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Post by jinxari on Nov 23, 2009 21:59:06 GMT -5
Everyone's always paid witness to the new kid in the class, or the foreign exchange student with the exotic features.
Jinxari's different in the sense that you don't see the kindly Arabian child with the shy smile on his face, or the spoiled Italian kid who thinks he runs the place. No - in Jinxari you see nothing. This isn't mainly because his face is shrouded in a screen of black from his hood, no. Not at all. But because your imagination flips through whatever you think his expression could possibly be. Is he withdrawn? Is he the sophisticated kid who's lost everything in his life? Or does he look upon every single living thing in the classroom like an insect waiting to get squashed?
I suppose you'll have to nut up, and find out.
Jinxari enters Hermes cabin, peering around the room and taking careful notice of all the disrepair he sees.
He makes his way towards the corner where he sets down a single, deep-black leather bag. From his attire one could easily assume he came from a portal to the past, but this is all seemingly irrelevant. He's the newcomer. The Fuckin' New Guy. No one knows jack about him and perhaps he intends to keep it that way. For now? He takes his perch against the wall. Arms crossed, and blankly watching the eerie, light layer of icy mist creep across the floor from under his cloak.
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Post by Nerissa Bywater on Nov 23, 2009 22:11:57 GMT -5
Hayley Poplawski was not in a good mood.
For one thing, she'd had to lead three new souls to Hades today. For another thing, the situation withi Libitina was rapidly getting worse. And finally, there was a long rip in the skirt of her dress and she was trying to hold it closed so that people wouldn't see the somewhat-rotted part of her leg. She didn't go into Hermes cabin often, not really desired there, but Hayley had lost her sewing kit, and Luminita had offered hers. It was either get it, or have a really annoying and revealing tear.
Traipsing along in the darkness and trying not to stumble over the occasional rock, stick, or tree nymph (they could be bitchy at times), Hayley saw the U-shape of the cabins up ahead and picked up her pace somewhat.
Climbing up the stairs and pushing open the door, Hayley did not notice the newcomer at first. She simply went over to Luminita's bunk and pulled the girl's bag out from underneath it, rifling through it to find the blue box she had said it was in.
Extricating it from where it was wedged underneath a book on overcoming one's fear of the dark, or something of that nature, Hayley stood, and finally noticed the person in the corner. She raised an eyebrow. Never seen him before.
"...Hello?"
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Post by jinxari on Nov 23, 2009 22:24:48 GMT -5
Jinxari's movements were subtle, but there.
His hood shifted and turned to face her, the essence of a deathly stare present.
His crossed arms only tightened, as he continued to focus his gaze at the girl. He blinked, his crystalline sulfur eyes began glowing dimly, only enough to be seen through the thick shade covering his face. He nods, acknowledging her presence here.
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Post by Nerissa Bywater on Nov 23, 2009 22:32:10 GMT -5
Hayley frowned. She'd met someone else who seemed as disposed towards silence as she was. However, her curiosity wasn't going to be swayed, even if the feel of his gaze was somewhat off-putting. There was an aura around him that reminded Hayley of herself.
Kneeling back down, Hayley began to puck Luminita's bag back in order. Trying to fit all the books and pieces of clothing back in, and certain she was going to hear a mouthful about how messy it was later, she commented, "You're new here, aren't you?"
Standing and brushing off her dress with one gloved hand, she advanced slowly towards him between the rows of bunks. "I'm Hayley Poplawski. And you are...?"
The question dangled in the waiting air.
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Post by jinxari on Nov 23, 2009 22:40:11 GMT -5
Jinxari peered cautiously as she approached, not giving an inch.
His cloak seemed to have caught nonexistant wind and glided around, one fold of the full-circle fabric pulled back over his shoulder, revealing his undergarment.
a gloved hand, bearing intricate gauntlet-fingers pointed towards an Orange armband, which once observed closely is indeed the logo on the Camp Shirt, torn off of said shirt and wrapped around his arm.
He obviously bears animosity towards having to dress differently.
After he lowers his armored digited hand, and nudging his cloak back to fold around him. He speaks, his deep, stereo-toned Basso voice resonating across the cabin.
"My name is Jinxari Xarkana. And yes, I'm "new", here."
His voice is unnerving, a monotoned, deep pitch belonging to the overtone, whilst accompanied by an underlying malevolent whisper of sorts.
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Post by Nerissa Bywater on Nov 23, 2009 22:58:18 GMT -5
Shifting her weight to her other foot, Hayley nodded briskly. "Have you been claimed yet? As in, do you know who your god parent is?"
She eyed him up and down. Way to look really creepy. Sitting down on a nearby bunk, Hayley popped the box open and pulled out a spool of black thread and a needle. Threading it, she said to Jinxari, "I hope you don't go entirely insane from being in this cabin. Most do. You'll understand why shortly when the rest of them come back from...I don't know. I think Aimée's having the rest of the cabin do a late-night foot race, or whatever."
Lapsing back into silence, Hayley drew her attention away from him as she began to sew the rip shut with a running stitch. It wasn't the best way to do it, but she'd make it stronger later.
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Post by jinxari on Nov 23, 2009 23:08:21 GMT -5
Jinxari focused on her for a short while before turning his attention to his leather sack. As he turns around to kneel - his back facing Hayley - two weapons are visible on his back that were hidden in the darkness but a moment ago.
On one side is a scythe of abnormal shape. Appearing like that of a wraith's weapon.
