(closed) you say that I'm kinda difficult, but it's always someone else's fault

[crossbearing]

Date & Time: December 31st
Location: Outside the arrival area, and other adventures
Characters: Chloe Frazer and Helena (closed)
Summary: Helena turns up after a fight with Lady Shiva and Chloe gets to find her.
Warnings: Mentions of violence and some nasty injuries, mentions of death and self destructive tendencies. Anything else will be added!


( She'd been about a half second from blacking out.

She's not entirely sure if she has already, if this is fragments of unconsciousness and damage done by Lady Shiva, the memories threading together in her head and the sudden onset of cold. It bites into her skin and the mix of pain and blood and snow reminds her of No Man's Land, of the Joker. The memories have no place and there's all these new ones contending with them, Allison and Jaime first, then Barbara, Chloe. Others come in, but she's gripping her motorcycle handles hard as she tries to hold it up and herself with it, teeth gritted as she pushes through the snow.

They're her kids. Not like her students back home, different, and she can remember the moon. This isn't the moon, certainly, but her wrist is bloody and broken as she tries to throw her weight behind the bike and make it just-- move, as snowflakes settle in her hair and over her gloves, and the bare skin of her legs and abdomen protest the cold, sticky with blood and scars standing out against the pallor of her skin, even as she tries to pull her cape tighter around her. There are many, between the fresh wounds, but the worst are four bullet wounds on her stomach. )

Comments

[totallytrustworthy]

[Chloe's a night owl. Still is and always has been and likely, if she ever returns to the world as she knew it, will keep at it till someone better off in the business that is her life decides to give her a quick end.

So she's shuttling supplies late at night in the rims and frost when the two unintentionally cross paths, bundled up to her ears against the drift as she squints against the darkness to spot--] Oh Jesus Christ.

[And from there Chloe drops what she's carrying, breaks off into a jog at ten feet off to cover the distance between them, gloved fingers unsure of exactly what to do in response to the mess of red she finds once she's there; after a moment, she yanks her coat off for the sake of settling it round Helena's shoulders.] What the bloody hell did you do?