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Who| Helena Wayne and OPEN!
What| Helena dealing with undeath and meeting new people.
When| Post-Announcement
Where| District 4 Suites; Common Area; Training Centre
Warnings/Notes| None as yet?

[Prompt 1: District 4 Suites]

For the past few days, since returning back to life, Helena has holed herself inside of her room, fiddling with the communicator, studying a map of the city (because it was always good to be familiar with your surroundings) and listening to this whole destruction of District Three thing. She doesn’t have any emotional connection it, not yet. She’s still dealing with the fact that, somehow, she’s alive after having been killed.

I’m going to kill Loki. Possibly literally.

Still. It’s time for her to venture out. She can’t stay holed up forever. It’s not like her.

[Prompt 2: Commons]

Food. Food is good. Food is always good. Though what she’s craving is something hideously junky and laden with carbs and sugars and possibly everything that’s bad for her, she’s fought against the urge. If she’s going to stay in tip-top shape, if she’s going to win next time (and Helena really does hope that she’ll win), then she needs to stay healthy. Lean meats, lots of veggies, milk, and water. All the things a healthy, growing teenage girl needs.

And all I really want is a cheeseburger topped with bacon, chili, onion rings, and barbecue sauce.

But no. She can reward herself later. For now…well, for now, she’s going to try to be serious and healthy about this.

[Prompt 3: Training Centre]

She’s a fierce little fighter, but there’s not a lot of finesse there, as anyone watching would see. She’s a tough brawler - all street fighting fury but no martial artistic finesse. But she is working out her anger and her frustration, which is probably a good thing. She needs to be calm, cool, collected, and centered. She’s lost, but this place more than anywhere makes her feel comfortable at some sort of level. After all, this was what she’d done for hours at end back at home. Fighting, training, honing.

Between it all, though, she takes breaks. Rests. Watches everyone else, and scopes out the competition.

And maybe the possible allies? I don’t know. Can there be such a thing here?

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The only thing the Waynes wasted their money on was new weaponry and updates for the Batcave.

Also, cars. Lots and lots of cars.

Many of which Helena had sworn that she hadn't wrecked on joyrides with her provisional license.

"Your friend, huh?" Helena caught that little faltering smile of Sirius' there. "It's nice to have a friend who doesn't think the way you do. Holds you back from some stupid decisions." Granted, between her and Kara, all of the holding back had been on Helena's part. Kara was too...free-spirited.

But god, she'd be good to have here.

"It's funny. I keep on waiting to meet someone from home. So far...no one."

Sirius's smile remained in place but it was clear that there was no feeling behind it.

"Yeah..." Well Remus, Peter, Lily, and even James had talked sense into him on plenty occasions. And now he likely wasn't going to see them again. "I thought I saw one of my friends in the Arena but-- it wasn't him." Finally, the smile left him completely. "It's for the best. Think about it. Do you really want one of your friends here?"

Did she want Kara there? No. Not at all. Because, as she understood it, the powers here were heavily nerfed. No matter how much yellow sun shone down on her, she'd probably have been entirely depowered, without the use of her Kryptonian gifts. And yet...

"From an entirely selfish standpoint? A world of yes." She shrugged, then. "But not if it means having to eventually stab them in the back." Pause. "Or clobber them from the front. Unless there's a way around any of that. It'd be nice to know there was at least someone who you could kind of trust."

Sirius could be an exceedingly selfish person. Yet, in this point, he was entirely selfless. He didn't want any of his loved ones near this place. He didn't want to see a familiar face here. He could only hope he'd dream of them.

"I wouldn't want them here. It's even more dangerous. They're needed at home." So was he, really, although he was out of the fight. "We'll have to find people we can trust here."

"You mean find someone to kill you in as humane a fashion as possible?" Those words, they weren't said coldly or sarcastically, nor was it said in a naive sort of way. It was simply the way that Helena saw their situation. "I think we're all needed at home. I mean, I know that without me, my dad..." she trailed off.

God. Her dad. He was all alone there. Sure, he had Superman and Wonder Woman and everything but...Selina was dead. Helena was missing. She shut her eyes and tried to center herself.

"God, that didn't even strike me at first. I was being so selfish, and I didn't realize..." After all, the death of his parents had already wrought so much havoc on Bruce's psyche. Would he survive the death of Selina Wayne followed by the disappearance of his daughter?

"Never mind," she said. "I'd say that you could trust me," she added a moment later. "But, you know. I'd have to prove that to you first. And we just met. Back home, these things are easier." She'd trusted Kara right off the bat.

"You mean trust you to kill me in as humane a fashion possible?" In spite of the dark subject, Sirius had a twisted but amused smile on his face. "I wouldn't say no to that. I'm not planning on making it anyway. But do me a favor and wait until the Arena's started." Sirius winked.

Everyone dealt with death in odd ways. Sirius had barely been able to leave his room at first but once he accepted this was his fate? He had no other choice but to embrace it-- and make sure that one day, no one would have to suffer the same.

