The morning was grey in Zaun, as well as the day. Everything was grey and full of pollution. One could vaguely discern the sun trough all the haze in the sky; the dim disc overhead tried to send the shines to the city.
I stretched myself and yawned. Even if the morning was grey and the air tainted, Zaun was my lovely home and always full of action. Nothing was worse than boredom!
Next to my bed stood an old gramophone, which I found with some records in the garbage back in those days. I rotated the crank and put the needle on the record. No idea if it was in the proper sequence, but it worked.
The music started to play and I jumped out of my bed, took a step to the right side, a step to the left side, slued – I danced into the morning.
I don't know why dancing makes me so happy. The desire for dancing reaches back to my childhood, when I was a young girl. While I still remember the life I lived outside from Zaun, I don't want to think about it. This is the part I hate about my past.
Humming the melody of this cheery music, I shooed graceful into the bathroom. Quickly I brushed my curly hair, which laid on the floor. It was to long for my height. Every time I washed it, it felt like I died. My hair hates me, but I love it. I guess I can't help it, although it broke my neck.
Back in my childhood, my sister was always there to help me with my hair. She loved my hair and to wash and brush it because hers was always pretty short.
Though one day that stupid girl ran away from home. Years later, I left my home, too. There were several reasons, I couldn't list them all. Just one was crucial: I wanted to join the league to be a champion!
I did everything to instantiate that wish. I lost my appearance, the colour of my eyes and my hair. My liberty. Until the day Mister Hammerman appeared. He released me.
Since then, I lived my life the way I do now, with my own rules and laws, some may call it anarchy. But I became homesick.
The water pattered on my body and I took a deep breath. Oh Piltover, you foolish, dull nest. Why on earth was I born exactly there? Still … my second birth was here, in Zaun. It was much better than being born like every other child, I didn't have to fight my way into the world.
"Well, let's stroll around the black market once more and buy some freaky new things!" I told Fishbones and laughed. I found several new parts for my toys on the black market and some smashing things I could need in general. Everything for the loudest bangs, the most beautiful shots and the biggest chaos. Piltover and my sister would like it. For sure.
Welcome to my first fanfiction write in English. Special thanks to my dear friend, who translated it better than me. Okay, this fanfiction based on the really nice theory named "Jinx is Orianna". The cover was taken from Terina-art (deviantart). Just take a look on her beautiful arts (: