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Clang. Clunk. Thud.
Jinx dropped her tools aside and wrenched her goggles from her soot covered face, streaks of sweat running through the grime.
Finally! The best thing she'd made since her revolutionary monkey-bomb! A perfect, lovely, wonderful… cassette player. Portable!
She could take her songs with her, and bother the Topsiders with some real, authentic Undercity grunge. The kind of music that made your ears ring and all your senses melt into one until you could feel your heart beating in your throat.
She strapped it to her belt, shoved a grimy, painted covered cassette inside, and hopped down from her den to find her brother.
Viktor was standing vigil beside a whirring machine that Jinx recognised as genuine, authentic, state-of-the-art Topside trash. She eyed it with curious caution before she strolled over, a grin plastered on her grimy face.
“Vikki! Look what I made!” she exclaimed, turning her body so he could see the newest piece of tech she'd smushed together with determination, welding and so many screws it'd frighten a construction firm.
“That's nice, Jinx. I'm a little preoccupied,” he said, propping his glasses further up his nose and peering down to look at the readings that his machine was slowly spitting out. Jinx took his words to mean otherwise.
She shoved his shoulder gently, an indication of familial friendliness.
“You're always preoccupied! With Hammer-Man!” she said with a loud huff. She always managed to turn things into a complaint about Jayce.
“That isn't true, Jinx. Yes, I like him, but…” Viktor trailed over, watching a spike in the readings that he moved quickly to rectify. Jinx leaned closer, poking a finger into his chest and nearly recoiling when she hit the hard metal of his brace.
“But what, Vikki? Too shy to tell him? Ooh, ooh, I know! I'll tell him for you!” she exclaimed. Viktor groaned. There was nothing worse than his little sister's constant meddling.
However, something about the way she buzzed when she wished to help made her almost tolerable. Viktor sighed.
“Fine. But no glitter. And please, Jinx… no bombs,” he insisted. Jinx frowned.
“Fiiiine,” she drawled. Then, she was gone. Vanished in a flash of pink and blue, braids trailing behind her.