yogen | sights that can't be seen

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identity v: helena adams

sights that can't be seen

Who: Helena Adams and etc.
What: Catch all log - nonevent things, random starters, whatever.
When: December.
Where: All over Yogen.
Warnings: Will edit when needed.

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[the storm is picking up, she knows, but she can't stay inside, or she'll pace the building up and down and then someone will ask what's wrong. twenty minutes, it's all she needs - just twenty minutes, to walk and clear her mind instead of twisting ribbon over and over in her hands, feeling sick to her stomach.

so it was that she slipped out, took her coat and gloves, and carefully exited the dorms, using her mental map to try and orient herself and walk through the snowstorm, swallowing any anger she feels. control, control - she shouldn't be so surprised that there's only blood under everything in this school, that even kind hands move to harm and hurt. nowhere is safe. nowhere is decent. the manor looms large in her mind, and she half expects to smell gunpowder and decay, to simply keep walking and end up back there.

if it wasn't one cage, it was another. if it it wasn't one set of killers, it was another. her head is so full, and time slips away, and everything is cold. the sounds of the world are half muffled by snow and wind, and she has to think about what she knows.

twenty minutes is long gone, by the time she realizes she's been angry enough to be disoriented, that she needs to figure out how to head back, when her soul feels numb enough that maybe she can keep it in ice, and the pain will stay at bay.

it's probably night, given how the air feels, and the wind bites at Helena's cheeks. the snow is too thick to properly gauge where she is unless she were to dig a hole, and it's more trudging than anything else.

nothing for it but to keep walking, trying to find some kind of landmark.

strange, how one can feel alone and yet be at peace with it.]

[it's not often that Helena comes around the sewing area in the school - it's far from her specialty, due to the number of sharp things that exist in the club. but today, she's there, bag on her arm and coming in - she needs to find someone who will be willing to do her a favor in exchange for another. someone with good sewing skills who can hopefully do what she's going to ask.]

Hello? Is anyone here?

[she's listening for them, but if they're busy, then she might be out of luck today, and she'll try for tomorrow.]

[Saturdays are the beginning of the weekend, so they ought to be feeling freer than the rest of the week. but with exams looming, the general unrest in the school, and winter's chill, it's not exactly the freedom it could be, after classes. in fact, it gets dark swiftly enough that it only feels uncertain.

not that this is a problem for her. in fact, she appreciates how quickly people leave after school, as it means she can conduct a little experiment. it's an odd assortment of things she has in her bag, all with string tied to them. it's very simple, how this is meant to go. she takes one item - she's moved onto an apple, at this point - and throws it out the front door as hard as she can, until she hears the plop in the snow. then, confident it's secure, she holds onto the string and walks forward, as if connected-

no. the barrier's not budging.

she's running out of ideas of things to throw. or ways to connect herself, so she can get past it. of course, if other students come to see this, then they can chalk it up to a transfer finally having lost it. at the least, her frustration is building higher and higher.]

[standing outside his room is Helena, with a decent sized paper bag in her arms.]

Merry Christmas, Leo! May I come in for a moment?

[she knows the point of Secret Santa is to be secret, but there's a point now where she can't hide it, not if she's to give him the whole amount of the gift.]

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for pumpkin.

komaeda, 12/24.

ranger.

amami.

12/25, leo.