#jess.

The chaos around her was loud and tinged with a panic that hung in the air, creating a thrill that sent stoney spikes of excitement racing through her. People moved without thinking, without planning. Some, just wanting to get out of the way of the fight, zigzagged in and out of mutant blasts- and straight into other bodies of people trying to do the same. Others seemed to be edging ever closer to the core of the fighting, whether to engage as well or simply be there when a victor was declared, only time would tell. 

Sela fell into a third category, the ones who were actually doing the fighting. The ones who enjoyed it. The ones who soaked in all of the pain and terror and chaos– basked in it. Who found themselves thriving in it.

@surejess​

    in an instant chaos had struck. something was happening, something horrific and emmeline seemed to be dissociated from it all. someone had been following her and the  moment after realising, she had ended up on the floor, ears ringing loudly and discombobulated. she had managed to make it to the side lines but she couldn’t tell how long the panic had been going on. it was a blood bath and she was frightened of it. so many people were out for her blood and she could hardly stand straight.

   it was hard to get her mind from nathaniel but she knew that she was paranoid. a lot of bad things seemed to be happening and she’d always think to him and then she felt terrible for it because he was her father. she had been devioted to them but she associated bad happenings with him automatically.

   nathaniel couldn’t have done this... no... emmeline was now sat on the floor, her vision was still blurred but she recognised a figure near her - someone from the essex house. she would never escape it. emmeline was now unable to tell whether it was real... seeing the jess-ter. the woman was very self-loathing and couldn’t help but emphasise her self importance as the essex name had been pushed on her to carry on when she had wanted to quit so many times before she actually had. “please...” her voice was soft, eyes closing every now and again due to the hit she had been subjected to.