[h2][color=8dc73f]Jinx Haven[/color][/h2]
[@Jin of Mana] & [@Hippo AF]

Jinx sighed lowering her hands and began scratching her skin as Jin began to speak, then looked over at the buckets on the porch that he mentioned. After taking two, she  turned following after Jin, and giving a sly smirk at Draco,"[color=8dc73f]So just me and two lonely renegades trying to escape your pasts. What a story we make.[/color]"

Hey should I be worried that these two will try something? I mean they are being hunted...No come on..let's not be too judgmental, you ain't no saint either. Remember that strip club...and the can-opener. Jinx dropped one of the buckets, her eyes widening,"[color=8dc73f]Whoops..silly me! Hahaha so..um..nice uh property you got here.[/color]"

Jinx shook her head, when suddenly the lake came into view and she headed forward, half-tempted to jump in, aside from the fact she had no spare clothes. She turned to Jin, dropping the bucket down so she could take off her backpack and scythe."[color=8dc73f]You wouldn't happen to have some spare clothes by the way? I only have this outfit..which definitely needs a wash.[/color]"

She picked at her sweater and jeans, wondering when was the last time she gave her clothes an actual wash. Probably the last time she ate. She never really understood what true poverty was like back in Alfheim. Even if costs were low, turnips were always there. On her travels the funds grew lower and lower, and the profits for helping out lost souls also died down. When it was truly gone she tried selling some of her maps, but no library felt they needed new ones. Regardless of the good reviews she received, her career choice seemed unwanted. If it wasn't for her 'condition' she would have died of starvation and hypothermia years ago. Well that thought process went dark didn't it. It's fine. One day you will earn it back! Hopefully.