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Milla Vodello ([personal profile] belongsontv) wrote in [community profile] thearena2014-12-15 03:32 pm

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Who| Milla Vodello & You
What| Catch all log for Milla's first week in the arena, followed by her death.
Where| Around the arena.
When| Week 1 until her death
Warnings/Notes| Psychic shenanigans, anything else will be added.

[OPEN] General Wanderings

The quiet of the station wasn't quite as foreboding as it could have been really. The trickle of loud thoughts from those within her telepathy's range and the creaking of the space station itself was enough to help Milla adjust to her powers being back. The comfort of levitation and telepathy steadied her as she quietly floated along through the dilapidated halls of the station.

She slowly comes to a stop when she sees someone ahead of her. The real struggle is whether to back off or approach. The secret agent opts to approach cautiously but keeps some distance initially as she speaks up. Her voice is still quiet and measured to avoid having it echo. "Are you alright, darling?"


OPEN- After her fight with Venus

The Brazilian woman can only grimace openly as she clutches at her side. Everything aches in a way it hasn't in quite awhile. That fight had been an awful idea in the long run and Milla knows it. She'll beat herself up about it later.

Any curses she wants to spout are stilled as she finds a quiet corner to just sit down in. Her injuries aren't going to heal themselves, but she's been walking for awhile now. It certainly would be best to just rest for a short time. Whilst she's not the brightest of the colored jumpsuits the tributes were crammed in, a living person amongst all the wreckage of the station is a hard thing to miss. Even if Milla is doing her best to just remain quiet and still.
futilecycle: (Dream on)

[personal profile] futilecycle 2015-01-13 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Sigma frowns disapprovingly. "...Let's agree to call a spade a spade." He knew that Mila was, perhaps, attempting to trivialize the situation to get him to leave. But the Arena was hardly a place for formalities, and if she would not demand he disappear, he would work to collect an ally. He looks around almost anxiously, as if waiting for someone or something that should be there. An expression of confusion crosses his face and he closes his eye to waste time worrying. No foresight. No death. No news is good news, he hoped, unless their fates were already sealed.

When he opens his eye again, his anxiety has vanished. "...Can you wait here for a few minutes? I will search for some medical supplies. You should be alright, if I hurry..." He does not mean that he thinks she will succumb to her injuries.