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Robin | Helena Wayne ([personal profile] thegirlwonder) wrote in [community profile] thecapitol2014-07-02 03:45 pm

Open!

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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[personal profile] aintyourdad 2014-07-03 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, trust me, I know," Joel murmurs, pulling out a bow and giving it a test on the bowstring idly.

"It's the biggest goddamn shock, and I've seen some shit. But they don't let up, that's for sure."
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[personal profile] aintyourdad 2014-07-03 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Few months," he murmurs. "Maybe four or five by now. It's tough to keep track, with the arenas."

He pulls out an arrow, nocks it, fires at a target. It hits square in the head. If it was a clicker, it'd be down with that one shot, never even hearing it coming.
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[personal profile] aintyourdad 2014-07-03 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
That would only work if they could bring the communicators into the arenas with them. That's the problem. The arenas do a lot to fuck with his sense of time - night and day cycles aren't always consistent when everything is artificial.

"I wish they'd give us guns more often," he says with a shrug. "But bows have their uses. Quiet. Easier to sneak up with 'em."

He grabs another arrow. "I know a kid who's better with them than me."
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[personal profile] aintyourdad 2014-07-03 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Can't say I've ever used a crossbow," Joel says with a shrug. "Not exactly common where I come from."

He raises an eyebrow at the girl's statement, then shakes his head. "Principles are nice for people who can afford 'em. For people who come from places where those are choices you can make. Where I come from, you use what you have, or you die. And if you bring a knife to a gun fight, you will die."
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[personal profile] aintyourdad 2014-07-03 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Disable one guy, if you're lucky," he says with a snort, notching another arrow, just for fun. "In the time it takes you, his buddy just shot you dead."
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[personal profile] aintyourdad 2014-07-03 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Nobody in their right mind would go runnin' around lookin' for a fight alone," Joel says with a snort. "What the hell kinda world are you from, anyway?"
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[personal profile] aintyourdad 2014-07-03 07:02 am (UTC)(link)
Joel shakes his head, almost sadly. "I come from a place worse than this, in some ways. Bow and arrow takes a lot of arm strength, and you have to hold it just right." To demonstrate, he shows her how he holds the arrow against the bowstring.

"You gotta pull it back, far as you can, and hold it there steady while you take aim."
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[personal profile] aintyourdad 2014-07-03 08:18 am (UTC)(link)
He shrugs off the sympathy - there's no point, it doesn't matter.

"Could be worse," he says mildly. "Like most things, it's about muscle memory. Here - " He gives her a glance, as though to ask if it's okay - then reaches over to adjust her fingers on the bowstring. "Like that. Try aiming for that dummy."

When Joel goes into teacher mode, he really gets into it.
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[personal profile] aintyourdad 2014-07-03 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Could've gone way worse," he points out with a shrug. "You've got a good eye. Try aiming for the broader target - the chest. Better chance of hittin' somethin', even if you're off a little."
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[personal profile] aintyourdad 2014-07-04 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Years and years of practice, that's how he does it," Joel says with a snort. "Like I said, it's mostly all muscle memory and building up your arm strength. You're already doin' better than most people would their first time."

Joel is really good at the encouragement thing. "Arrows have almost the same stopping power as bullets, and you don't have to worry about givin' away your location with all the noise of a gun."
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[personal profile] aintyourdad 2014-07-05 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
What did you do. Such a simple question on the face of it, but the answer is so complicated, Joel almost doesn't know where to start. Maybe the easiest answer to that would be smuggler, or, if he wants to stretch the truth, carpenter - though he hasn't done carpentry for twenty years.

He hasn't really been a smuggler for about a year, either.

She asks it in the way someone would ask someone else what their job is - back in the days when people had regular jobs that could be talked about like that. It's been a long time since that's been the case for most people in Joel's world, though.

"I survived," he finally says with a shrug.
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[personal profile] aintyourdad 2014-07-07 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
"It never is," he says quietly. No part of it is. The part where you keep going after the people you love are gone. The part where you give up pieces of your conscience, your humanity, for the sake of staying alive another day.

But the other thing isn't easy, either. Laying down and dying.

"You should watch some of the arena footage, if you can," he says finally. "It's good to know what everyone's like - who might help you, and who to avoid."
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[personal profile] aintyourdad 2014-07-09 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Course they do, you don't think everyone takes the official rules seriously, do you?" Joel snorts. "Everyone's got folks they try to look after. The Capitol just rigs the arenas so they're nearly impossible to survive for long regardless of whether other tributes are tryin' to kill you."

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