( jinx jolts awake and does her best to steady her breathing when she does. her mind instantly drives in a frantic mode, with a mixture of her own thoughts and the voices of dead that lives inside her head. the teen can't really make out what anyone is saying -- not when they're blending into a gargling mess like this. but then, she desperately pats herself before taking a hastily glance at her surroundings. if there are other people in this grain silo, jinx isn't paying no mind to them, because they're not of any interest or importance to her right now. but it does seem she is panickily searching for something.

huffing out a frustrating groan, her pinks dart down at the chicken seeds she's sitting on -- now rolling over to be on her hands and knees. the twin braided girl launches her hands to comb through the pile, seeds soaring from every direction and possibly hitting another person or hitting this enormous tin can. )

( abruptly, jinx winces as she cocks her head to the side, eyes squeezing at the screeching buzz that's tickling inside her ear. her palms slam flat against the chicken seeds with her head jerking up to pierce a glare at... nothing (at least to your character, there's nothing there). )

Shaddup! — I didn't lose it...! ... It's here. It has to be here. I know it is. And you're not helpin' me, so shaddup!!

( whether she had help or she got out on her own, jinx manages to make it on the outside. she is still picking chicken seeds out of her hair, and is gradually growing more frustrated the more she finds another in her locks. but whenever she's done plucking at her strands, jinx finally takes notice of her surroundings and her chest tightens. this... this place isn't at all zaun or piltover. there are no tall buildings she recognizes and the grass is way too green for her eyes. and the most important part? there's sun and fresh air shining on her pale skin and filling her lungs.

without realizing, her fingers cling to her left braid for comfort -- digits fiddling with a few strands. sure, jinx ran off after she shot the missile to the tower, but... she had never ventured out beyond the two cities. it's a little exciting, but she wasn't exactly prepared mentally for this.

a reminder tickles at the side of her temple and she reaches around in her back pocket for the rolled up paper. that's right, she had this before she fell. the teen unwinds the stationery to give it a proper read. it seems to be a list of all of the crimes she had committed back home and well, all sounds about right. but instead of looking appalled or confused, the girl simply tosses the paper over her shoulder and begins to venture on ahead, pushing through the crowd of people. she needs to find higher ground to get a better grasp of this place and whoever is here. because someone here has the crystal and her gear, she just needs find them and then make them regret stealing from her. )

( jinx isn't sure what's going on besides the fact the city is setting up for a party of some kind. over what? who knows and who cares? but she observes the people from afar very intensely, as if anyone amongst the crowd seem familiar or have something that belongs to her. the gemstone may be hard to spot -- it's obvious it'll be in a bag or inside of a pocket. so the only way to really search is to pickpocket once the celebration starts.

a local innocently approaches her and asks if she would like to give a helping hand with setting up the upcoming festivity. the smile twists mischievous and cruel as she pushes herself off her leaning post. it seems like jinx is going along with this local on assisting, telling them to lead the way as she tags behind. and what this local is unaware of is the teen's wandering hand fishing in her own pocket. jinx gives the two of them just enough distance to let a marble-like explosive roll to the local's direction. someone is about to get a fright of their life. )

( she can't remember when was the last time she'd seen this much food in one area. and the teen wastes no time shoving and dashing through people to grab whatever she can, then zipping off to somewhere exclusive to chow down. and jinx isn't seen to be using any sort of utensils for her meal, no matter what it is -- the girl is ripping everything apart with her bare hands and sucking off any juices leftover on her fingertips. and if her mouth is a mess, she uses her forearm to clean.

occasionally, her pink eyes dart up at anyone to decides to get close or look her way. the pupils gleam vibrantly if she meets anyone's gaze then quickly back to her meal in her hands. hopefully staying aloof and frightening will get anyone to back away from taking her food. )

a.you're getting pickpocketed. ( maybe your character is drinking and partying it up or maybe your character is on their way to chat with someone new or old. whatever they're doing, jinx is not too far behind them. her gaze is lock hard on your character's figure then down to their clothing -- searching for any pouches or bags. when jinx feels the time is right, she silently makes her way over with a hand brushing swiftly along your character. will she find something interesting? will your character notice? )

b.you're stopping the pickpocket. ( so what is this short blue haired girl doing exactly? why is she creeping so closely against others and the locals? well, the answer becomes very clear as her hand seems to be doing a quick brush in someone's clothing. and whatever she snatched out of their pockets doesn't seem to be something she is looking. how disappointing. ah, well, on to the next victim. )

(idk man. im tired. pick whatever you like to do with me here! PM me for questions. )