Another night back in the city and Jinx was still feeling off balance.
Despite walking out of "The Digital Dive Bar" Jinx wasn't drunk. No her sense of unease came from how everyone was acting lately. Worse yet none of them seemed to acknowledge they were behaving differently no matter how often everyone around them pointed it out.
"Am I any different?" She wondered out loud. A sleepy mumble from her shoulder bag was Noir's contribution to the conversation.
Of course she had just spent weeks hiking through the wilderness on her own with barely any food. That was enough to effect anyone. But she still felt like she was doing everything the way she should.
Feeling an aching need in her limbs she stretches her arms out and raced up a lamp post with skill and ease. Perching on the top she launched into space.
There was a moment of weightlessness. Her stomach flipping wildly as it tried to find purchase. When her shoes connected with the rooftop of a nearby building it settled and she felt her heart starting to pick up the pace. Fresh blood flowing in her veins began to wake up her senses.
A nice jog would help settle her troubled mind. And so she set off leaping from rooftop to rooftop with near silent landings each time. A pink haired ghost dancing among the stars.
Little did she know her performance was being observed.
[2] The streets near Tokyo Tower
Another night back in the city and Jinx was still feeling off balance.
Despite walking out of "The Digital Dive Bar" Jinx wasn't drunk. No her sense of unease came from how everyone was acting lately. Worse yet none of them seemed to acknowledge they were behaving differently no matter how often everyone around them pointed it out.
"Am I any different?" She wondered out loud. A sleepy mumble from her shoulder bag was Noir's contribution to the conversation.
Of course she had just spent weeks hiking through the wilderness on her own with barely any food. That was enough to effect anyone. But she still felt like she was doing everything the way she should.
Feeling an aching need in her limbs she stretches her arms out and raced up a lamp post with skill and ease. Perching on the top she launched into space.
There was a moment of weightlessness. Her stomach flipping wildly as it tried to find purchase. When her shoes connected with the rooftop of a nearby building it settled and she felt her heart starting to pick up the pace. Fresh blood flowing in her veins began to wake up her senses.
A nice jog would help settle her troubled mind. And so she set off leaping from rooftop to rooftop with near silent landings each time. A pink haired ghost dancing among the stars.
Little did she know her performance was being observed.