Helena.
@DevoutVendetta
“Not that I’m some kind of hero, but there comes a point when to survive… the hunted must become the huntress.” | #DCRP & parody
She’s dragging her aching form; broken bones and crimson as she clutches at her side. In the nearest alleyway, she takes respite — propping up her form against the brickwork to try and catch her breath.
She frowns, a little in confusion and a little in offence. She’d hope to God she didn’t look like law enforcement, but she brushes it aside. “Not a cop.” Helena says, somewhat firmly. “I’m told you know the mob here better than anyone. I’m looking for someone.”
- "I don't consult for the police anymore, miss. I suggest you find your way."
i am, more often than not, outside of my body. i am watching myself perform the mundanities of life. task one, task two, playing out in front of me like a reel of film. it's nicer to think i'm watching someone else's life.
Hollow and empty inside. The feeling eats away like an ache within her.