On the other was clearly a sword, but the hilt was wrapped in the same material as his cloak. The hilt was ebon, like the rest of his garment. On the end of it held tightly in place by "Fangs" was a blood red gem that gleamed furiously in any light.
As he bent down the dim shimmer of light in the cabin illuminated the blade of the scythe, revealing it's incredibly sharp edge.
He rummages through his pack idly, taking out a small felt pouch and securing it to his belt.
Once done, he rises back and takes his place with his back against the wall again.
"Erebus." he said before his figure nearly entirely faded into the shadows cast into the corner.
All that's visible anymore is the thin layer of mist creeping across the cabin floor, and the occasional soft lighting shift as his cloak sways subtly by unknown means.
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Post by Nerissa Bywater on Nov 23, 2009 23:23:45 GMT -5
Hayley paused for a minute. Of all the gods, that was the last she'd been expecting. However, she was soon distracted from that line of thought by stabbing herself sharply in the finger with a needle. It was strange that, although Hayley was undead, she oculd still feel pain - she just didn't bleed.
I guess that's what I get for trying to sew in the dark. Leaning over, Hayley reached for a light switch on the wall and flicked it on, letting her see now Jinxari's weapon.
"...Practical."
Eyebrow still raised, Hayley returned to her sewing.
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Post by jinxari on Nov 23, 2009 23:55:12 GMT -5
Jinxari lapsed into a state of inattention, staring blankly across the room in a near-meditative trance.
His expression - though unseen - is a vacant one. Nonetheless his dark, malevolent presence still fills the air. Now that there's light in the room the strange texture of his cloak can be made out. As heavy as the material looks to be the cloak flows as if it was merely a thin cape.
There can be small trails of black smoke seen rising off him.
The occasional quiet clink of the metal plating on his fingers clicking together can be heard, but for a while, as if intently watching the sun rise, he stands entirely still.
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Post by Nerissa Bywater on Nov 24, 2009 16:30:44 GMT -5
Paying Jinxari no mind for some time, Hayley focused on her sewing, frowning and stabbing herself in the finger a few more times. This sucks.
Raising her eyes from her work temporarily, Hayley glanced over at the cain's other occupant, who still hadn't moved or said much. He seemed as socially withdrawn as she was, and Hayley wasn't sure if she liked him or not. It was easy for her to remain ambivalent, although the silent watchfulness was beginning to irk her a bit.
Letting her eyes fall back to her sewing, Hayley asked him, "So, how did you get here?"
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Post by jinxari on Nov 24, 2009 16:40:03 GMT -5
And now a mere sample of his abilities are witnessed.....
Jinxari replies with no words whatsoever, he merely waves his hand in the air in front of him nonchalantly.
A whispering hurl of ebon smoke flies out of the cabin, and a short distance away, manifests into a visual likeness of him, only entirely made of the smoke, whereas he has at least a tad more of a Physicality to him. The apparition approaches the cabin after a vague recreation of a Councilor walks off. He stares at his shirt and tears the logo from it, wrapping it around his right bicep before approaching the door, the phantom's shadow is cast inside as if it was another individual coming close.
The door opened silently, full-swing with but a simple tap from his hand.
He walked in, looking around before going to the spot Jinxari is now. The phantom merges with his body and the smoke dissipates.
Jinxari turns his hood to Hayley, with an invisibly cocked brow inquiring if that sated the curiosity.
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Post by Nerissa Bywater on Nov 24, 2009 17:33:22 GMT -5
Hayley frowned at him. "Okay, you walked," she responded, a bit of irony in her tone. "Here's a better question, how did you know you needed to be here?"
Almost at the end of the rip now, Hayley quickly finished it and bit the thread, tying the knot. Taking off the extra length of thread from the needle, she put it and the thread back int the box before snapping it shut.
Good, he hasn't bothered to say anything about how I look yet. Of course, I think we're almost in the same boat.
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Post by jinxari on Nov 24, 2009 18:07:20 GMT -5
Jinxari's hood once again shifted back in her direction right as it was turning to stare towards the door.
"I had no... way of 'knowing'. Instead - I suppose I just felt I should."
Jinxari trying his best to cover up his true purpose of being here, as he's used to being bluntly honest even at the misfortune of others.
"I suppose I can only wait and see just how long I'll be able to tolerate this place."
He glances up at both his Scythe and his Ninjaken suggestively before his gaze falls back to the ground.
The mist creeping along the floor has just now reached Hayley's feet, the chilly mist forming small bits of hoar frost along the ground he's stood for a while, the concentration forming crystals.
He shifted slightly, breaking the frost around him on a whim.
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Post by Nerissa Bywater on Nov 24, 2009 18:55:15 GMT -5
"Okay then," Hayley remarked bluntly, standing up. She headed back to Luminita's bunk, stowing the sewing kit away in the bag, before returning to talk to Jinxari. She wasn't done with her questions yet, and he inrigued her.
"So. Why do you carry around the scythe? And the sword. I mean...do you take them everywhere?" Way to stumble over words. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to."
An uncomfortable silence followed. Hayley looked down at her gloves, picking at a loose thread.
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Post by jinxari on Nov 24, 2009 22:30:15 GMT -5
Jinxari's hood, yet again. Shifts in her direction.
"These weapons are as much a part of me as I am of them. Going somewhere without them would be like leaving home without an arm and a leg."
He pauses for a moment, contemplating the consequences of this statement, and fails to see any harm in it, so he proceeds.
He gazes towards the ground. "The steel was forged in an alloy of a certain metal, and my own blood." "When I say they're part of me I mean it."
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