"It's a messy, dirty job, but someone's gotta do it," Helena joked. She paled after speaking those words, and worry etched itself into her pretty face. Brilliant blueberry eyes peered up at Sirius from beneath long lashes. "I guess joking about this is the first step to normalcy?" He was as new to this as she was. Was this the way to deal with this?

"I don't plan on letting this become normal," Sirius said with a touch of gravity in his voice. The smile from before had faded.

He could kill. He had killed. But it would only ever be in self defense.

"Don't do it unless you have to." He continued without a hint of his previous humor. "Let other people, who are desperate maybe, but only kill if you need to." He ran his hand through his hair then shrugged. "Or you can ignore my advice."

"I've never killed before," Helena admitted. "Fought. Maimed, maybe. Broken a few bones, sure. But that's what a girl does when she runs across some low-rent thugs in a dark alley. I'd like to avoid killing as much as possible." This conversation, Helena decided, was hideously morbid. "But I'd like you to promise me the same. If it comes down to it, only do it because it's necessary. Or because you've figured out a way for us to be free of this place."

Low-rent thugs, huh? Well, whatever secret Helena had planned on keeping, she just let it out, at least partly.

"I'm not going to kill you," Sirius said. "Not unless it's the only way to save you and I don't see how that would be a solution." Right now he was living up to his name. It was a morbid conversation but as far as he was concerned, it fit right in with their new situation.

Helena had quickly been discovering that whatever ability it had been that made it easy for her to keep secrets back home...that ability had seemed to have gotten lost. A little bit.

"Not like we actually have a lot of choices here," Helena said softly. "I can't exactly call up Daddy's Town Car," or Batmobile, "to whisk me away from trouble. At least I'd wake up here again, safe. Well. Relatively." The next time she woke up undead, she was going to the spa. That would be relaxing, right?

"Gosh, this is so weirdly absurd."

"Maybe. There's no telling how many times they'll be willing to bring you back to life." It wasn't a conversation he wanted to have with someone so young but if he'd learned anything from his life it was-- well, actually it was to hold onto your friends and protect them with your life. But the second thing was that you had to grow up fast in this world. In his world. In this one.

"It's absurd but it's our life now." He wanted to go back to joking around but he couldn't smile and he wouldn't bring himself to even if he could. Instead he just stared at Helena, hands by his side, fingers curling like he wanted to ball them into a fist but kept stopping himself from doing so.

"Hey." Helena had been watching his body language and had noticed his fingers twitch and curl. "Hey," she repeated. "What's going on?" She didn't reach out for him or anything - Helena didn't know him that well - but concerned shadowed her face. "I mean, we just met, but if there's something you wanted to get off your chest...well. We've made this about me enough, you know?"

Sirius blinked at the offer. He hadn't known he was showing any signs that he was upset. He didn't know that he was upset. Well, aside from the obvious-- being kidnapped, being forced to fight to the death, dying, having his magic stripped from him, never seeing his friends again.

Yeah, so he had problems. But he still smiled.

"Don't worry about me. I might be the son of hideously wealthy-- and hideous-- parents, but believe it or not my life hasn't been a picnic. I'm dealing with it."

"But are you dealing with it well?" Helena asked. "Look, I don't pretend to have all the answers or anything. A lot of people would look at me and just see a kid, I get that." She shrugged. "In a lot of ways, I'm exactly that. But I'd also like to think I have a good ear when it comes to listening to people's problems and being non-judgey." Though no one could be as non-judgey and carefree as Kara. "So. If you want to - if you need to - talk or whatever? I'm happy to listen. And possibly crack a few really bad jokes to try and help lighten your mood."

"Thanks. I'll consider it." Sirius didn't mean to be short with her but that was how his words came out anyway. He didn't open up to people he just met. You could get killed for that and it was no different here. The only one he could really confide in were his closest friends back home and that kind of bond took years to form.

"You know," he said and managed to get some lightness back in his voice. "You can crack really bad jokes anyway."

She grew up with Batman. She knew when someone was being short to be rude and when someone was being short because they were dealing with things. Seeing where he was coming from, Helena backed off. "Believe me, I will. Quipping doesn't come as easily to me as it does to other Wond - er - wonderful verbalists." Or something.

She nodded at him, then, and took a step back. "Look. I should, you know, get going. Train a little more. Maybe find a pool to dive into a cool off." And no, that wasn't some kind of come on. He was, Helena realized, way too old for her. "But look me up sometime, if you wanna talk or, you know, have some train with you." He had, after all, complimented her on her skills, right? Maybe he needed help. If they'd promised to help off each other if things got bad in the Arena, than an offer to help train wasn't a bad thing. It'd help him survive, if nothing else.

"Just let me know."

Sirius nodded back. "I will." Oh, he should probably be polite right about now. "Nice to meet you, Helena. Have fun in that pool."

He went back to look at the weapons this time. Might as well get to know the instruments of his future death.

Merlin, the girl was right. This was absurd.

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