[He made absolutely no effort to keep her arm, expecting that she could and would keep to her feet with the press of people and music all around her. This was the environment she lived in, and while he kept his office relatively quiet, the boom of a base was never too far away from the floor boards. He was in no hurry to cross the floor, allowing her ample opportunity to cause some trouble.
However, he did follow all the same, picking out an open games table for them to eventually make their way to. His hands were tucked into his jacket pockets as he approached leisurely, and the confused discomfort of the bartender was plainly obvious. She was rather drunk already, so of course she'd be going for terrorizing someone. That was so normal he didn't even blink at it.
Still, he came up behind her as she rested against the bar, his expression that of a patient parent with their drunken naughty child.]
I'll have a whiskey to unwind, and my daughter will have a bellini in the biggest fishbowl of a glass that you have. It will, at least, keep her hands occupied for ten minutes.
[ the anxious barkeep exchange glances between the duo, unsure what to make of them until silco clarified their relationship. for family, they look nothing alike, but the man dare not to question their likeness. and what did he mean by keeping her hands occupied? what... would happen if they were free? well, it's not in his job description to ask, and hopefully not to worry over. so the man clears her throat with a nod and scurries off more to the left to mix their drinks.
jinx resumes her corny smile and then peers over her shoulder to her father. it's a good thing he is here to order for the both of them, because if she was handed a menu, she wouldn't be able to make heads or tails of the printing. the teenager lifts an arm high above her hand, then stupidly slams her palm to the empty stool cushion next to her. ]
[He cast a side-eyed look at Jinx for her smile as the barkeep went off to arrange for their drinks. He was going to need to get some food into her soon enough, knowing that he had the capacity to carry her home if he needed to but wouldn't have the adrenaline like last time. Besides, he doubted she even knew he had done that, unwilling to leave such an important task to anyone else. He surrounded himself with massive bodyguards so he didn't have to carry things, but his daughter... that would always be a responsibility that he would take seriously.
He regarded her with the same parental patience of someone who had endured these kinds of antics for many years and had come to accept them as part and parcel of his child. He eased himself onto the stool once she had finished slapping it and reached over the counter to grab one of the menus that he saw peeking up a corner.]
[ she gets overly giddy when silco takes the seat next to her, enough that she's doing a little dance over him accepting her invitation. when he has the menu in hand, jinx cranks her neck to take peep despite the words are jumbling into one big cluster of a mess. the squid does sound appetizing, and instead giving her father a full answer, she plants her head against his shoulder. ]
I wanna eat rich.
[ jinx says finally in a soft and relaxing tone. ]
... Like this world is entirely ours with no one telling us what to do or how to do it, and no one can ever hurt us again. So... squid's good, if it's fancy.
[His expression did not change when Jinx danced around near him, pretending to only be focusing on the menu. He did not like having his back to so many strangers, and he was still getting used to being out in the open regularly. The normal faire of people that had him on their bucket list to murder were down to a small handful, so he could be out more freely. Besides, new city and his daughter would definitely murder someone for touching him, so he was fine to be here.
He snorted softly at her claim to eat rich. There were far more high-end establishments than this that would serve far better quality food. Still, this would have to do as he wasn't going to carry her to fine dining. She would definitely throw food at someone, and he would be hard pressed not to laugh. He had his reputation to consider.]
That will be true soon enough, Jinx. For now, we will eat like that is already our lives. They have no reason to stop us.
[Besides, this was a good opportunity to size up the competition for when he brought in the Last Drop and barred the sister from it. Not that she'd listen. Anyway.]
HA! — A birdie told me Jerry might be... [ she uses her index finger to demonstrate the illusion of someone slicing a throat with a skkrt sound effect to go along with it. ] — Jinxie hasn't seen him around lately. And when I chatted with Raggie sometime ago, he hadn't heard from him either, and he's the one who blew 'em all up!
[ it's a little strange, to say the least, but she has her own little theory about his disappearance. does she believe he will show up eventually? oh, most certainly. but until he does, she should wreak havoc while the getting is good. ]
Definitely not fair in my eyes. I'm starting to think the council just doesn't like girls who have a brain between their ears.
A temporary reprieve from his usual interferences, or they will employ someone new. After all, Jerry is about as real as the rest of this place. [He recalled what Levi told him privately about Jerry's shift in appearance, which only built the narrative that they were all being held here as some kind of silly hostage experiment. He didn't mind much, as he had enough freedoms to do most of what he wanted to.] We should consider his lack of enforcer presence as a boon.
