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thecapitol2014-07-02 03:45 pm
thegirlwonder) wrote in thecapitol2014-07-02 03:45 pm
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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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"Or if they are, they distort the information to make us more interesting, as if we need any help in that department." Another toothy grin.
Leaning forward she started in on her chili dog again as the ice cream dripped lazily down the side of it's glass. "Can't believe I never saw it before, that strong square jaw. Family tragedy. Three or four different robins, three adopted sons...who knows who the blond Robin was." She mused out loud. "Then there's the three batgirls, batwoman...I think there's a batcow."
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"Daughter of...well. You know," Helena grinned, embarrassed. "I'm not sure what else they'd find out about me that could make me any more interesting."
Helena blinked, a piece of potato laden with cheese, sour cream, and beef halfway to her mouth. "Batcow?" What?
"None of this sounds familiar," Helena said, trying to move past Batcow. "Back home, it's just me, Mom, and Dad." She paused. "Well, just me and Dad, now. I'm Robin." Well, most of the cards were on the table anyway. What was one more little detail? She'd rather not have the assumption running around that she was Batgirl or Catgirl.
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This reaction wasn't as over the top or funny however. Her face went slack and an off color for a moment.
"What um...what happened to her?" She asked delicately, setting her meal aside once more.
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Suddenly, Helena seemed very young indeed.
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it's not your Kitty Harley. She's from another universe.
But reminding herself that didn't make it any easier.
Scooting her chair back she leaned into Helena wrapping powerful arms around her into a hug. Quietly she wondered if Batman was a hugger.
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Still, Helena let herself be pulled into Harley's hug. She didn't know what sort of relationship Selina and Harley would have shared - friendship, enmity, something halfway in between - but at least Harley knew of Selina.
And Selina on Harley's world couldn't be all that different from Helena's own mother, could she?
"I'm sorry," Helena said, her voice hoarse. "I'm fine. Really." In truth, it had been little more than a month since Selina had died. She was still grieving.
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"I've lost a lot of friends already, but Selina would have been miles better then my mom. "
She loved her mom, but she was such a nag.
"We'll probably be doing a lot my crying before all this is over. But it's better to cry together then to bottle it up alone."
Especially if or when she found out that a version of Bruce had been here before and had died before any heroics could take place.
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Boy was it going to be a hell of a shocker when she eventually did.
"She was amazing," Helena said. "Smart. Strong. Sophisticated. Kept Dad in his place." She smiled as she said that. More often than not, Bruce had always given in to Selina. "I'm sure your mom was good in her own way, too?" Because Helena couldn't imagine not having a mother who you didn't get along with. A mother who wasn't your best friend. How did that even work?
"Has anyone...you know. Died died? Like. Permanently?"
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That expression soon fell when she asked that question and Harley tugged on her collar.
"Alright well...see the way it works is if you die in the arena and don't come back after awhile...it's best to assume the Capitol got tired of them or for whatever reason decided not to bring them back. Knowing that...yeah lots of people. Only a couple have died in the Capitol but it's implied that if you die in the Capitol you don't come back." Her voice was uncharacteristically serious here and her lips pouted.
"Kinda makes it hard to think about putting up a fight really if you value your health."
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"I'm not sure how comforting this is."
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"I can sugar coat it for ya if you think it would go down easier. Or I could soak it in booze. That's what a lot of tributes do to stop thinking about it."
The hard part was how to give her hope without saying something that could get her in more trouble.
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"Well so long as you never give up sweets." She winked before her face became more solemn. The expression seemed unnatural on her usually smiling face.
"If that's how you feel kid...well there's some heavy big bombs I've been holding back. If you think you can handle em then I'll tell ya the worst of it. But if you wanna work up to it we can keep eating. Maybe swap stories about your mom." An encouraging half smile.
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Here...
Here everything was different. Alliances shifted. Priorities changed. People who might have been enemies instead turned into people who you'd like to call friend.
"I have too deep seated a love for chocolate malt milkshakes and peach rings to ever give up sweets," she chuckled. "I'm game to talk about Mom," Helena nodded. "Or, you know. Be bombed. Because I have to get used to that too, right?"
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Clearing away the empty wrappers and half eaten ice cream to one side she met the girls gaze.
"In my first arena some others from Gotham came. My Gotham. None of them are here anymore." She felt awful having to deliver bad news but the girl needed to know.
"Bruce Wayne spent weeks protecting men, women and children from the arena, but when his son was dragged into the lake by a giant snake, he dove in to save him. The snake died, the boy lived, Bruce was eaten by the fish in the lake before he made it to out."
Harley sighed hanging her head "and the Capitol didn't seem to think he was worth bringing back. Shows what their taste is like."
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The slight smile that had been on Helena's face faded as Harley told her about Bruce's death. A numbness - not dissimilar to the kind that filled her after Selina's death - crawled up her spine. She opened her eyes wide and blinked repeatedly. Not my dad. Not my dad. Not my dad. "And his...son?"
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"Didn't come back either. And the other sons that arrived later also never came back from their respective arenas. You are the latest in the Wayne family line to come to the Capitol...and well you're off to a good start having made it back from your first death." she explained softly.
Then offering a smile she squeezed the girls hand.
"And you've got me. The others only ever acted like they were keeping an eye on me. They never actually trusted me to help them out. I'm hoping you'll be a little more flexible."
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"Reformed is such a harsh word. Let's just say I've made some "Adjustments." She winked.
"Because if there's one thing that Bats was never good at, it was being impulsive. And around here when they're already so many steps ahead of us we gotta work with what we got which ain't much. So being unpredictable is helpful."
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Just not the kind that got people killed.
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"Of course he did. He's gotta be some kinda control freak. That's probably why my Kitty hasn't settled down with him yet."
An encouraging grin and she waves the server over to get some refills for their drinks.
"So how good are you at fancy parties?" She teased with a curl to her lips not unlike a smug cat.
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"There are few things I'm more comfortable in than a designer gown and jewels, mingling and drinking ginger ale." A cape and mask was one of those things, though.
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"I'm heading to a donor party tonight. I know technically your mentor should be introducing you to these things but I've never been one to keep my nose out of other peoples business." she winked.
"They'll have plenty of fancy outfits for you in your room but if you can't find something you like ask your stylist. They'll hook you up and make you feel like an idiot while everyone tells you how hip and fashionable you are." She laughed knowing full well just how ridiculous Capitol fashion is.
"You do the fancy party circuit and make friends with the right rich bubbleheads and they'll give you the gifts you need in the arena to keep from checking out early. You last long enough and you've got a real shot at winning your way out of the arena before anyone else we know shows up."
All of this was a great way to distract from the utterly horrific situation or the crushing knowledge of the Waynes that had come before her.
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Her eyes darted towards Harley for a moment. Definitely don't wanna come across the Joker either.
"Make friends, win fans, get people to like me, and I might win? Gee, nice to know that this isn't a popularity contest at all."
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In a more somber tone that didn't suit her she added "All we can do is prepare. Build you up as much as we can and let you loose on the next arena. After that it's all on you to make use of what we get you."