[Thread] What Makes The Universe Go Round and Round

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Characters: OU: Helena Campbell, OU: John Preston
Where: The Church
When: 6PM on a cool evening. [[Backdated]]
Summary: Helena is trying to discover if John Preston is the right man to test out her theory as well as trying to figure out just exactly who John Preston really is.
Warnings: Shouldn't be any at all.

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Preston walked into the church without hesitation, walking to the middle in the main aisle before stopping. The setting was vaguely familiar to him, and not just because he'd been here once before early on when he arrived in Econtra. No, the setting reminded him of a specific memory, one from back home, brief but potent. It was in a similar setting, out in the Nethers, that Preston had confronted his partner.

But that was the past, and it had no effect on him now. He glanced around swiftly and settled his gaze on the girl sitting alone in one of the pews. That was Helena. She was easy to recognize; she looked exactly like the Princess. He walked crisply up to her and stopped in front, one pew separating them simply through necessity. (Small spaces.) He gazed down on her and for a brief moment it almost looked as though he would so some sort of softer expression. But the impression was gone before it even really began.

"Helena Campbell," he greeted in his near monotone voice.

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Helena had barely even heard John Preston come in and when he did she was a bit surprised. She knew he was without emotion but she had honestly never seen anyone so stone faced before, except on spoof tv shows where the FBI Agents or Cops were so serious it was hilarious. That is exactly what John Preston made her think of.

As Helena stood up to reach out her hand to shake his she smiled, trying very very hard not to laugh. However, she was never very good at things like that and a soft giggle did escape her lips as she said, "Nice to meet you John Preston." She smiled emphatically. She couldn't help it.

She did hope, however, that she would not come off as a threat to John Preston. He already appeared a bit edgy and she had no idea what might or might not set off this man before her. Though he looked almost silly being so serious she could tell by his stiff manner that he was man who would not hesitate to do whatever it was he had to do under any circumstances.

But still she softly smiled to him and waited for him to shake her

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John practically frowned at the girl's attitude towards him but the expression wasn't quite realized, just hinted at through his features yet not actually there. He reached out with his hand and gave hers one solid shake before releasing it.

She was definitely no threat to him; he could easily read her, and though he would never no what the emotion "happiness" or "amused" felt like, he knew that was exactly what she was giving off at the moment. And they were emotional highs, not lows--no threat. She was not the Princess, that was blatantly clear through the sound of her voice. Just because she was cheerful didn't mean he was going to gun her down. Not here at least.

He analyzed her for a moment more before straightening into a semi-formal parade rest type of stance--his hands clasped lightly behind his back, his shoulders back but not strained, and his feet should-width apart. It was about as relaxed as he was bound to get.

"You wished to speak with me?" he asked, getting right down to business.

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Helena watched as Preston "relaxed" and could not help feeling as though she had offended him. "I'm really sorry... for laughing that is- I just uhh... Well, I've never met anyone who... couldn't umm... I'm sorry