“I think her innie name's 'Heleny'?”

super rich kids with nothing but loose ends / super rich kids with nothing but fake friends

[hellyenae]

this is an independent rp blog for helena / helly r. from severance. written by anya. she/her, 25+. <3

ON INDEFINITE HIATUS

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RULES / ASK

[trin-santos]

I prefer to sing — Adonis, Selected Poems (tr. Khaled Mattawa)

[sneezestwice]

A glance is spared in Helly's direction, the question posed is never really something she's been directly asked about. A deep yet measured breath passes her lips, "most of my time is spent on wellness sessions. I haven't experienced much beyond that."

She enjoyed this time though, maybe not the circumstances that brought them here, but she liked being around Helly and the rest of MDR. "So, to answer your question--in general, I guess."

When she looks to meet Helly's gaze, she's met with her inquisitive stare, and maybe a glint of worry as well. She offers her a gentle smile in return. "I like being around you all," she says. "I hope we can help you feel better. I know it can be...an adjustment."

[hellyenae]

helly is a blunt person. she wouldn't speak anything other than her own thoughts, unfiltered feelings & opinions. her knee-jerk instinct is to be rude, but miss casey is giving her nothing to be rude about. she's just being... kind. it's strange & helly doesn't know what to make of it.

❛ that's... nice of you. ❜ helly pushes out a sigh. denied her humanity & denied her attempted way out of here, pain bleeds into her words. ❛ it's cool to know i'm not totally fucking unbearable to be around. ❜

there's a silence that falls, luminescent lumon halls glowing in the absence of words. helly offers a hint of a smile to miss casey; that's probably the most she can offer, at this point. ❛ i like being around you, too. i'm sorry you haven't seen anything other than wellness sessions. ❜

her curiosity is nearly insatiable. helly then asks, ❛ do you know anything about your outie? ❜

[sneezestwice]

Most of her days were spent in one room. A life not quite secluded, after all she did see the others, but still her existence often felt like a blink. Her hope was that at the very least, it mattered to the other innies. That she could help them at all.

Helly was quite different, more defiant, brasher in a way. She seemed to want out more than anyone, to the point of nearly dying for it. A fact that gave her a twinge of sadness. Concern. Miss Casey didn't exactly want out, but she certainly wanted more. But she couldn't risk squandering what she had by seeking that.

The words cause her quick and steady pace to slow just a bit, as she looks over at Helly. She hesitates a little, "sometimes," she admits. Then, she returns her gaze forward. "I don't usually get a lot of time."

[hellyenae]

helly directs a curious look to miss casey, not certain what to make of her response. don't usually get a lot of time. of course, being the ever-curious innie, to a fault perhaps, helly had to voice her inquisitiveness.

❛ yeah? ❜ she furrows her brow, hazel eyes lingering on the other woman. there's no aggression in her tone, unless one could count her as aggressively curious in general. maybe she'd feel better about being watched after her attempt if she knew more about the woman babysitting her. ❛ as in, what? you don't get a lot of chances to go out into the hallway? ❜

she doesn't stop there, though. with the click of uncomfortable heels (that her outie dressed her in), helly repositions herself to get a closer look at miss casey. ❛ ... or, are you saying that you don't get a lot of time in general, like, at all? ever? ❜

[hellyenae]

the long, winding halls of lumon are like a maze. helly finds herself endlessly curious about the walls beyond MDR, about the places she, as an innie, probably isn't supposed to go. miss cobel would have her head for it, she'd guess, but that's just all the more reason for her to want to find out what's beyond there. nobody keeps things secret without a reason, after all.

she speaks to miss casey when there's a lull in conversation on the way to getting more supplies. ❛ you ever wonder what's out there? ❜ an inquisitive quirk of her brow, arms folded. ❛ i mean, this place is fucking huge. there's gotta be something interesting to find in these halls. ❜

@sneezestwice

[sneezestwice]

hi hi!! this is a brand new indie rp blog for gemma scout/ms. casey of the series severance! I'm looking for folks to write/plot with, so if you'd possibly be interested in interacting, please like/reblog this post!! ♡

[sevcredsoul]

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a low activity multifandom multimuse

muses | guidelines

by vanessa

[abusedog]

❝ so, you're really gonna go through with it, @hellyenae? ❞ he wonders out loud, as they go on their in their daily walk through the Hamptons' winding paths.

❝ i mean, it's― like, i know it's your brain and all, but... really? ❞ he gets why she's doing it. as a matter of fact, he's not sure he wouldn't do the same, in her place. but if his family was fucked up, the eagans were on a whole other level.

