Jessica Williamson ✖ Johanna Mason (nooneleft) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2013-11-23 22:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | christian shipton, jessica williamson, lucas hendrie |
Who. Jess Williamson & Christian Shipton
What. Dealing with personal demons
Where. Camelot training rooms
When. Saturday night, November 23rd 2013
Warnings. Violence and severe mental issues
It had been a hard week for Jess, in more ways than one. Another fight against the Resistance, and even with Scott Sullivan and Gillian Forbes missing the reveal of their untimely, brutal deaths had still come as a shock to everyone. Jess had never exactly been close to them, but losing comrades was never easy, and it just made the enemy look even more threatening. If there was one thing she and Johanna were good at it was separating feelings from logic, and logic told them that they risked their lives enough loving anyone. They weren't going to spend too much time crying over the ones they didn't. The trouble was, Jess did have people in her life that she loved, and the thought that what happened to Scott and Gillian could have easily happened to Lucas sent her into something of a nervous frenzy.
On top of that she'd been getting shit from people all week, mostly mundies who not only didn't hate reincarnates but even worse, had decided to become their groupies instead. She'd had to close down the club more than once during the week because crazed Hunger Games fans had kept trying to mob the place for the chance to touch one of the source's reincarnates. Jess was losing sanity fast, when she already didn't have much of a thread left to begin with. Aside from the week's annoying Hollywood publicity triggering Johanna's PTSD and seeing her dead friend Hunter's ghost on Halloween, Jess also still woke up screaming in a cold sweat ever since her own experiences in the Arena. The dual memories and nightmares were killing them, and it showed. She was totally wound up.
"Hey, watch it!" A spooked trainee barely got out of the way fast enough before one of Jess's axes spun hard into a nearby wall, the impact omitting a loud thunk as little bits of wood and plaster splintered off. Jess blinked, previously unaware of how close she'd come to clipping one of her own students after a throw but when the kid stopped to give her an accusing look she planted her hands on her hips and gave him a look of her own that sent him scurrying out of the room. Jess just shrugged and grumbled to herself, walking over to pull her ax out of the wall. "Wimp."