Tags: Jinx, Humor

The blue-haired teenager slouches down on her seat as Jinx dully observes the minute hand of the clock tonelessly drag itself against the white dial on the wall at the speed of a mortally wounded snail. The repetitive ticking sound of the infernal device and the annoying clicking of the secretary's fingers against the keys of his hex-tech keyboard the only signs of life other than the female troublemaker's occasional sigh in this utterly depressing, empty waiting room.

'Was that how foodstuffs felt when trapped inside the refrigerator by themselves,' the blue-haired rebel suddenly wonders as Jinx's fingertips start drumming against the surface of her uncomfortable, plastic chair. 'Was that why food sometimes went bad? Not because time had passed, but because it slowly deteriorated out of sheer boredom? Because then why didn't the same thing happen to the fat, dusty tomes that nobody bothered reading at the library? Did the inner minds of different inanimate objects work in different ways, perhaps?

Maybe the books were too educated to let themselves simply deteriorate, maybe the old tomes quizzed each other and carried out long philosophical conversations about boring stuff when Valoran High was closed for the night.' The unhinged teenager seriously ponders.

The arrival of someone abruptly disturbs Jinx's hopscotch of thoughts, magenta-colored orbs excitably darting towards the new unidentified boredom outlet with something akin to hope. But Vi just regards the other troublemaker in the room with apparent distaste and the blue-haired teenager instantly notes the presence of a new small bruise decorating the left cheek of the gloomy pinkette as Vi proceeds to take a seat as far away as possible from the female teen maniac.

Jinx pouts, the drumming of her hand slowly evolving into an actual band concert. The rhythmic tapping of the purple-eyed girl's foot against the floor and the occasional snapping of her pearly white jaws also mixing in with the irritating pounding of the cheap plastic chair in order to create a cacophony of random, utterly annoying sounds. Poor bored Jinx even goes as far as murmuring some jumbled lyrics for her undoubtedly very intriguing song. The half-chewed words being unintentionally emphasized by the irritating sound of Jinx's teeth clicking together and the breathless tone that is barely escaping from the throat of the blue-haired menace due to her various, rapid consecutive actions.

"Mon- *click* -key boy fl- *clink*-y away, dood- *click* -ling and screamin *clank* -ng, A-and a- *clank* rock on, SHOUT!"

"Please, shut the fuck up!" Vi finally snarls unable to tolerate Jinx's free spirit for even another split second, and the male secretary pauses for a moment in order to clear his throat and shoot Vi a scorching, irritated glare, before the seemingly ceaseless clicking of quick typing unceremoniously continues. Jinx surprisingly enough actually obeys Vi's shouted command. The blue-haired lunatic just hides her face in her hands and promptly starts sniffling loudly.

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A minute passes and then another one, Jinx's sniffling mixing with the male secretary's hex-tech keyboard noises.

...

Vi grumbles, suddenly torn between apologizing to a crying person that she dislikes and spending the next hour or so until she is allowed to see the principal in the entourage of Jinx's pitiful whines.

Well, it wasn't her fault for once! The usually friendly and easygoing pinkette silently seethes. Jinx was the one making noise in the waiting room! The fucking secretary should have reprimanded Jinx, before the pale freak had made her lose her temper.

The wet hitching sounds that are coming from the crying pale girl gradually intensify, however, all the while the troublesome female student keeps sobbing with her face held in a near death grip. And as the minutes keep ticking by, even a brash and confident person like Vi soon starts feeling bad for making the other teenager cry like a lost toddler in a parking lot…

The remorseful pinkette takes a deep breath to calm her nerves and then sighs in bitter defeat.

'The world is truly a very unfair place.' Vi decides.

"Look… Jinx… I.. I might have acted a bit harshly towards you, just now. You were being annoying, of course, but that's not something new and I should have gotten used to it by now. Sooo.. what I'm trying to say is that.. I.. Look! I am sorr-!"

As if by some miracle the pitiful sobs completely stop in a heartbeat and Jinx removes her face from her palms. No shed tears or red irritated skin are presently visible around her glinting amethyst eyes. The blue-haired maniac of Valoran High then proceeds to flash a wide, happy smile at the pale delicate appendages that Jinx is oh so reverently holding in front of her grinning face.

"Thank you, Finger-Friends! You always know how to cheer me up! You ten do the best hugs ever!"

With no small amount of cold exasperation Vi suddenly notices that Jinx has for some reason painted smiley faces on her fingertips with thick colored markers. The suspiciously oblivious troublemaker then turns her head In order to address her moody classmate with an azure-colored eyebrow pitched in question.

"Did you say something, Fat Hands?"

The rebellious pinkette doesn't reply, but merely curses under her breath and turns to glare at the opposite wall agitatedly instead.

"I think that 'ol Fat Hands over there might be in dire need of a hug, too, Finger-Friends. Let's give her one!" Jinx surreptitiously shout-whispers at her painted fingers in a not so inconspicuous tone.

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Much shouting and feminine screeching occurs and the havoc of hasty footsteps echoes across the nearly empty hallway when Principal Camille abruptly pokes her head out of the door of her luxurious office.

"What in Heimer's name is happening here?" The stern principal irritably asks Viktor, the school's antisocial secretary and the gruff cyborg instantly responds with his weird metal-tinted voice whilst all of the modified man's three appendages resume punching keyboard keys and replying to hex-mails at a truly ridiculous, breakneck speed.

"From what I gathered Miss Vi and Miss Jinx were in the middle of testing a completely new method of embracing that involves only a diminutive amount of body contact. Miss Jinx, the daring pioneer of that new, surfacing field of dehumanized affection expressed her strong desire to allow Vi to experience the affects of said method and enjoy its guaranteed benefits. Student Vi on the other hand generously revealed to her classmate and apparently also trusted colleague another effective alternative way to revitalize this ingenious method by means of bare knuckles to skin contact. Miss Vi attempted to test her hypothesis that knuckle hugs are superior to palm hugs on her loyal, albeit certainly unconvinced partner.

Miss Jinx replied: Catch me if you can, Fat Hands! Possibly attempting to motivate student Vi to uncover even greater scientific discoveries and exceed her intellectual limits, before the two of them raced away, most likely towards their private laboratory in order to continue their miraculous work and conduct more world-invigorating experiments."

Camille intently examines the augmented, metal man's face for a few moments, the principal's strict aquamarine orbs thoughtfully observing her dear secretary's stony, metal visage.

"You are just being a jerk and messing with me because I refused to give you a pay raise, aren't you, Viktor?"

The silently typing cyborg neither denies nor confirms Camille's rude accusation. Viktor merely stares at the frowning principal as his synthetic arm deftly grabs a mug full of lukewarm coffee and brings it near his imposing silver mask. Seconds later a tiny hole opens and an even smaller metal straw crawls out of the little hole before the straw is quietly submerged into the murky depths of the lukewarm, fragrant, brown liquid.

*Sluuuuuuuuuuuuurp* Is Viktor's only audible reply.