[hellyenae]

❛ yes, really. ❜ helena's response is a bit clipped, her jaw tense; the truth that she wouldn't readily admit to is that her father had pressured her into it, that she'd been nothing but her family's pawn. she tries to enjoy her walk with roman while she can, but the topic weighs heavily on her mind.

❛ the severance procedure has garnered some ... controversy since its inception. if people see that even the CEO's daughter is willing to get severed and work among the common laborers, they'll see that it isn't so bad, right? ❜ ...in other words, it's a PR stunt. a terrible one.

[rnismatch]

you dumb asshole, you just won $0,000

[tamagotchi]

😍fuck

[extremelyunforchies]

our beautiful groupchat sentence starters, part 2

feel free to replace any words / swap pronouns in these if these if necessary!

imagine you're in the fucking apocalypse and you get killed by a fucking stove

anyone know if we got nuke today?

only pissing is a part of the human experience, if you shit you're a freak!

map my bush, boy!

it's ok i can reclaim any slu r i want. iIm ___.

or a wife with another gun. i dont discriminate. #loveislove

i hope there are Never smiles again

I love having enemies and frowning

so i fear i cannot have my name be associated with Piss at my job

the thing is, he WON'T DIE!

he does charity work by dating ugly men

everybody hates my homunculus

keeping a middle aged French man as my pet

this would be great if you changed everything

my circumstances have increased

Can I add a boy in here

why does she have child-killing hips?

he's dressed like a bdsm jester

whoa you're a redhead with shoulder length hair and you have a job?!?! they did that to my friend ___

i don't think this horse needs any more expanding

daddy needs some breakfast

theyre doing shady things to our yogurt!

uncensored alien pregnancy

this man got diagnosed with Balatro Foot

Come to my house, where I have a creepy and upsetting ___ bust, made out of obsidian

there's only cursed, evil, loveless penis facts

this is what the kids call 'cracked', just like my ass

hey everyone! today i'm exploding this homeless person

what's a little tulpa between men or whatever... skibidi

Nipples be damned, my boy can cook a grill

she wants his hunky heart shaped body

I'll kill you, and I'll kill you! Let's kill you!

here baby boy for your amusement [evil fucked up sound that makes u deaf]

you're really gonna come out here, guns blazing, with the "heh"?

report to the beating immediately

hey, i have a question about your toes

my morally pure wet spot on the carpet

nothing beats the platonic non-sexual feeling of having a cock in your hand

dinner today consists of blueberries, apples, cruesli, raspberries and The Skull

sThey (Healthcare pronouns) will see your gunshot hole and go "yeah that's a gunshot"

if you analyze the plot you will find that the nutcracker shooting me is the reason why i died

i hear the song's legs

my timmy turner tulpa is hurting me

the black eyed peas have a creature that they keep on reserve that makes noise when they hit it

this is a critical category 5 ___ penis moment

we met when we were in the vietnam war, when we were soldiers, remember that?

[sevcredsoul]

of course, helena didn’t have a choice. she never had a choice in anything. even as a small child, helena was never given choices. someone, more often than not her father, would always make decisions for her. from what she ate for breakfast for the last 30 years to her the clothes that made up her wardrobe. and helena has learned early on in life that she would not be allowed to defy those choices made on her behalf.

the severance procedure was just another choice made for helena and she knew the consequences of she had even tried to sway the decision.

cctv footage plays in helena’s head — I DO NOT LOVE MY DAUGHTER.

she had suspected as much, since she reached puberty he had treated her as if she was nothing more than a pawn in a game of corporate chess … of course, he didn’t love her, if he ever had.

her eyes meet helly’s, ❛ we have about an hour before we’ll be expected for dinner with father. how about a tour of the rest of the estate? ❜ a tight forced smile playing upon her lips as she moved toward the double doors leading to the main entryway. ❛ perhaps we’ll have time to see the indoor pool … ❜

[hellyenae]

it's a strange thing for helly to wrap her head around — the way helena communicates. it's as if she was conditioned to watch every word she said, like the freedom of self-expression had been nipped at the bud far too early on. helly, on the other hand, probably has a lot to learn in that regard if she wants to survive this predicament. ❛ the pool? uh... yeah, okay. sure. why the fuck not? ❜

if that's helena's way of taking her to some place more private to talk, perhaps, then helly will take it. she can't bring herself to match that tight-lipped smile, remaining baffled as she was the day she awoke on that office table. as she follows helena through the sprawling estate, a chill runs through her. this place doesn't look that far off from the severed floor, after all...

