to grab a hold on. when those fingers get a touch of the girl's shoes, the slimey digits tickle up her ankle, fully ready to tighten its grasp. )

[entreats]

[ Darn. Ange thought those dumb voices insulting them and belittling them was just some weirdass maze-exclusive, but it seems like that isn't the case for all of them.

Not that she has much time here really to try and combine this new fact with the mental image of Jinx she's already got, trying to see if it's teaching her something new-- because before Ange can say anything or even think, there's the sensation of something gripping her.

A sensation startling enough that she instinctively tries to pull her foot back, but it's too late. Something in there seems to have latched onto her, and it isn't letting go easily, not even as she tries to shake her foot loose from its grasp.

Shit-- ]

Jinx, you have to admit to it!

[ Because else it seems like they're both just going to drown here. ]

Trust me, I really don't care if you hear voices or see purple elephants on the daily! But if you keep denying it, we're screwed!

[opheliac]

But I'm not... I'm not some freak!

( and with that, the teen yelps as she feels a sharp tug coming from her lower half -- her hands clawing for literally anything to grab onto. when she peers over to ange, her eyes widen that she too is getting sucked down in whatever this goop is suppose to represent. )

Fuck, Ange!! Just... Just hang on! I'll get to ya!

( and how exactly she doesn't know, but she is trying her damnest to yank herself out of black quicksand. )

[entreats]

[ Ugh, this is so frustrating. At least it'd feel less that way if this situation was under her own control at all, but Ange knows it isn't. The only thing she had a choice in was whether to engage with this situation or not, and she chose to do so.

Seems like that's what made her make her own bed, since she can feel her leg being sucked further and further into the black substance, completely outside of her own control. If anything, struggling against it just makes it feel like she's getting submerged more quickly.

So maybe the only thing she can do here is just continue to talk, even if Ange doesn't feel really good at it. God, maybe it should've been anyone else in this situation other than her. Someone who could handle this sort of thing better, especially with Jinx. ]

What's so freakish about hearing voices?!

[ At least she does mean that.

After everything Ange has dealt with in her life, this is just about the least ridiculous thing she's ever heard of, even outside of the context of this maze. ]

I've always seen things that no one else has! [ Even if the nuance is different there between the two of them, she feels.

But screw nuance. She's trying to keep them from dying here. ]

You think I'm some freak for that?!

[opheliac]

( this might be the first time anyone has ever said there's nothing weird about hearing voices. sure, the chosen had been muttering about hearing them since they've been brought here, but they always wore such a disturbing or concerned look when it's discussed. so it led jinx to believe that hearing them is probably the most damning thing known to man.

so like ange, the girl stills from her thrusting and listens to her -- wide eyed. wait, she's been seeing things too? so it's not just a "jinx" thing? )

No! ( she finds herself exclaiming back. ) — No, I don't think you're a freak for that. I... I see 'em too. I don't think you're weird at all. Just different but I like people who are different like me.

[entreats]

[ At least Jinx seems to listen this time. Like something Ange said actually got through to the other girl.

It doesn't immediately resolve the situation, not with this black goop still being all over the place and sucking Ange in, but at least it's something. At least it's a start, and it does help make the redhead let out a breath of faint relief. ]

Then what are you so worried about?

[ After all, it's like Jinx said.

It just makes you different. What's so bad about that? ]

If you allow this place to make you feel bad about it, you're just giving in to it. And you don't seem like the type to just give up without a fight.

[opheliac]

Of course I don't give up without a fight. I'm not some weak kid who can't fend for themselves.

( she bites her lower lip in hesitation, wondering if she should say this next thing or not. )

It's just... I've lost people, alright? All 'cause of... who I am and how confused I get. I don't want it to happen again... never again.

[entreats]

Why did you lose them?

[ At least it's not curiosity that makes Ange ask this. Please, she knows better than to dig into these things at exactly the wrong time.

No, it's because she has to know the details to know how to angle what she's going to say next. Especially when she feels like this black goop will just suck her right up if she gets Jinx too upset right now. ]

Did they judge you because of it? Did they walk away?

[opheliac]

... My sister walked away from me. When I needed her the most and when everything was burning. She just... left me there.

( and she will leave it at that, because she would rather have lighting strike down on her now to elaborate what happened to the rest of her families. or maybe... just maybe, she'll open up a little more about that. but jinx doesn't see herself doing so. the past needs to stay in the past, but the one thing she's been learning the last few months is that nothing ever stays dead.

but luckily for her and ange, the black goop does seem to ease up between the both of them -- giving them more leg room to move around and not feeling so restricted. )

[entreats]

[ With the way the goop is getting a little easier to deal with, Ange finally manages to pull her leg loose from it - even if it takes a bit of strength.

Her other leg follows. Some of the black goo is still clinging to it, but the redhead steps across the darkness on the ground, right over it, until she's close to Jinx.

Close enough to reach out with a hand, continuing to hold it out to her, like she's offering it for Jinx to grab. ]

My older brother decided to ignore me sacrificing my life for him and instead ran off and married the person who killed our family.

[ Her face doesn't change one bit as she says it, like Ange can't help but hide behind the poker face, not daring to dip even one toe into the complicated emotions that lie that way.

But something in her tone twists a little bit more than the usual, betrays that there is more emotion there. ]

Older siblings can be dumb as shit.

[ It's an offer. It's Ange opening up a little, even though she hates doing so. But maybe she can show Jinx this way that stuff like this sometimes just happens to people. And it doesn't have to be your own fault, or the fault of the way that you are. ]