[It also made him want to see what would happen if someone blatantly began to break things again. How would the Council summon those that resisted? Perhaps it was time to test the boundaries of this place to see if Jerry's disappearance was truth or an illusion.]
I have the impression the Council doesn't like anyone who can't adhere to their rules. Perhaps they will loosen up now that the brute had done his job.
[ right as she opens her mouth to speak, the barkeep returns to them with their requested drinks. and as promised, a glass of whiskey for him and a big fishbowl-like glass of some fruity drink for her. at the sight, jinx slams both of her palms onto the bar counter, then gasps with exaggeration. the poor man startles at her sudden excitement and even stumbles back a bit before regaining his footing again. ]
This... looks... amazing!!
[ with a high pitch squeal, she does a small jig in her seat in celebration while reaching something in her back pocket. is she going to give him a tip? at least, that's what he is hoping for. the night's been pretty rough on his end, and he could use some good fortune. but luck won't be on his side tonight as she fishes out some lint and drops it onto the table. the bartender blinks once, twice, then peers up at the girl in extreme confusion. and jinx holds the gaze back, meeting the same expression. ]
What? You can do a lot with cotton lint. Like making fire when you're out of matches. Trust me, you'll thank me when you're stranded.
[ and with that, the teenager dives in her drink -- sipping the juice so fast through the straw. as for the man, he looks extremely depressed as he stretches over to take the offer... ]
[Silco's reaction was the usual sedate one, though he watched his daughter put on overly enthusiatic show for the barkeep. He would have to keep an eye on her for the night on how she interacted with them man and perhaps make a job offer in the future if Jinx taken a keen liking to tormenting him in her usual way. She needed a barkeep to make her drinks and be absolutely obtuse about how to handle her antics.
He picked up his drink and swirled the amber liquid unnecessarily as he watched Jinx hand over some pocket lint. The corner of his lip twitched in amusement, and he left it for the barkeep to take the lint as if it was some kind of offering.
In true dichotomy fashion, he set down enough currency to pay for both of their drinks and a healthy tip for the man.]
An order of calamari as well. [He turned to Jinx sucking away at her massive drink.] Come, Jinx, pick a game tables and we shall enjoy ourselves.
[ the man's spirit lifts at the currency on the table, looking over at silco with gratitude twinkling in his eye. maybe when it's just the two of them, he will express how much this amount actually means to him during his tiring times. but for now, he nods to him obediently and hurries off to put in the order.
meanwhile with jinx, the hastily sips immediately sting to her temples -- a new spark wave of alcoholic buzz to recloud her already hazy mind. her good influence friends would advise her to slow down, and to take it easy. but this is a "i want to forget" kind of night, to dull all of her heartaches and insecurities until she can't recall why she was so upset in the first place. when silco regains her attention again, jinx nods in agreement and scoops the enormous drinking glass with both hands. there's no way she is leaving this baby behind. the girl skids off the stool in a light fumble before cocking her head to one side at the empty pool table nearby. ]
Mmm, that one!
[ and without any delay, jinx scurries on over -- nearly bumping into a stranger in which she rudely blares out,"hey, move it!!" then continues on. the man eyes the teenager, but says nothing -- returning to converse with his other drinking buddies. so far, so good with the "no causing trouble" department. ]
[Silco knew that look, and he was not above capitalizing on it either. It wasn't stealing the competition if he could just plain offer better and seal that loyalty to remain with him in the future as well. This was just the start, and he would see what this one was really made of if nothing better came his way once he 'prayed' to the 'gods' about getting his own little taste of home back. He'd been thinking about it for a month or so, and now that he was established, he could consider expansion.
For now though, he pushed off of leaning on the bar to follow his daughter away to one of the games tables of her choice. He had promised to school her in the ways of games, even though she too had been raised in a bar and probably had many exposures to such things. Her drunkenness would either make it easier or harder for him, and that remained to be seen once she had decided on a table.
He moved pass the one that Jinx had ordered to move it and said nothing as he followed his daughter over to a pool table. He examined it like it might be rigged before setting down his drink on the side of it and shrugging out of his coat. That's when one knew he was going to take things seriously.]