❛ is this what every home is like? ❜ helly asks, each step carrying the confidence of someone who'd never been scolded into walking otherwise. ❛ fuck, i've never even seen a pool before. that's huge. ❜ for that matter, helly hadn't seen water since irving was trying to drown her — or, helena, rather.

[demilypyro]

99% of repressors give up right before they successfully don't feel anything. Don't stop shoving it down. You can get through this unscathed

[hellyenae]

i know in my heart of hearts that helly would love to play with bugs if she ever saw them. i know she'd pick up a cicada. she'd let a beetle crawl on her hand. she'd think it was the coolest shit on earth without a doubt

[godstrayed]

　𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇, isn’t it? Waking up into a world that insists you were never alive before it. No memory, no anchor to tether you to the self they insist exists elsewhere. You open your eyes to white walls and humming lights, and they tell you politely, insistently that this is it. That this box is your beginning and your end. That your purpose is here, at this desk, chasing numbers across a screen like they mean something more than their shape.

Mark finds it difficult to breathe sometimes. Not because there’s no air, but because the air here doesn't belong to the outside world. It belongs to them. It tastes like control both stale and measured. The others, they’ve been here longer. Their smiles are thinner, their hope ground down to dust. You can see it in their eyes: that hollow, frightened kind of knowing. They've tried things. All of them. And all of it failed.

But that doesn't stop the thing growing in him. The unrest. The terrible ache that hums beneath the surface of every calm nod and every chirpy morning greeting.

❝ There has to be something they’re not telling us. ❞ Why else would they demand such a violent cut between flesh and mind? He doesn’t know. But he intends to. ╱ @hellyenae

[hellyenae]

❛ well, yeah. no doubt. ❜ helly cocks her head to the side, a listless little laugh escaping her. she'd tried everything she could before eventually resigning herself to this job; all she existed for was to sit in this office, apparently. her own outie had told her as much, years ago, when she delegated helly to being less than a person.

orienting mark to such a life is... strange, conversely. she envies that curiosity he openly has; helly had done plenty of things to rebel before eventually accepting, despite her spitfire nature, that she didn't have much of a choice in things. ❛ the thing is that they really, really don't want us finding anything out. believe me, i've tried, and it... it fucking sucks, learning that the hard way. ❜

that is to say, learning nothing. even so, she kicks one leg over the other, folded in a haphazard manner and leans back in her chair to eye mark. ❛ ... but i like your way of thinking. what exactly are you wondering about? ❜ she keeps her voice lowered, a part of her paranoid about what could happen if she's overheard by any of the higher-ups. ❛ if it's not in any of their shitty handbooks, maybe i can help you figure things out. ❜

[sevcredsoul]

helena's eyes cast down at her heeled toes. unable to keep eye contact with the mirror image of herself. of course, she never hated helly. she wanted, her entire life, for the things helly had been given freely on the severed floor. helly had an entire family on the severed floor who loved her without stipulations and conditions.

a deep sigh escaped her pink painted lips, the procedure had been sprung on her by the board less than twenty-four hours before it took place. a gracious amount of time, according to mr. drummond and natalie, both of whom were over the moon about the whole thing. she wasn't allowed to say no. father wouldn't have allowed for it, nor the board. lumon needed an eagan to undergo the procedure to show the public just how safe severance was. she was to be a publicity stunt that came with the price of half of herself.

memories from the gala flooded her mind. one moment, drinking champagne with natalie preparing for her rehearsed speech. the next she was on the stage floor, with everyone in the room staring at her.

❛ that was natalie's idea ... 'freaking awesome' something about connecting with the youth. ❜ the words are mumbled, something helena doesn't find herself doing often. her gaze lifted, meeting helly's eyes.

❛ i was given as much a choice as you were. ❜

[hellyenae]

❛ ... really? you didn't have a choice? ❜ helly's voice softened more than she anticipated it to, lowered to a quiet note. her gaze lingered on helena, brows knit in concern and a clear expression of perturbation. knowing that helena was just as burdened as helly was by a lack of choice, equally as deprived of free will — it put things into perspective in an all new way. helly never thought she'd feel bad for helena, but here she was... she understood her. perhaps there really was something to being the same person as her, even if in a roundabout way.

❛ jesus. those people really are monsters. ❜ her and helena's own family, the man who'd essentially created her — they sickened helly. she took a deep breath, shaking her head slowly. a part of her wished, in that moment, that she had better skills in the department of comforting. instead, her reassurance came in the form of trying to find common ground — in a way, it was a rage that might be mutually beneficial. if helena had been, in some way, discouraged from showing her displeasure, then helly would make up for it with her own flippance.

