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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?
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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"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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And yet, both instances are entirely unconnected.
"How long have you been here?" she asks, looking away from the bow and back at Joel. "I mean. You sound like you've seen quite a bit if you're saying that they don't let up."
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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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She watches Joel nock the arrow and then loose it, mystified. "Throwing knives I can use," Helena says, once the arrow hits its mark. "Bata - er - boomerangs, too. I've had some training with battle staves, too. But bows and arrows..." this was Helena's weakness. "I hadn't gotten to start training with those yet." Her eyes dart back to Joel. "I'm impressed."
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"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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Definitely something to look into one day.
"Guns aren't...my dad was against guns," she says, then. "One was used to kill his parents right in front of him, and so he vowed never to use them, ever." One of the first things that Helena had been taught was to disarm a man with a gun.
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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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"The knife could be used to disable the gunmen and then take them down without killing them," Helena ventures. "Granted, I'm sensing that's not going to win me any points here. But it's how I was raised."
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"You gotta pull it back, far as you can, and hold it there steady while you take aim."
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"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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She looses the arrow...and misses the head of the dummy by about an inch.
"Okay. That...could have gone better."
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Helena nods and chooses another arrow, once again nocking it, pulling the string back, and aiming. She waits, focuses on the dummy, and looses the arrow. She doesn't get a bullseye...but she does get the torso. A few inches to the left, and it would have been a perfect hit.
"I don't get how Robin Hood does it," she half-whispers. Sure, he probably isn't real, but Helena had grown up idolizing the hero much like how her father had grown up idolizing Zorro. After all, Robin Hood was a thief, like her mother, and a hero, like her father.
What wasn't to love?
"Practice makes perfect," she says. "I'll get good at this, sooner or later."
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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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"I've had some practice with aim and throwing long-range weaponry. It's not the same thing, not by a long shot, I know, but..." aiming grappling hooks, bat-bolas, batarangs, throwing talons...that all had helped her a little bit.
All she needs is to get used to the new weaponry.
"You didn't pick all this up here," she says. "Not in the short amount of time that you've been here. What did you do before all of this?"
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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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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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