This is your choice? Set the table then, and pick your pole, Jinx.
[He and Vander had played a lot of pool in their youth during the off hours. It was fitting he reframed such memories with those of his daughter. After all, he didn't spend a lot of time on games when there was an Undercity to force together, so this was even a novelty for him after working so many hours in Aldrip.]
[ she sing-songs a hum as a reply, and places the beverage on a nearby table. her gaze drifts off to the pole selection, with her head cock curiously to one side. are they all the same, or does a stick make a difference in a game? maybe so, but with her mind being as sloshed as it is, there's no telling so she'll stick to choosing one at random. the girl tucks the pole underneath her arm and makes her way back to the table, grabbing what she needs to set all the balls in its trangler rack. however when she glances down at the set, her expression warps into confusion. ]
Wait, does the order matter? Like... the colors and numbers and stuff?
[He waited and took another sip from his tumbler as he waited for Jinx to select the pole that she would initially play with. Hopefully neither of them decided to break one or two over the course of the game. He wasn’t expecting that this game would be anything more than a laugh for them while everyone else might just have to endure watching the pain of it.
He approached and picked his own cue, touching the tip to see how rounded it was and making certain it wasn’t angled much on any one side. He returned to the table and regarded her puzzlement.]
Black eight-ball in the middle of the set. White ball remains out as that is the cue ball that we hit. The first person to knock in a ball will have to sink all of those – stripes or solids. The last ball to sink is the eight ball, as that decides the game winner.
[ she mumbles out the instructions to herself as she rearranges the set. and once she believes she has it correctly, jinx peers up at her father with a slight doe-like twinkle in her eyes — waiting for an approval or dissatisfaction over how she laid out their game.
if she wasn't intoxicated, the rules of the game would be extremely easy to grasp, especially when she had seen it being played a few times during her youth. but the memories on how the game is meant to be played is a haze to her now, and she'll be looking for father in hope he will guide her halfway there. ]
[Silco nodded when she had rearranged the eight ball where it should be, resting the butt of his pool cue on the floor. He gestured with a hand at her from the opposite end of the table where she was standing.]
Now roll the set to the middle dot at your end of the table. We will shoot from where I am down the table at it after you remove the triangle. We will use the cue ball from one of the points at my side of the table to start the game officially.
[He waited for her to remove the triangle so that the balls could move when struck. It had been some time for him, but he made certain to keep up with many of the games of his youth but also that could be used for gambling outlets.]
Also, if you sink the eight ball before all of your colours have been sunk, you will remove it from one of the net pouches along with one of your balls to put back into play.
[ still following his instructions, jinx rolls the set and centered it where it needed to be. but somewhere during the middle of her father's explanation of the game, an uncomfortable shiver prickles at the back of her neck. suddenly, she feels as if the entire bar is glued to them and her movements, evaluating her closely just to see how well she can grasp the game's rules with her plastered mind. anxiously, she peeks over her shoulder — seeing mylo, claggor, and several orphans from the undercity standing with folded arms and impatient stares. a giggle chimes to her left ear, and she snaps her attention to it — not seeing anyone there, but... the ridicule is thickening their atmosphere by the second.
outside of her hallucination episode, though, the patrons are paying no mind to the pair — maybe a glance or two, but nothing that screamed of judgmental behavior or trouble. jinx steadily gazes back to the set on the table and her trembling fingers, carefully removing the triangle barrier to reveal the nicely shaped set. and once she puts it away, she makes her way to her father with the stick still underneath her armpit. ]
Uhm, you wanna do the honors?
[ she offers apprehensively, and doing all but look to the direction of the dead and the orphans on the other side of the table. ]
[Silco knew that look when it overcame her expression, the little glances to images that didn't exist and likely voices to follow. He continued to explain the rules anyway, keeping things calm and on track as he knew she would never want a scene in the middle of a public bar like this. She despised the idea of being seen as weak after all, so he wouldn't put her in the position to do so. However, he was watching in case the episode became overwhelming and he did have to intervene.
Her trembling fingers lifting the triangle and then she was coming over to him. He watched her even as he reached for the blue chalk and rubbed it over the cue tip. He offered it to her as a distraction.]
This is just for fun, Jinx. No stakes. Besides, you learn most subjects quickly.
