Jinx was angry. Not her usual, aggro self; she was more angry than usual. Her client owed her a large sum of money, and it was three days overdue. She stomped into a large hotel building where her client resided, flung the door open, and stormed up to the receptionist. "Where is Mark Murphy?" The blonde haired receptionist stared at her and pretended as if the man didn't exist. "There's no Murphy here, ma'am," she said with a couple stutters at the mention of the name. Jinx's eyes flashed red and scanned the receptionist's face, and momentarily after the scan Jinx knew she was lying. Grabbing the woman by the hem of the shirt violently, she yanked her over to where she was inches away from her face. "I will ask [i]one[/i] more time, where is-" Jinx spun around in a millisecond as she heard the sound of footsteps descending the stairs. She looked to see who it was, and it was Murphy. 

After releasing her grip on the receptionist, she menacingly walked over to Murphy who just began to notice her. He alerted the muscle that stood next to him to open fire. As he reached for his gun, Jinx blasted the body guard with powerful rays from her eyes, leaving him unconscious and leaving Murphy with no one to help him. He stood, frozen in fear, as Jinx approached him, her pupils burning like magma. "Where. Is. My. [i]Money[/i]."