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thearena2013-02-01 02:41 am
bronzed_future) wrote in thearena2013-02-01 02:41 am
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Closed; Helena's First Death
WHO| H.G. Wells & Alpha
WHAT| Helena dies, but not without a fight
WHEN| Third Week
WHERE| Near the Cornucopia
WARNINGS/NOTES| fighting and death
She was dying. There was no immediate outward sign of this impending death. Miraculously she'd managed to avoid frostbite and towards the beginning of her arrival into this "game" she'd stumbled upon those horrible sea birds, but inside Helena knew she was dying. In an environment such as this there was only so much a person, even one as smart as she was, could do to survive sane and whole. The brief interaction with her fellow players, or whatever this world called them, did nothing to answer any questions she still had about this world, nor did it offer any solid mental stimulation. No, if she wanted to have any chance at really surviving then she needed to go back to the beginning of this journey and uncover what she could.
It was a slow walk back to the Cornucopia. There was a certain amount of paranoia that she maintained against her fellow survivors; she still recalled those images of the dead that lit-up the night sky her first evening. Finding the pair in the crevasse had been more curiosity on her part than a willingness to actually trust the men. So it was with a careful eye she finally made it back to where she had first appeared. Slowly she examined the small platforms that delivered the players into the event.
WHAT| Helena dies, but not without a fight
WHEN| Third Week
WHERE| Near the Cornucopia
WARNINGS/NOTES| fighting and death
She was dying. There was no immediate outward sign of this impending death. Miraculously she'd managed to avoid frostbite and towards the beginning of her arrival into this "game" she'd stumbled upon those horrible sea birds, but inside Helena knew she was dying. In an environment such as this there was only so much a person, even one as smart as she was, could do to survive sane and whole. The brief interaction with her fellow players, or whatever this world called them, did nothing to answer any questions she still had about this world, nor did it offer any solid mental stimulation. No, if she wanted to have any chance at really surviving then she needed to go back to the beginning of this journey and uncover what she could.
It was a slow walk back to the Cornucopia. There was a certain amount of paranoia that she maintained against her fellow survivors; she still recalled those images of the dead that lit-up the night sky her first evening. Finding the pair in the crevasse had been more curiosity on her part than a willingness to actually trust the men. So it was with a careful eye she finally made it back to where she had first appeared. Slowly she examined the small platforms that delivered the players into the event.