[Then he stepped away from her to set the cue ball in the middle and leaned over the table to line up his shot. A quick snap of the cue shot the white ball forward and into triangle of them, breaking the formation and sending balls everywhere around the table. None of them entered the pockets this round, and he didn't mind in the least. He rose and returned to his daughter and his drink, taking a moment to survey the table as he sipped his whiskey. Then he gestured with the tumbler.]
It's all about angles. I would suggest sinking a ball in close proximity to the cue to get a feel for the table and the strength needed. Trick shots come later.
[ she repeats his words more to herself than to him out loud. he is right, this is just a carefree game between father and daughter where no one dies at the end, or the results conclude to humiliation. but she still tightens her lips when her deadly onlookers refuse to leave the premises so she can focus clearly. jinx's pinks dart away again, and uses all of her concentration solely on silco to study his form.
when it's her turn, she swells her lungs with air and takes a step forward — examining the table before her, and for which ball to strike first given the cue's position. his daughter parrots him by rubbing the chalk at the tip of her stick, and then arranging herself over the table. the teenager teeths on her lower lip with concentration, her eyes squinting as she takes the shot. like his previous move, the ball didn't go in and bounces off to the opposite side... but now edging dangerously at a hole nearby. ]
[Silco stood nearby as Jinx set herself up for a shot, resting the butt of the pool cue on the floor with both of his hands holding onto it. He made certain to exude an air of patient calmness, and he had no skin in this game in the least. He was a man who liked to win in set circumstances, but he wasn't above admitting where he didn't have strengths either and then surrounded himself with people who could do the things that he couldn't.
Evolution was learning, was loyalty to the idea that they all had something to give (even if it was their deaths).
He made a noise when she knocked around the balls around the table, and he only then moved around the table to have a good angle to the cue ball. He might not be competitive in this instance, but neither was he going to throw the game to cheapen her own efforts. That's not how he operated, especially with Jinx.
He bent over the table, lining up a shot and knocking in a solid orange ball into the corner basket. He stood and gestured at the table.]
I will be aiming for solid colours, which means you will have to knock in all the ones with stripes. For every ball that you knock into a basket on a turn, you get another shot until you either knock them all in or you don't sink one then the turn passes back to you. Understand?
[He was already moving around the table and line up a second shot, and he knocked the cue ball into a cluster of three balls, none of which entered the baskets but separated them for easier shots in the future.]
[ her mood sours just a touch when silco scores, but not enough to throw a fit or call for a redo. the game just started, after all, and it's not like she's playing against the boy savior who she swears cheats to some capacity. regardless, she understood the direction except for one thing... ]
How come I have to knock off the stripe ones? [ using her stick, she points at a random solid color ball] What's wrong with me hitting those?
Because if you knock in the solids, you'll be pushing me closer to the win.
[If it was one thing that he knew, it was that Jinx was highly competitive and would hate to lose to him even if it was 'for fun'. Already, he could see her displeasure that he had sunk a ball before her. He leaned against the table with his hip.]
And you wouldn't want to give me the win, would you?
Noooo, but why do you get to claim the solids? You better not say it's 'cause you're older and you say so.
[ despite her argument, she maneuvers around the table to a cue and takes another gander over her options. there is one stripe that would be able to make in if she lines things up just right. so carefully, she leans forward again -- setting the stick between her index and middle with one eye closed. ]
Because the first ball that I sunk into the basket was solid. That means I will play solids to the end of the game, and you will play stripes.
[If she wanted to play solids, he would not stand in her way. Neither would he pick off stripes either. He nodded his head at her assurances that she would be catching up, making certain to take a sip from his whiskey.]
[ the blueberry haired girl wets her lips carefully as she concentrates with her body motionless. maybe if she views this whole game from a different angle, it'll click. like silco says, it's all about angles. the tip of the pole is the edge of the barrel and the ball, being the target — a bottle, a bird,... an enforcer?
it's a little difficult to imagine a law enforcement when the ball is nowhere near shaped like a human head, but maybe she can make due with it... somehow. jinx's specialty is improvising under any circumstances, so this shouldn't be any unusual. swallowing a deep breath, she takes her shot and the stripe ball speeds rapidly into the hole with a loud thud. his daughter beams at her first victory goal, and she stands up right with a light pep in her step to move around the table. ]
[He wondered if she would get into the game or be resistant to the rules and just knock balls around the table to disrupt everything. He wouldn't mind if she did as long as she was distracted from the other woes of her life for some time. That didn't happen, and she settled into the game.
