Kobra Kid POV
"Hey, guys, I'm gonna go find Jinx," I told the others.
They grunted in reply. That was basically guy-talk for "okay, fine." So I went outside, looking around everywhere. She was nowhere outside. So I went to the garage. She wasn't there, either. But then I heard ray gun shots. I walked in that direction warily, thinking it was a trap. Standing with her back to a dead tree, firing shots at a line of soda cans, was Jeopardy Jinx. She took an extra empty can out of her backpack and slung it up in the air as hard as she could. The can glinted in the unrelenting desert sun for a moment, before she shot it. The can fell to the ground, about forty feet behind where it had
been thrown from, a hole burnt clean through the middle.
I watched for a few moments, until she began whirling gracefully, sending shots flying into the surrounding shrub and other dead trees. I admitted that it was kind of beautiful, seeing her hair fan out and the sun twinkle off of her amazing violet eyes. Her personality reminded me of a younger, more volatile, female version of Poison.
She finally noticed me. Jinx grinned widely, revealing slightly-stained teeth.
"Howdy, stranger!" she sang. Her voice had a noticeable country twang to it.
I raised a hand in a wave. The petite girl gestured me over, saying, "I've been looking for a training partner. I know better than to try and talk to Riot while he's obsessing over weaponry."
I nodded and walked over. Jinx barely reached my shoulder, but I believed that she was as deadly as or more so than any Killjoy. She explained that she wanted to work on her skills with both a gun and hand-to-hand combat, as she was much better at sniping due to her size. So we both set our guns aside and began sparring. I took a swing at her, ready to pull back if she hadn't moved. But she did, and gently batted my arm away. I took another swing. Jinx ducked, lightly sending her fist into my stomach. I imagined that a full blow would have winded me, at the very least. Quick as lightning, she spun behind me. Then she was on my back, arms around my neck. She would have me in a strangle hold, if she was gripping any more tightly.
"Ha!" she cheerily exclaimed in my ear. "You're a dead man, Kobra."
"Really?" I asked.
She nodded. Immediately, I flipped her over my shoulder, and dropped her on the ground. "UGH!"
I grinned down at her. "Ha."
She swung wildly with her hands and I didn't get what was happening until she hit the back of my knee. Surprised, I fell forwards. Jinx was on top of me, then, with her knee digging into my back. I scrabbled for a way to get her off of me, but I was stuck. I growled. "Crap. Oh, I hate you so much."
She got off, and helped me up. "You know you don't."
I shrugged. "You don't know that."
"Yeah I do. Because I'm smart."
"Nah, you're smart with numbers, not with emotions."
"I'll give you that."
"Hey, first time a genius has admitted to me being smarter than them in something."
"I never exactly admitted that, per se."
“Touché.”
Then Jinx gave me an odd look. “I thought you don’t really talk much.”
“Is my talking a bad thing?” I asked.
She shook her head, blue hair splaying in a thousand different directions. “Nah. You should talk more. You let the others take the spotlight. Of all the times I’ve heard the guys say anything on Dr. D’s show; I’ve never heard you say a single word. C’mon man, I know there’s something going on in that head of yours!”
I grinned. “You don’t know that, either, Jinx.”
“Oh I don’t, do I?”
“Nope.”
“Your lack of faith in me is wounding my ego,” said the petite girl with mock hurt in her voice.
I raised my eyebrows. “We wouldn’t want that to happen. I mean, it must’ve taken a long time to get your ego the size of Battery City.”
Her face went bright red, and I was afraid that I’d pissed her off. But she started laughing, holding her sides. Jinx fell back onto the sand, howling with laughter.
“What did you do to Jinx?” I heard a voice say.
Jet was walking up behind me, confusion plain on his features. I shrugged. “I told her she had an ego the size of Battery City. Then this happened.”
I heard Riot speak then. “Oh, God, not again… She won’t stop laughing for like a half hour. For the rest of the day, she’ll break out laughing, too.”
Then Ghoul came running, a bucket of water in his arms, yelling what sounded like a battle cry, except he was yelling, “DON’T KILL ME!”
Jinx was suddenly doused in water. Her violet eyes flashed. Her gun was immediately out. She clicked it to stun and shot Ghoul, who dropped into the sand, twitching. Poison had been walking behind Ghoul, obviously. He crouched beside our stupid young friend, and checked his pulse. Apparently Ghoul was still alive. Poison stood up. “You know, it’s a lot more peaceful when Ghoul’s stunned. We might have to shoot him more often.”
Jinx was apparently in a bad mood, but that caused her to crack a smile. “I’ll volunteer for shooting-Fun-Ghoul duty.”
“You said duty!” exclaimed Jet.
I smacked my forehead, as did Jinx. Riot and Poison both rolled their eyes.
“Why do guys like jokes about shit and farts so much? I mean, seriously!” Jinx asked. “I really need to know.”
Poison decided to answer that. “Well, you see, Jinx, little boys and girls are born with a cockroach in their brain that feeds off of jokes about farts and shit. When a little girl turns eight, it falls out of her nose. But the boys’ cockroach stays. Because of this, a dude always likes jokes about shit and farts.”
I bust out laughing. Jinx looked like her bad mood had disappeared. A broad smile broke across her face. The frown from earlier seemed so out of place on her bright, rounded face. And she was pretty. I could see why Riot kept looking at her, and smiling like she brightened up his day. But to me, she would never be more than a slightly bipolar younger sister.
We all finally finished having our little happy moment; Jinx shot a sly look at Riot. "I'd like to challenge you boys to a free-for-all shootout."
Jet, Ghoul, Poison, and I looked at each other. I don't think any of us quite understood what she meant until she explained it. "Me and Riot practise shooting all the time like that. We set our guns on the lowest setting—y'know, the one that feels like a static shock—and basically see who'll last the longest in a shootout."
We finally got it, and thought it was a great idea. We all set our guns on low, and spread out. Time for some fun.
END OF CHAPTER 3
These are links to outfits, etc.
http://www.polyvore.com/killjoy_jeopardy_jinx_logo/set?id=48763576 -Jinx's badge
http://www.polyvore.com/killjoy_jeopardy_jinx_regular/set?id=48763185&li... -Jinx's outfit
