Helena is the (lionessrises) wrote in repose, @ 2018-04-10 21:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, claire johnson, leena bertolini |
Dinner: Claire and Leena
Who: Claire J and Leena B
What: Dinner
Where: Claire's house
When: After this
Warnings/Rating: Probably low
Making up? Settling things with Jack unknotted the mess of things in her belly. Anger and worry and confusion and -- yeah, whatever. It was done like the night with the books. Atticus hadn't seemed to be holding any hard feelings regarding that and as such, she really wasn't intent on hanging on to it. It happened. She was herself again, not La Reina.
Or as much of herself as she ever was. Before the Center, she'd been slightly curious about who she was before, but since... Since the day they all called her Helena until she broke down, she'd never been really curious. Intent even about who she was. Now she needed to know, and with Bruce gone and Cat's memory just as bad as her own, it seemed like going back to Jersey was the best step to find who Helena was. Maybe there she'd find out how she ended up in the facility.
Or something.
At least something.
Though her thoughts were heavy, her steps were not as she walked up Claire's driveway, clad in her usual boots, jeans, t-shirt and hoodie. Her hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail, but it was no longer dull and lifeless, but vibrant, and the end bounced lightly against her back. The hood was drawn up, a signal she didn't want to talk to the people on the street, but as she neared Claire's door, she pushed it back down, the collar of her t-shirt visible above the closed zipper. She didn't bother knocking, Claire had said it'd be open, and she didn't pause over the doorstep before walking in and locking it behind her.
"Hey, it's me!" She called out. Unlocked door or not, Leena was still going to announce herself.