From where he was standing, she was lining up the shot well. He expected she would have success as long as she didn't hit the cue too hard or too softly. He made a noise of triumph when a stripped ball went into the basket, nodding his head.]
You do, yes. You go until you don't knock in any stripped balls into a basket.
[He noted that the barkeep was coming around with a plate of calamari for them. He rested his hands on his play stick.]
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Date: 2024-04-27 06:09 pm (UTC)However, he did follow all the same, picking out an open games table for them to eventually make their way to. His hands were tucked into his jacket pockets as he approached leisurely, and the confused discomfort of the bartender was plainly obvious. She was rather drunk already, so of course she'd be going for terrorizing someone. That was so normal he didn't even blink at it.
Still, he came up behind her as she rested against the bar, his expression that of a patient parent with their drunken naughty child.]
I'll have a whiskey to unwind, and my daughter will have a bellini in the biggest fishbowl of a glass that you have. It will, at least, keep her hands occupied for ten minutes.
[Two could troll after all.]
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Date: 2024-04-28 12:14 am (UTC)jinx resumes her corny smile and then peers over her shoulder to her father. it's a good thing he is here to order for the both of them, because if she was handed a menu, she wouldn't be able to make heads or tails of the printing. the teenager lifts an arm high above her hand, then stupidly slams her palm to the empty stool cushion next to her. ]
Sit [ slap! ] With [ slap! ] Me...!
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Date: 2024-04-28 06:51 pm (UTC)He regarded her with the same parental patience of someone who had endured these kinds of antics for many years and had come to accept them as part and parcel of his child. He eased himself onto the stool once she had finished slapping it and reached over the counter to grab one of the menus that he saw peeking up a corner.]
What would you like to eat? They have squid. [
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Date: 2024-04-28 11:22 pm (UTC)I wanna eat rich.
[ jinx says finally in a soft and relaxing tone. ]
... Like this world is entirely ours with no one telling us what to do or how to do it, and no one can ever hurt us again. So... squid's good, if it's fancy.
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Date: 2024-04-28 11:32 pm (UTC)He snorted softly at her claim to eat rich. There were far more high-end establishments than this that would serve far better quality food. Still, this would have to do as he wasn't going to carry her to fine dining. She would definitely throw food at someone, and he would be hard pressed not to laugh. He had his reputation to consider.]
That will be true soon enough, Jinx. For now, we will eat like that is already our lives. They have no reason to stop us.
[Besides, this was a good opportunity to size up the competition for when he brought in the Last Drop and barred the sister from it. Not that she'd listen. Anyway.]
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Date: 2024-04-30 04:28 pm (UTC)[ it's a little strange, to say the least, but she has her own little theory about his disappearance. does she believe he will show up eventually? oh, most certainly. but until he does, she should wreak havoc while the getting is good. ]
Definitely not fair in my eyes. I'm starting to think the council just doesn't like girls who have a brain between their ears.
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Date: 2024-05-03 04:36 am (UTC)[It also made him want to see what would happen if someone blatantly began to break things again. How would the Council summon those that resisted? Perhaps it was time to test the boundaries of this place to see if Jerry's disappearance was truth or an illusion.]
I have the impression the Council doesn't like anyone who can't adhere to their rules. Perhaps they will loosen up now that the brute had done his job.
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Date: 2024-05-04 04:46 am (UTC)This... looks... amazing!!
[ with a high pitch squeal, she does a small jig in her seat in celebration while reaching something in her back pocket. is she going to give him a tip? at least, that's what he is hoping for. the night's been pretty rough on his end, and he could use some good fortune. but luck won't be on his side tonight as she fishes out some lint and drops it onto the table. the bartender blinks once, twice, then peers up at the girl in extreme confusion. and jinx holds the gaze back, meeting the same expression. ]
What? You can do a lot with cotton lint. Like making fire when you're out of matches. Trust me, you'll thank me when you're stranded.
[ and with that, the teenager dives in her drink -- sipping the juice so fast through the straw. as for the man, he looks extremely depressed as he stretches over to take the offer... ]
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Date: 2024-05-04 04:17 pm (UTC)He picked up his drink and swirled the amber liquid unnecessarily as he watched Jinx hand over some pocket lint. The corner of his lip twitched in amusement, and he left it for the barkeep to take the lint as if it was some kind of offering.
