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(I've updated Oil's bio with a small appreance description, mostly for my own benefit so i have everything in one spot lmao but still~
It does use Jinx as a reference as thats what i'm currently doing, trying to figure out what stubborn lil things would have stuck after a couple of generations and which didn't.
Her mother's genes did a throw back to Ekko and her father irl's comparison would be Italian. I have lots to pull from)
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Open Rp (Verse: Hexcore)
She was fine right? Right? Yeah totally fine Totally Fine
Nothing to be concerned about, just a girl wandering up and down some dock area, muttering to herself.
Totally fine.
Oil groaned loudly, stopping in place as her head fell back to stare up. At the smoggy sky.
She was really missing the stars.
Her folly-as she had so lovingly named it- sat in pieces in her bag. Which was in eyeview propped up against some crates. Unzipped with her blue hoodie half-hanging out of it. She was keeping an close eye. Didn't want anyone running off with her stuff.
She'd spent the day wandering about, trying to find somewhere familiar in a sea of buildings and people that she simply didn't know. A junk shop in place of the jewellry store, a broken and smashed storefront where she knew to be a resturant.
And of course, she just happened to fling herself back to when her usual haunt just happened to be a functioning factory! So she couldn't even kid herself into believing this was all a bad dream.
"Should have listened. Didn't. Bloody stupid girl" she cursed, a fisted hand slamming into her thigh in annoyance, the pain a relief for the moment before her emotions became a messed up clump again.
A noise caught her attention and she gave her attention in the direction it came from, her eyes starting to change into a bright shimmer purple as her heart began to pound.
Gun hidden under her shirt, back holster.
She narrowed her eyes and cleared her throat
"If you are gonna be a creep. May as well own it!"
Open Rp
"Welcome Welcome! Find a place. Sit or Stand. Be right with!" Oil called, her voice loud and clear over the jazz music floating through The Last Drop. Hearing the door open all the same.
Just filling in for her bartender. Pretending she didn't know a "headache" was just code for "hungover" She was the Boss. She had Standards Barely
She was currently crouched behind the bar, fighting with a box that had managed to wedge itself under the sink. Impressive 10 minutes ago. Frustration inducing now.
With an annoyed mutter, she pushed up and back. Blinking to adjust to the midmorning sun that streamed in through the windows. Oh and the skylight.
Ma's idea. She hated it. Didn't have the money yet to fix it A Shame
Eyes flicked over to the greeted guest, an easy smile appearing on her face as she leaned against the bar. Head propped up by a hand.
"What's brought you to the only place you'll get a drink from before noon my friend?"
Open rp
Oil was scared
Terrified even
She'd played with technology she'd been warned was dangerous, straight from the mouth of a man who had played around with it. Who had seen the cause and effect.
She had thought she'd known better. Known More Idiot
So when the small device, she hadn't even given the damn thing a name, had dumped her, rudely on her ass, in an alleyway and had broken on her. She'd been pissed.
Then she'd taken a look around. Panicked.
This was not the Zaun she knew. Smog. No stars in the sky. The air felt charged. Instincts whispered 'bad. no safe. move'
So she'd stuffed the pieces of her broken folly into her backpack, and had hurried into a speed walk.
Where?
The Last Drop.
Safety Wrong
She had found a free table, somehow, in the darker area of the bar. Her eyes darting from person to person, dangerous looking, desperate looking. Trying to avoid eye contact. Not wanting to draw attention.
Possibly doing just that. She didn't know. Her hands tightened around the straps of her bag, trapped against her legs under the table. Her eyes now squeezed shut. Burning.
Fighting the urge to cry. Someone had to help her right?
Right?
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Oil gave a small nod, giving a quick glance downwards before she sat. Making sure she could reach, she leaned over and used a strap to pull her bag closer before lifting it into her lap. Hugging it to her chest.
"You live a long time, you learn to read people?" She offered, it made sense to her at the very lease. A small smile appeared on her face at the poof, she found it quite silly. As his name was said-confirming he was a he- she gave a respectful nod "Oil, it's nice to meet you. I. . .fear I may have royally messed up and help would be really nice. I don't know. I don't know how to fix it."
Open Rp (Verse: Hexcore)
She was fine right? Right? Yeah totally fine Totally Fine
Nothing to be concerned about, just a girl wandering up and down some dock area, muttering to herself.
Totally fine.
Oil groaned loudly, stopping in place as her head fell back to stare up. At the smoggy sky.
She was really missing the stars.
Her folly-as she had so lovingly named it- sat in pieces in her bag. Which was in eyeview propped up against some crates. Unzipped with her blue hoodie half-hanging out of it. She was keeping an close eye. Didn't want anyone running off with her stuff.
She'd spent the day wandering about, trying to find somewhere familiar in a sea of buildings and people that she simply didn't know. A junk shop in place of the jewellry store, a broken and smashed storefront where she knew to be a resturant.
And of course, she just happened to fling herself back to when her usual haunt just happened to be a functioning factory! So she couldn't even kid herself into believing this was all a bad dream.
"Should have listened. Didn't. Bloody stupid girl" she cursed, a fisted hand slamming into her thigh in annoyance, the pain a relief for the moment before her emotions became a messed up clump again.
A noise caught her attention and she gave her attention in the direction it came from, her eyes starting to change into a bright shimmer purple as her heart began to pound.
Gun hidden under her shirt, back holster.
She narrowed her eyes and cleared her throat
"If you are gonna be a creep. May as well own it!"
OOC
(So Hi, this blog is majorly in a WIP status bubble while i shift it around from one OC to another BUT.
This is my rp blog for Oil, a very very self indulgent character lmao. She's a ship kid descendant (Hello fellow timebomb fans. sorry for the tag my loves) and i'm trying to decide what features should have been carried down so WIP FC is just Jinx until my sims behaves itself and I can hop in and fiddle around.
2 verses for her. 1 is set 100 years or so after the events of Arcane, 2 is set during the events of. So if anyone wants to come throw their rp character at mine. I am grabby hands'ing rn.
Okay thank you darlings mwuah~)
repost of my attempt to draw arcane’s jinx, from insta. PLS EXCUSE THE RESOLUTION IDK WHY I MADE MY CANVAS SO SMALL 😭😭😭
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