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"Oh don't be such a grump." Jinx scolded, her painted finger tips wrapped around her hair brush. The bristles gently combed through Vi's reddish pink hair, growing more glossy with every stroke "you don't need to be so stiff."
Vi didn't respond. She's been to quiet as of late. Only the echoes of the abandoned ventilation shaft softly ricocheting against her floors, and the disappoving mutters of Milo and Clagger behind her.
"I've missed brushing your hair." She admitted quietly, pausing to set down the brush, slipping a neon pink bead onto a lock before beginning to weave the tiny strands together. "It's so soft..." She muttered weakly, slipping a blue bead into the braid, fingers continuing to twist
The whispers got louder, her ears straining against her will to listen though she couldn't make out the words. They were angry and sharp and hot, simmering on the back stove and steaming the air. "Will you guys shut up?" Jinx grit, gripping the tiny braid to whip her head around. Milo and Clagger disappearing in a neon flash. "She's fine!" She growled "you should be happy she's back!" Her nose scrunching eyes alert and wide. Her head snapped around to her vanity, Claggar scowling disapprovingly. "You're a bunch of babies!" She snappes defensively, forcing herself to focus on finishing the braid, hunching over her sister.
She slipped the tiny metal band between her fingers, completing the braid. "See, sis? It wasn't so-" the pink braid snapped off Vi's scalp.
Jinx drew a shaky breath, expression tightening. Her brows furrowed. "Ungrateful. you're ungreatful!" Throwing the frayed braid across the floor. The beads hit metal fans, echoing across the walls, down the vast ancient tunnels. It was to quiet now. Like the vents were breathing around her, slow and heavy and old.
Jinx drew a deep breath, rattling wetly in her lungs.
"Powder?"
Neon blurred her vision, she's never whipped around so fast. "Vi?" Her voice weak, sharp, desperate.
Only silence followed. The seat her sister rested in was still.
"Come on, talk to me." She pleaded, wet and rough "You can't be the only one who won't talk to me. That's not allowed!" her foot violently hitting the ground with a sharp metallic echo. "Talk! Do it again!"
Jinx moved swiftly, darting twords Vi and pushing the chair to turn.
The chair creaked, Vi's stiff form jostling violently in the battered chair. Her powder blue eyes just as empty and shallow as when Jinx took her home. Her once soft chest now still and frozen, her face waxy and dull. All warmth gone to the roof top Jinx picked her up from, washed away in the thick green breeze.
Vi looked rough, bullet wounds wrapped in deep red gauze, jaw slightly slack, and neck bent in a way that would cause aches, nails painted pink and blue to hide discoloration before it started, she still had some dried blood splatter flaked against her clothes, (Jinx made quick work of the blue haired girl)
Neon and candle light lit her dead face.
"Fine. Keep quiet. At least I have one less moron yapping in my ear." She grumbled before turning behind her, slumping backward shouting into the tunnels "unlike some people!" Mylo flashing in the corners of her vision. Her jaw tightened.
With a thick swallow, jinx dragged her feet forward, angry and thumping, determined. She plopped herself in her sisters lap. Vi's thighs hard and cold. She wrapped her legs around her waist. "I'll wait as long as it takes." She whispered.
