Indolent
STILL not over FFX's ending
The fleeting expression of incredulity which flashed across her face when Gunnar caught her arm without issue encapsulated a particular feeling:
Her underestimation of Gunnar, or who or whatever he was now, was plain as day and he treated Jacks to a similar experience as she had him, unceremoniously ripped from the alley into the sky by the arm. A shock it was for her, the pain pulsating through her arm and shoulder as the act stressed her appendage atop of the overwhelming conscious response to all that unfolded as she found herself in the sky above everything. In a way, it had been beneficial. It gave Jacks a modicum of lucidity in the moment, as her body fully asserted the fight or flight instinct. The threat of the danger was self-evident and with the adrenaline flowing through her systems now, the intoxicating influence of alcohol waned.
All of this was magnified when Watcher pulled her close to his face, provoking a scramble for resistance--
There was no witty retort or anything of the Jacks variety to be made in the moment. It was stark fear emblazoned in her features with the desire to live underpinning her body language as Jacks cried out. "Fuck off!"--
MJ's answer came in the form of a solid right hook from Jacks to Watcher's beaked face, an apparent attempt to free herself from his grip. She knew one thing to be true and that was the unrelenting urge to generate distance between herself and Gunnar. Watcher. Whatever it considered itself to be. Fortunately, somewhere amid all this, Jacks displayed a level of awareness as she called out to MJ behind.
"Grab on!!!"
If the punch had the desired effect as she hoped, he'd have let go. As to what came next? She really hadn't considered that just yet.
Her underestimation of Gunnar, or who or whatever he was now, was plain as day and he treated Jacks to a similar experience as she had him, unceremoniously ripped from the alley into the sky by the arm. A shock it was for her, the pain pulsating through her arm and shoulder as the act stressed her appendage atop of the overwhelming conscious response to all that unfolded as she found herself in the sky above everything. In a way, it had been beneficial. It gave Jacks a modicum of lucidity in the moment, as her body fully asserted the fight or flight instinct. The threat of the danger was self-evident and with the adrenaline flowing through her systems now, the intoxicating influence of alcohol waned.
All of this was magnified when Watcher pulled her close to his face, provoking a scramble for resistance--
"Grau-ity girl. Can it shurrr-wie de heightsh? Doesh it tire? Shall I eat? De Watcher doesh hungarrrr."
There was no witty retort or anything of the Jacks variety to be made in the moment. It was stark fear emblazoned in her features with the desire to live underpinning her body language as Jacks cried out. "Fuck off!"--
"GUYS WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW??!"
MJ's answer came in the form of a solid right hook from Jacks to Watcher's beaked face, an apparent attempt to free herself from his grip. She knew one thing to be true and that was the unrelenting urge to generate distance between herself and Gunnar. Watcher. Whatever it considered itself to be. Fortunately, somewhere amid all this, Jacks displayed a level of awareness as she called out to MJ behind.
"Grab on!!!"
If the punch had the desired effect as she hoped, he'd have let go. As to what came next? She really hadn't considered that just yet.
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