In true dichotomy fashion, he set down enough currency to pay for both of their drinks and a healthy tip for the man.]
An order of calamari as well. [He turned to Jinx sucking away at her massive drink.] Come, Jinx, pick a game tables and we shall enjoy ourselves.
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Date: 2024-05-05 03:20 am (UTC)meanwhile with jinx, the hastily sips immediately sting to her temples -- a new spark wave of alcoholic buzz to recloud her already hazy mind. her good influence friends would advise her to slow down, and to take it easy. but this is a "i want to forget" kind of night, to dull all of her heartaches and insecurities until she can't recall why she was so upset in the first place. when silco regains her attention again, jinx nods in agreement and scoops the enormous drinking glass with both hands. there's no way she is leaving this baby behind. the girl skids off the stool in a light fumble before cocking her head to one side at the empty pool table nearby. ]
Mmm, that one!
[ and without any delay, jinx scurries on over -- nearly bumping into a stranger in which she rudely blares out,"hey, move it!!" then continues on. the man eyes the teenager, but says nothing -- returning to converse with his other drinking buddies. so far, so good with the "no causing trouble" department. ]
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Date: 2024-05-05 04:50 pm (UTC)For now though, he pushed off of leaning on the bar to follow his daughter away to one of the games tables of her choice. He had promised to school her in the ways of games, even though she too had been raised in a bar and probably had many exposures to such things. Her drunkenness would either make it easier or harder for him, and that remained to be seen once she had decided on a table.
He moved pass the one that Jinx had ordered to move it and said nothing as he followed his daughter over to a pool table. He examined it like it might be rigged before setting down his drink on the side of it and shrugging out of his coat. That's when one knew he was going to take things seriously.]
This is your choice? Set the table then, and pick your pole, Jinx.
[He and Vander had played a lot of pool in their youth during the off hours. It was fitting he reframed such memories with those of his daughter. After all, he didn't spend a lot of time on games when there was an Undercity to force together, so this was even a novelty for him after working so many hours in Aldrip.]
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Date: 2024-05-11 07:23 pm (UTC)Wait, does the order matter? Like... the colors and numbers and stuff?
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Date: 2024-05-13 01:48 am (UTC)He approached and picked his own cue, touching the tip to see how rounded it was and making certain it wasn’t angled much on any one side. He returned to the table and regarded her puzzlement.]
Black eight-ball in the middle of the set. White ball remains out as that is the cue ball that we hit. The first person to knock in a ball will have to sink all of those – stripes or solids. The last ball to sink is the eight ball, as that decides the game winner.
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Date: 2024-05-13 04:35 am (UTC)[ she mumbles out the instructions to herself as she rearranges the set. and once she believes she has it correctly, jinx peers up at her father with a slight doe-like twinkle in her eyes — waiting for an approval or dissatisfaction over how she laid out their game.
if she wasn't intoxicated, the rules of the game would be extremely easy to grasp, especially when she had seen it being played a few times during her youth. but the memories on how the game is meant to be played is a haze to her now, and she'll be looking for father in hope he will guide her halfway there. ]
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Date: 2024-05-18 12:28 am (UTC)Now roll the set to the middle dot at your end of the table. We will shoot from where I am down the table at it after you remove the triangle. We will use the cue ball from one of the points at my side of the table to start the game officially.
[He waited for her to remove the triangle so that the balls could move when struck. It had been some time for him, but he made certain to keep up with many of the games of his youth but also that could be used for gambling outlets.]
Also, if you sink the eight ball before all of your colours have been sunk, you will remove it from one of the net pouches along with one of your balls to put back into play.
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Date: 2024-05-18 04:59 am (UTC)outside of her hallucination episode, though, the patrons are paying no mind to the pair — maybe a glance or two, but nothing that screamed of judgmental behavior or trouble. jinx steadily gazes back to the set on the table and her trembling fingers, carefully removing the triangle barrier to reveal the nicely shaped set. and once she puts it away, she makes her way to her father with the stick still underneath her armpit. ]
Uhm, you wanna do the honors?
[ she offers apprehensively, and doing all but look to the direction of the dead and the orphans on the other side of the table. ]
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Date: 2024-05-18 01:26 pm (UTC)Her trembling fingers lifting the triangle and then she was coming over to him. He watched her even as he reached for the blue chalk and rubbed it over the cue tip. He offered it to her as a distraction.]
