helena is a killer clone (lightinyou) wrote in incompletedata, @ 2017-09-25 12:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | orphan black: helena, supernatural: sam winchester |
Who: Helena (narrative - or open if anyone wants to)
What: Aftermath of the cornucopia
Where: Down the path between I and J
When: Day One of the Hunger Games
Warnings: Hunger Games stuff.
With her arm burning and stinging like crazy, Helena had grabbed the cooler and made a dash towards an exit as fast as she could. As she ran, any loose rocks she could possibly find were also thrown into the cooler. . Still she kept pressing on, wanting to get as far away from other people as she could possibly go. Stopping just for the moment near a pile of rocks, and ducking out of sight as best as she could, she threw open the cooler to find..
Beer. Great. Normally Helena very much liked beer, but this wouldn't keep her alive. The burritos were frozen. Maybe she should have let Matt have it. She felt bad about hitting him so hard with the rock. Sigh. Helena very much hated guilt, even more than she hated hurting people that weren't awful pieces of shit. Grabbing some ice out of the cooler, she put it on her arm and let out a sigh. Damn that felt good. She gave herself a moment to catch her breath.
The first thing she needed to do was find some shelter that was away from everyone. She needed to ration her food, and find a way to make food. Just thawing out the burrito wasn't going to help. It would go bad very quickly. There needed to be fire. She cursed herself for not grabbing the torch and taking it with her, though she'd been too annoyed by that woman throwing it at her to do much of anything else. It must have been nice to have friends. She knew better though. No one was really friends in this place. Were they really not going to stop this until everyone was dead? Damn.
Cursing in Ukranian under her breath, Helena put down the cooler and took out the rocks that she'd been carrying with her. Those were for protection. Though she was torn between just asking someone to kill her, in the chance that she would be back with her children sooner or later, and wanting to survive, survival always won out in the end. For now she was busy trying to move the rocks out of the way, hoping to get in behind them. After all she was very good at squeezing through small spaces, especially now that she wasn't pregnant any more.
It would take a long time, and she didn't really have the tools for it, except for her hands. A little burn was nothing though, compared to some of the other tortures she'd been through. If she heard people coming, she would stop what she was doing and hide as much as she could. By the end her hands were blistered and torn up and she felt horrible, but at least she could possibly squeeze through and see what was behind these boulders. There was definitely something back there, more than just another pile of rocks. Space. Maybe there she could rest for a while.