Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2019 5:56 pm
Jessamyn "Heartbreaker" Easton-Roux
“Fresh air? Yeah, you could say I needed it. Had to clear my head after seeing someone that makes my blood boil for the first time in awhile. Someone that doesn’t deserve to be here on any merit, that only benefits because of their last name. Well, I guess you don’t know that. I’m talking about my sister, Mari,” said Jess, leaning against the wall of the building as she was approached by someone who asked her if she was also getting some air. She had been in a little bit of a visible bad mood because even walking outside to try to take her mind off of things, she couldn’t get Mari out of her head.
It practically consumed her, at this point. She had been able to handle her hatred when she hadn’t been in the same country as the one that she hated, but now that they were in close proximity and in the same village, probably not that far apart from each other in terms of rooming, she couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was something that caused her body to spark with excess energy every now and then because she was generating more from her emotions that she could hold. Not a lot of things did this to her. The topic of her sister was one of them.
“I know I’m a little obsessed,” she admitted, with a soft and bitter chuckle. “But everything she’s going to get is something she has coming for her.”
“Fresh air? Yeah, you could say I needed it. Had to clear my head after seeing someone that makes my blood boil for the first time in awhile. Someone that doesn’t deserve to be here on any merit, that only benefits because of their last name. Well, I guess you don’t know that. I’m talking about my sister, Mari,” said Jess, leaning against the wall of the building as she was approached by someone who asked her if she was also getting some air. She had been in a little bit of a visible bad mood because even walking outside to try to take her mind off of things, she couldn’t get Mari out of her head.
It practically consumed her, at this point. She had been able to handle her hatred when she hadn’t been in the same country as the one that she hated, but now that they were in close proximity and in the same village, probably not that far apart from each other in terms of rooming, she couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was something that caused her body to spark with excess energy every now and then because she was generating more from her emotions that she could hold. Not a lot of things did this to her. The topic of her sister was one of them.
“I know I’m a little obsessed,” she admitted, with a soft and bitter chuckle. “But everything she’s going to get is something she has coming for her.”