video; @anonymous | THIS IS MY FIGHT SONG (take back my paint song)

[wrenchedup]

Wrench: green
Jinx: blue
Sharon: Orange

[ The feed turns on (yes, he still claims to be anonymous even on video) and already there’s some noise in the background. Looked like it was Jinx and Sharon engaged in some kind of one-sided battle. Sharon is busy trying to snatch a paintbrush out of Jinx's hand, her cheeks puffed up in visible frustration, lips pursed. When it's clear she's not going to get it back, she steps back, picks up a small bucket of paint, dips her fingers in, and then flicks the color at the other girl before sticking her tongue out childishly. Whether Wrench was or was not aware that they were fighting or one of them was fighting and the other of them was confused about it was out for debate. Speaking of Wrench! Two LED eyes pop up from the bottom of the screen real close. ]

Helloooo trenchies!! [ in one big swooping motion that might have almost hit the both of them which he quietly apologizes for shortly after. He swings wildly between being dramatic and being serious enough to give someone whiplash if they weren’t used to it. A moment. Wrench takes a step back, okay a few more steps, aaaaaand a couple more. There we are. ]

Tis I, your friendly– er, your neighborhood, uh, Wrench. And I need your help! Or, uh, I guess I’m just announcing some shit with these two cool cats. [ He shrugged and Sharon gave an awkward wave, pulling her attention away from Jinx. ]

Found this place in Willful Machine. Fixin’ it up to be a kinda work and live space for all you techy engineer and programmer types if you’re interested. [ Cause he’ll use it anyway so whatevs] Come on by, share resources or work on some shit with other people. First, though. Gotta make it look fuckin’ cool.

[ Jinx rolls her eyes at this and without a word, she gathers up to her feet and storms off somewhere off screen – yanking a bucket with her to go as far away from the two of them as possible to paint. Wrench takes a moment to watch this but returns his attention to the camera. ]

[ Sharon takes a moment to step up next to Wrench, shooting Jinx a short look as she sulks away, visibly confused but trying not to draw too much attention to the tension ] There's plenty of shit here to decorate with if you want to come by and help. And I've also brought snacks, so... Free food!

Oh, yeaaaaaah! Free food. How noble! [The sarcasm in her tone is enormously thick, not even the toughest of knives can cut through. ] It’s important to include everyone, right? Make sure no one starves out here.

[ And Sharon just sighs deeply (like a bitch (: ) hoo boy. never a dull moment here, right? ] Soooo yeah! Come by. Help us make shit cool.

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[fogsong]

[ The reaction catches her by surprise but the intimidation tactics, the volatility of her actions, only manages to get Sharon's expression to cool, gaze turning icy. She knows that Jinx is afraid, that this anger comes from fear, but it also hurts just a little. Sharon had told Jinx she'd loved her in that same conversation; she had given to Jinx what she doesn't give to most people and Jinx didn't see that.

She breathes in deeply, calming herself, and lets it out in a short puff of air before she leans down to Jinx's level, lips close to her ears. ]

If I hadn't wanted you to know about him, Jinx, I wouldn't have brought him up when I did. That was me telling you about him. [ She pulls back, lips pulled down in a look of hurt. She's not good at this. Fuck. She has to breathe in deeply again. ] I don't know how to talk about myself, okay? I spent nine years before I came to this place having to be anyone else in the world but myself. It took me six months here before I even dared to hope someone was my friend.

[ Is this the kind of stuff you wanted to hear about, Jinx? She's definitely rambling at this point. ] I don't know how I would ever bring up being head-over-heels for someone. And, after Chizuru, it felt... shitty of me to even think about talking to you about it.

So fucking there. [ She's now going to angrily get back to her Wrench painting and just. Huff. Huff. ]

[opheliac]

( she is trying to keep her composure, to maintain the statue of the fighter that she is. but the more sharon spoke, the weaker her tough stance becomes. pink tears are forming at her eyes and the fists while tight as rocks, they crumble with each passing syllable. sharon is right about one thing, definitely. all of this is out of fear. and it's so rottenly contagious to her and it infects everything she tries to hold dear.

again, as always, this all blows up in her face. and while the other storms off to her wrench painting, jinx remains completely still and silent -- unable to stop her tears from dripping off her cheeks. squeezing her eyes tight, the teen is realizing now that she's just... bad with people and she really should just stay away from them before all she will have left are enemies. )

( so with a sniff (doing her damnest to not let it be heard), jinx forces herself to walk on the opposite side from the two of them. she'll just quietly paint and then later, she'll just dip. )