Date: 9 January
Time: 4:40pm
Location: Colosseum
Closed: @celesteduval
Sharp pain shot through every limb as Everett pushed himself from the ground. The persistent ringing echoing through his head with the relentless vengeance of a scorned lover made it difficult to reorient himself in the chaos of the crowd. Bodies crashed and collided on all sides, threatening to unbalance his already unsteady feet and push him back to the ground to join those who had succumbed to the devastating attack.
Despite the stilted steps and frequent fumbles that inflicted every patron desperate to escape the disorder that had enveloped the Colosseum, Everett was able to move through the crowd with relative ease. Harsh hands, caked with dirt and drying blood, forced those caught up in the chaos from his path. Everett ignored the cries for help and shrieks of fear echoing through the crowd in a thunderous roar. Those who were dead were gone, those who were hurt were useless, and those who could not think beyond their own panic were incompetent. He refused to exhaust his own energy for an unavailing attempt at compassion.
Escaping the restrictive structure of the Colosseum provided a sudden reprieve. People scattered in all directions, desperate for help and escape. Critical eyes, reddened from the earlier invasion of dust and debris, scanned the blurring faces of strangers for any familiar features. Recognition shot through him at the sudden appearance of the Capulet's captive, spurring him forward with a determined pace. A tight grip settled on the soft flesh of Celeste's bicep as Everett pulled her toward him, uncaring and absent of the caution he would normally take.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he spat, his words and tone uncharacteristic in their severity.