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(open) strength be granted.
who: Helena and open!
what: Awakening and adjusting to the school.
when: 7/21 and onwards
warnings: None yet.
one.
[it's not obvious, what changes, until it has. no recollection, no understanding, and she goes as still as something inanimate might be. the where, the why, the what - there is nothing, and for the first time in her life, Helena longs for the same feeling of the manor's walls wrapped around her.
it's the benefit of living so long needing to remain hidden at points, to control one's self - she can feel the ghost of hands on her shoulders saying calm your actions, and her hand wraps around the wood of her cane. comforting, familiar. the minute the strange class is dismissed, she waits for everyone else to leave, and then exits, finding a place to stand and be unobtrusive until they scatter back into class.
with the halls empty, she can start listening - really listening, the soft tapping of her cane giving her information. nothing sounds the same, smells the same - this isn't anywhere she knows, even her clothes feel different.
truancy might be against the rules, but Helena needs to know where she is. but if she hears other footsteps, she's immediately ducking into the nearest closet, empty classroom, or anywhere else she can crouch and hide. knowing nothing, everything is alarming, and everyone may be the hunter. and her head being filled with strange memories that aren't hers? she needs time to find the truth.]
two.
[later, there is enough to settle with. later she's been able to grasp a small bit of what's happening, and while the clock tower might intimidate some, it is a place of peace to her. perhaps things are easier due to the cat that's settled on her lap, purring up a storm, soft and warm. where it came from, Helena doesn't know, but its presence does much to make things calmer. stroking its back, a smile comes to her lips, and while there's much still to fear, to question, cat shaped comforts that demand no more than attention ease things.
still, one can't assume they're alone, and the moment there's the sound of something coming up, both Helena and cat are on the alert. her arms wrap around it protectively, head tilted to listen best as whoever or whatever it is draws nearer.
however, the giveaway that this isn't an empty sanctuary is in one mrah that comes from the being in her arms. clearly, Lily May wants to inquire what someone's business actually is before they even finish getting up.]
three.
[classes are...interesting to get through. having been homeschooled for her life, there's something of a novelty for being in these sessions, making one's way to each individual session and meeting so many different teachers. it was what she had hoped would happen when she finally went off to higher education, and getting to try it out now? well, that's not so terrible.
when the extra students have scattered, though, now she's able to explore far more leisurely. opening unlocked doors to walk into rooms, to tap her cane and gain a sense of what this is, what that is. this one is a classroom, so is this one, but this one smells of paint and paper and must be used for art. the sunlight is leaving, is almost gone, and her exploration is undimmed.
still, if she opens a door and hears movement, she's not so quick to simply charge on in. instead, she calls out in a softer voice:]
Is someone there?
wildcard.
[have a different idea for a thread? throw it at me, let's make it happen.
a note: Helena is currently unable to use her PDA.]
what: Awakening and adjusting to the school.
when: 7/21 and onwards
warnings: None yet.
one.
[it's not obvious, what changes, until it has. no recollection, no understanding, and she goes as still as something inanimate might be. the where, the why, the what - there is nothing, and for the first time in her life, Helena longs for the same feeling of the manor's walls wrapped around her.
it's the benefit of living so long needing to remain hidden at points, to control one's self - she can feel the ghost of hands on her shoulders saying calm your actions, and her hand wraps around the wood of her cane. comforting, familiar. the minute the strange class is dismissed, she waits for everyone else to leave, and then exits, finding a place to stand and be unobtrusive until they scatter back into class.
with the halls empty, she can start listening - really listening, the soft tapping of her cane giving her information. nothing sounds the same, smells the same - this isn't anywhere she knows, even her clothes feel different.
truancy might be against the rules, but Helena needs to know where she is. but if she hears other footsteps, she's immediately ducking into the nearest closet, empty classroom, or anywhere else she can crouch and hide. knowing nothing, everything is alarming, and everyone may be the hunter. and her head being filled with strange memories that aren't hers? she needs time to find the truth.]
two.
[later, there is enough to settle with. later she's been able to grasp a small bit of what's happening, and while the clock tower might intimidate some, it is a place of peace to her. perhaps things are easier due to the cat that's settled on her lap, purring up a storm, soft and warm. where it came from, Helena doesn't know, but its presence does much to make things calmer. stroking its back, a smile comes to her lips, and while there's much still to fear, to question, cat shaped comforts that demand no more than attention ease things.
still, one can't assume they're alone, and the moment there's the sound of something coming up, both Helena and cat are on the alert. her arms wrap around it protectively, head tilted to listen best as whoever or whatever it is draws nearer.
however, the giveaway that this isn't an empty sanctuary is in one mrah that comes from the being in her arms. clearly, Lily May wants to inquire what someone's business actually is before they even finish getting up.]
three.
[classes are...interesting to get through. having been homeschooled for her life, there's something of a novelty for being in these sessions, making one's way to each individual session and meeting so many different teachers. it was what she had hoped would happen when she finally went off to higher education, and getting to try it out now? well, that's not so terrible.
when the extra students have scattered, though, now she's able to explore far more leisurely. opening unlocked doors to walk into rooms, to tap her cane and gain a sense of what this is, what that is. this one is a classroom, so is this one, but this one smells of paint and paper and must be used for art. the sunlight is leaving, is almost gone, and her exploration is undimmed.
still, if she opens a door and hears movement, she's not so quick to simply charge on in. instead, she calls out in a softer voice:]
Is someone there?
wildcard.
[have a different idea for a thread? throw it at me, let's make it happen.
a note: Helena is currently unable to use her PDA.]
no subject
[if he's as anxious as she can guess he is, that'll be something of a reassurance. she has no reason to turn on him - not when he's got answers and she's in the dark - and they can both sit. truthfully, it'll work out for her as well, allowing Helena to calm herself to sift through her thoughts.]
I'll hear if anyone's coming this way.
no subject
[It makes sense. It's not like he hasn't noticed the stick and closed eyes; she's probably had practice with this. That does actually make him feel a little safer. Especially since he's got something she needs.
He shifts on the seat, drawing up one leg and resting his arms and chin on his knee, because if you ever see him with good posture it means he's been replaced by a body double. Or is possessed.]
...you're really too kind, Miss Helena.
[It's one of those lines with the double meanings because they're like chips he's gotten hooked. Shin just let your extremely roundabout thanks stand. His jacket rustles as he leans back a little to let more of the afternoon sun streaming through the windows fall onto him, breathing returning to even. His head dips and jerks back up out of a microsleep as he blinks, glances at Helena, and returns his idle gaze to the rest of the classroom, tapping his finger on his knee a little before stopping. If she says something, he has to be awake to hear it.
At least it's not passing out in the middle of a strategy meeting. It's a common enough occurrence for him he just picked up where he left off as if nothing had happened for that one.]
no subject
her thoughts settle down, like sand is supposed to on the bottom of a lakebed, becoming clear and easy to understand. she knows who she is, where she was before. the haze of this school life didn't make that not matter. the faces she knew before, the endless cycle of before, the striving to succeed and find a way out. forward, always forward. there was always some kind of light.
and right now, without her heart wanting to tear itself from her chest in fear, the path is simpler to contemplate. it would require as it always had, one foot in front of the other, one day after the other.]
this is the closest i have to a sleeping icon rip
His breathing shifts to that of someone deeply asleep. After a short while there's quiet sounds when his fingers and legs start twitching, but he doesn't wake up.]
no subject
this time, it just so happens that she's the one protecting someone else. it's not bad, just novel.
Helena will stay where she is - there's no hurry, at least at the moment. she'll be there, half dozing herself, when he finally decides to wake up.]