Helena Rosecraft
Helena blinked at the other boy through the bottom of her window. Honestly, sometime she hated being short. Somehow this angle made something look very off about his ears...
"I suppose this is true," she returned with a small smile. Kyle's optimism did brighten things up, even from a cell away. [color=gray]"Even if the food may not be of the utmost quality, starving to death is not my preferred end. The idea of a body cannibalizing itself is a bit disturbing."[/gray]
However, when Kyle brought up their Pokemon, Helena froze a moment in mid breath with the horror of an unknown fate befalling her only friend. Panic rose up in her chest like when she was expecting a confrontation with her mother. Her muscles clammed up, her hands clenching and her throat tightening until she could barely wheeze in a breath. She would be grateful if it was only a Donphan sitting on her chest, and it took all her will power not to just let herself shrink into a tight ball. Chatot meant everything to her, he was her ray of light in trying times. In fact, she was surprised at herself for not panicking over her own situation thus far, perhaps because a true cage was much less troubling than the idea of her mothers reaction once she went missing.
Unable to speak, Helena moved away from the door again, trying to quietly calm down, hide her fear. She had to look brave and strong, if she was weak people would just walk on her. This thought didn't help her much at all though, just leaving her feeling even worse about herself. She continued to back up into the far wall and ended up curled up tight, sitting on the floor. The crunched form didn't help her breathing, but it felt safer.
There was the sound of the iron door opening though, and hearing people step into the room made her shaking worse, turning her to a shaking, pathetic little ball of messy blonde hair and her sky blue dress.
"Hold on," she heard someone say. Some of the people in the room stopped moving, but she didn't dare relax a muscle. A cold hand touched her wrist, making her jump and give a loud shriek, trying to shrink away. However, she had no where to go, and three finger held tight to her wrist. It took her a moment to realize someone was reading her pulse. "This one's heart rate is too high, it's too tense. We'll have to wait a little while." Her wrist was released, and she quickly retracted it back to safety. There was more rustling, and suddenly she felt something prick her upper arm and quickly inject something, the same cold finger rubbing it in for a few long seconds, before finally taking whoever was with them and leaving her be.
Gradually, she felt her muscles relax, her throat opened up and her heart slowed down to normal oddly quickly. In fact, she felt almost too relaxed, her limbs loose and not willing to move much at all. The muscle relaxants worked quite well, her heart rate slowed enough to make breathing deepen and slow, tempting her to fall asleep. From her spot on the floor, she knew it was only time before they came back for her.