Devil's Tower

Who: Prissy and Jinx; Jax and Reina
What: Prissy's in the wrong place at the wrong time
When: Late afternoon?
Where: Jackals' storage shed; Reina's office
Rating: PG-13ish for violence and language
Status: In progress

( Soap run )

Who: Jinx, Pan & Senitnel
What: Random Interaction
When: Thursday, Mid-Morning
Where: The Trading Post
Rating: PG

It was two days after the evening Jinx had been locked in her room and had heard the faint sound of music coming through her barred window. She had though about going to try to find the music, but she had been oddly tired and couldn't seem to find the energy to break the lock on her door that night. She had had the most wonderful sleep though and the music had stirred her imagination into a dream about Joseph and his Amazing Technicoloured Dream Coat. She had quite enjoyed it and had wrote about it in her diary so that she wouldn't forget it.

On Wednesday morning, she had noticed there wasn't many people stirring around the Lodge, but the few that had been looked tired and talked about some wild party involving towels. She much preferred her dream, but was a little annoyed that she hadn't been allowed to attend. It didn't take much for Jinx to reason after her years of living within the Jackals that Sentinel and Jax had made it so she wouldn't go to the party. She might not have admitted that on a conscious level, but sub-consciously Jinx knew what she was and she knew why she was controlled by the two men in her life the way she was. She was not stupid after all, but she also was not in control of herself though that was something even her sub-conscious could not admit.

As such, Wednesday had been boring and she had been forced to read and play Chess the whole day. So today she had begged to go to the market, and after a while Sentinel had given in to his little sister. She had been so excited, as he hadn't let her go yet. She didn't know that it had already been found by some Jackal Guard to be a very slow day at the Trading Post, but even if she had she wouldn't have cared. It was a touch of freedom, one that was rarely hers. That didn't mean that Sentinel wasn't with her, just that it was somewhere new.

After they had made there way to the Trading Post, Jinx had started skipping from stall to stall to look at all the pretty things. The first few had been a waste of space as far as she was concerned; wheelbarrows, moonshine, and tools not being at all interesting to the young woman... at least not in this frame of mind. Finally though as she turned to the next stall her eyes found colour. Wonderful colours like the Lily Green of her mid-calf long skirt. Skipping over, with a smile lighting up her face, she gently raced out to touch the vibrant shades of clothe making up some clothing that was for sale. Though quickly her eyes found a brightly coloured man and she chirped, "Hello!"

Who: Jinx, Kahea, Sentinel, and a few more
What: Jinxy goes for a stroll
When: Tuesday morning
Where: The Lodge, then out in a meadow
Rating: R for Violence


Today had started out like any other day; a nice big breakfast, a walk around the Lodge, a visit to the library, but then Sentinel had been called to speak to Jax. Jinx wasn't exactly please when their trip into the city had been spoilt, but it was Jax, and he was allowed to ruin their plans. He was allowed to, because if for no other reason, he had been the reason they had lived in the proverbial luxury they had since the virus. Things had been rocky once in awhile, but overall life had been easy for the siblings. So when Jax had called, Jinx had bit her lip and hadn't complained.

Before Sentinel had gone to speak to Jax, he had set Jinx up with a new book outside of the office, and had told her it would just be a couple of minutes and to stay where she was. The book Sentinel had given her was Arthur Edward Waite's "The Book Of Black Magic And Of Pacts including the Rites and Mysteries of Goetic Theurgy, Sorcery and Infernal Necromancy". Usually Jinx would have been charmed by the Victorian writing style,maybe even engrossed in just how wordy an author could make an easy statement, but well she was waiting for Sentinel, Jinx found herself annoyed by it all and inpatient for it to get into the meat. So setting the book aside, she left her seat.

Originally she thought, she would just get another book, but as she entered the library, she saw how beautiful of a day it had become outside. So instead of racking through the piers of books, she ventured through the glass doors of the library and out into the day.

Slowly she drifted through the gardens and through a roughly maintained hedge. After wandering about tens minutes, she found herself in an open field that was more like a meadow. It was curious to her how much the view in front of her reminded her of imagery in many poems and stories, and she wondered if they to had visited this field. That of course was absurd, but it was an interesting thought.

Laying down amongst the long grass, she started reciting an old poem she knew by heart,

( Song of the Flower XXIII by Khalil Gibran )