Jewel & Cris: Yorath Common Room
It took awhile for the attackers to reach the common rooms. Jewel didn't know anything was wrong at first, not while she was in her room listening to music and folding laundry. It was a rather mundane task, to be sure, but she liked folding clothes. Even if she couldn't see what they were anymore, the motions hadn't changed. Her headphones were what kept her from being alerted to the danger early enough to make escape a little more possible for the Selkie, as her hearing has adapted to accommodate her loss of sight and usually told her well in advance if something was amiss. As it was, she had no idea anything was coming until she'd stepped into the common room with her book.
Jewel heard the gunshots immediately, and just barely had time to scramble to the door of the Yorath room and lock it before the pounding began. Just running across the room, her heart pounding so loud she thought it might leap from her chest, told her she couldn't get out. She'd tripped over a coffee table and two rugs in her panic, which was something Jewel knew could cost her her life. Wildly, she scanned the area, feeling her panic rise as no shapes seemed to make sense with everything else overwhelming her. Biting her lip so hard she tasted copper, Jewel had just barely decided to dive under a desk in the corner when the door splintered inward.
Closing her eyes, which was comical, she placed her hands over her mouth in an attempt to silence her ragged breaths. The men were talking about all the things they'd done to others on their way up, the atrocities making her stomach roll and eyes well up with tears. That was going to be her. Jewel knew she couldn't get out without eyes. Squeezing the offending things shut again, she waited several painfully long moments before the men left. Her breath came out in a whoosh as she tried to figure out her next move. She needed to get out of the common room, but what she had left of her sight was already making the scene shift and wobble; likely from hitting her head on the way out.
Bringing her hands to her face, she tried to calm herself as a choked sob left her lips. She could do this. She had to do this. She just needed a minute to gather her composure.