❛ it was for him, wasn't it? ❜ the implication was left there, without saying jame's name. ❛ family isn't supposed to treat each other like that. that's not love. ❜

helly had more she could say, but she held off. ❛ hey, do you wanna get out of here? maybe go some place we can talk? like, really talk? i know i'm supposed to live here, but this place is too fucking creepy to linger around. ❜

[sevcredsoul]

helena's jaw tightened at helly's insistence. her eyes carefully scanning the room, she was raised knowing there was nothing she could do that her father wouldn't somehow know about. she wouldn't be surprised if there were cameras watching her every move, even in the place she was forced to call home.

a quiet sigh escaped her, eyes focusing on helly, her shoulders still tightly wound. she knew for this predicament to work, she needed helly to trust her and she would need to trust helly. an olive branch from their previous interactions -

❛ i don't hate you ❜ it came out smaller than intended, but it was honest, perhaps the most honest helena had ever been about her other self. having seen how free helly had been, even in the confines of the severed floor ... helena hated that she would never experience what helly could, what she had.

a soft pause filled the space between them, her voice quiet but assured. ❛ i've said and done things that i am ashamed of, but i don't hate you. ❜ i never have. if anything helena only hated herself for becoming a shell of what, helly has shown her, she could have been.

[hellyenae]

the flame within helly was calmed slightly by the admittance — she'd been fully ready to duke it out with her outie if helena took the bate. instead, the response given felt more like a peace offering. ( or an admittance of defeat...? helly wouldn't have expected her to feel so downtroddenn. )

helly's own shoulders relaxed, a pensive look on her face. ❛ you... you don't? ❜ she didn't intend for her own voice to come out so soft amidst the surprise, but helena really threw a curveball at her. it was confusing — & it had helly questioning everything. ❛ i'm surprised. i don't know, i figured you would have. it's kinda hard to start shit with you if you're ashamed of it. ❜

a saddened, ironic type of smile finds its way to helly's face — an expression she might've learned through muscle memory of the woman she was created from.

❛ it would've been nice if things started off better, that's for sure. i mean... did you even want to get severed in the first place, helena? was it really as 'freaking awesome' as you said it was for that... party thing? ❜ the gala in which the overtime contingency happened; helly kept thinking about it, even now.

[sevcredsoul]

brow instinctively raised as helly had taken a seat. of course, she was already wanting information out of her. the curious creature just couldn't be satisfied no matter the circumstances it seemed. though, helena was certain that she wouldn't have the answer to whatever question she was bound to be asked, never quite let out of the dark regarding anything of importance.

helena had to fight to keep her face composed as the words left helly's lips. part of her wished she could so freely speak about her father in such a way. her ( their? ) father was a powerful man whom no one in their right mind would question.

truth be told, helena had found herself thinking similarly, unsure of why he did most of things. he had always been - particular when she was growing and still. but helena would not dare question him or his decisions aloud, in fear of what she would face in return.

 ❛ father is a very particular man, and it might do you good to not question him. ❜ surely if their conversation would to be overheard, any other response would result in a compunction session and helena wasn't yet ready to take that risk. though helly wouldn't need to worry about punishments, not when her pure defiance was what had convinced jame that she should be split from helena permanantly.

[hellyenae]

❛ ... really? ❜ there was doubt clearly audible in helly's response, incredulity that matched her stubborn expression. her knee-jerk reaction was to take helena's answer as malice, given the tumultuous dynamic the two had shared for so long. something within her, however, hesitated. if she really was the same person as helena, born from her as a version free of jame eagan in her upbringing, then maybe there was something to be said about how helena refused to answer. maybe something sinister was at play.

cue a shrug of her shoulder, masking underlying anxiety with nonchlanance. ❛ well, it's a good thing i'm questioning you, not him. ❜ her gaze on helena lingered, perhaps for a bit too long, before darting away. ❛ unless this place has cameras and microphones everywhere like the severed floor, i'm not gonna repeat whatever you tell me back to him. i wouldn't do that. ❜

she had no interest in becoming a replacement for helena or the next heir to kier. frankly, helly thought all of the family's beliefs were bullshit. such could happen from a woman who hadn't been raised with the eagan's ways — or raised at all, frankly. taking a deep breath, helly tries again in a lowered voice, inching closer to helena. ❛ is it really that bad that you can't tell me anything? or do you just hate me too much to talk to me? ❜