bewitchinghuntress:

“You’re Jinx, I’m sure you’ll figure out someway to get out of here, I’m neutral on all of this, so if you so desperately want out, I won’t stop you.“ tapping the end of her heel against the concrete, making a small tapping sound as Nidalee glanced down at Jinx directly now.

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         ❝ Help me out at least, kitty cat? ❞ Her
        eyes sparkled, wishing for sympathy or
        something from the huntress . The  girl
        pouted, and she hated begging, but she
        was out of options.

(Source: fxckorder)

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      A life on the run.

                                                         That’s all she’s ever known.

          A  disappointed   sigh  escaped  her  lips  when  she  walked  along
          the   halls  of  the  Piltover’s  police   department.   T'was   a   shame
          her game ended now, and even  though  she  had  once  screamed,
          “You’ll never catch me alive, coppers!”  just  for  pure comic  relief,  it
          sounded all in vain. What a shame. She had tried almost everything
          played   all   her  tricks,  but  Caitlyn’s  resistance  to  her  pleads  for
          freedom had forced Jinx to lay down all her cards.

          She pouted child childishly at the sheriff who currently had  both  her
          hands cuffed. Her magenta eyes shifted around, scanning  the  area
          for whatever deemed  useful  for  her  escape.  She  had  considered
          straight-out punching her face since her hands were cuffed in front of
          her — - not behind her ( which was, mind you, a stupid idea ), and so
          she decided she was going to pull through with it. But she had to wait
          for the right moment. Which was in

                                        three,
                                                                two,
                                                                                       one  ———— - NOW !!

                          ——————— - Smack !!

           And she made a run for it.

bewitchinghuntress:

“Am I not allowed to strike a conversation, despite your notorious reputation, Jinx?“ snickering as the huntress’ amber colored eyes glanced around their surroundings. 

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         ❝ ’m locked up, Kitty Cat. Not much to
        talk about besides wanting ’t get out. ❞
        She scratched the alabaster of her cell,
        blue nail polish fading as she kept on
        vandalizing the walls.

(Source: fxckorder)

bewitchinghuntress wants a starter.

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         ❝ Whadd'a you want? ❞