JINX WAS HERE

@townterror

Take care in when you’re doing these things. Make sure you aren’t caught, make sure nobody can see that you’re doing this. No crowded areas, just alleyways or untraveled paths. Do not do this out in the open. Hide them afterwards, or use the entire body. If you are caught, strike up some sort of deal with your witness, or eliminate them if they seem weak enough.

A small list of tips that she had made for herself through her years of dirty work. Dirty work like this, which had her ruining people, physically and sometimes even mentally. Dirty, nasty work, but somebody had to do it. Besides, if Viktor needed something done, Jinx would be more than willing to do it for him. After all, he was, although begrudgingly, housing her. She might as well help out in some way or another. 

Gods know why he needs an arm. Gods know why he needs this specific person’s arm. She ignores the wires that she sees going through them, but looks up when she hears the tapping, the oh so familiar tapping of shoes making their way towards where she was hiding. Where she was getting her job done. She holds her breath, covers her victim’s mouth with a hand, as if he could even speak, now. He had no tongue. Bloody. Messy. This was a nasty mess, all of it. Staring up at the crack in the alleyway. Come on. Just. Walk past. Don’t look.

TIME TO BRUSH OFF THE OL’ BLOGGEROO!!!!!