Snippet #2360453

Jonah drained himself of the fear around him, told himself not to be so affected by it. He walked up the middle of the street, just a few more steps into the chaos, when a different feeling filled him with rage. It was bliss, pure confidence and certainty. Someone was glad that this had happened. He stopped in the middle of the commotion, looking around at the people surrounding him.

The blonde pushed through the crowd, darting to the left to look for this person. When the feeling dulled he felt frustrated, his teeth gritting together. He dove through the crowd and wound up on the other side, almost positive he could hear laughter. He came face to face with a beautiful girl that looked like she really could care less. His eyebrows scrunched together, a form of a glare developing. This wasn't the one though, the one that he guessed was either behind all this or had a big helping hand. The blonde looked over her shoulder, eyes beginning to drip again and stain his cheeks. His nose had been 'bleeding' fluently for the moment, and he could already taste a the chemicals of paint on his lips. "Is there anyone else here?"