This is just for fun, Jinx. No stakes. Besides, you learn most subjects quickly.
[Then he stepped away from her to set the cue ball in the middle and leaned over the table to line up his shot. A quick snap of the cue shot the white ball forward and into triangle of them, breaking the formation and sending balls everywhere around the table. None of them entered the pockets this round, and he didn't mind in the least. He rose and returned to his daughter and his drink, taking a moment to survey the table as he sipped his whiskey. Then he gestured with the tumbler.]
It's all about angles. I would suggest sinking a ball in close proximity to the cue to get a feel for the table and the strength needed. Trick shots come later.
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Date: 2024-05-19 04:10 am (UTC)[ she repeats his words more to herself than to him out loud. he is right, this is just a carefree game between father and daughter where no one dies at the end, or the results conclude to humiliation. but she still tightens her lips when her deadly onlookers refuse to leave the premises so she can focus clearly. jinx's pinks dart away again, and uses all of her concentration solely on silco to study his form.
when it's her turn, she swells her lungs with air and takes a step forward — examining the table before her, and for which ball to strike first given the cue's position. his daughter parrots him by rubbing the chalk at the tip of her stick, and then arranging herself over the table. the teenager teeths on her lower lip with concentration, her eyes squinting as she takes the shot. like his previous move, the ball didn't go in and bounces off to the opposite side... but now edging dangerously at a hole nearby. ]
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Date: 2024-05-19 04:01 pm (UTC)Evolution was learning, was loyalty to the idea that they all had something to give (even if it was their deaths).
He made a noise when she knocked around the balls around the table, and he only then moved around the table to have a good angle to the cue ball. He might not be competitive in this instance, but neither was he going to throw the game to cheapen her own efforts. That's not how he operated, especially with Jinx.
He bent over the table, lining up a shot and knocking in a solid orange ball into the corner basket. He stood and gestured at the table.]
I will be aiming for solid colours, which means you will have to knock in all the ones with stripes. For every ball that you knock into a basket on a turn, you get another shot until you either knock them all in or you don't sink one then the turn passes back to you. Understand?
[He was already moving around the table and line up a second shot, and he knocked the cue ball into a cluster of three balls, none of which entered the baskets but separated them for easier shots in the future.]
Your turn.
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Date: 2024-05-19 10:41 pm (UTC)How come I have to knock off the stripe ones? [ using her stick, she points at a random solid color ball] What's wrong with me hitting those?
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Date: 2024-05-19 11:47 pm (UTC)[If it was one thing that he knew, it was that Jinx was highly competitive and would hate to lose to him even if it was 'for fun'. Already, he could see her displeasure that he had sunk a ball before her. He leaned against the table with his hip.]
And you wouldn't want to give me the win, would you?
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Date: 2024-05-20 02:23 am (UTC)[ despite her argument, she maneuvers around the table to a cue and takes another gander over her options. there is one stripe that would be able to make in if she lines things up just right. so carefully, she leans forward again -- setting the stick between her index and middle with one eye closed. ]
I'm gonna catch up to you, y'know.
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Date: 2024-05-20 02:36 am (UTC)[If she wanted to play solids, he would not stand in her way. Neither would he pick off stripes either. He nodded his head at her assurances that she would be catching up, making certain to take a sip from his whiskey.]
Oh yes, I have faith. Your move, Jinx.
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Date: 2024-05-22 04:16 am (UTC)it's a little difficult to imagine a law enforcement when the ball is nowhere near shaped like a human head, but maybe she can make due with it... somehow. jinx's specialty is improvising under any circumstances, so this shouldn't be any unusual. swallowing a deep breath, she takes her shot and the stripe ball speeds rapidly into the hole with a loud thud. his daughter beams at her first victory goal, and she stands up right with a light pep in her step to move around the table. ]
Now I go again, right?
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Date: 2024-05-23 04:21 am (UTC)From where he was standing, she was lining up the shot well. He expected she would have success as long as she didn't hit the cue too hard or too softly. He made a noise of triumph when a stripped ball went into the basket, nodding his head.]
You do, yes. You go until you don't knock in any stripped balls into a basket.
[He noted that the barkeep was coming around with a plate of calamari for them. He rested his hands on his play stick.]
Our meal arrives.
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