Make a Wish and Blow Out the Candles - Narrative

[legallygreen]

Characters: Jennifer Walters 
Time:  Very late evening or early morning, February 28th
Location:  St. Peter's
Content: At a loss for what to do, and broken up over what has happened, Jennifer turns to someone she would have never thought to ask for help if not for the circumstances.
Format: Narrative
Warnings: Angst?

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[thewordsknight]

The Powers That Be have a funny way of responding to things sometimes, it usually happens in the least exciting and least noticeable ways. The trouble with prayer was that people kept expecting flashes of silver light and angelic figures descending from on high preceded by an angelic choir but never even thought to look toward plain-looking, tired, soaking wet men limping in through the church door.

Then again, it was probably just a coincidence.

John Ross let the church door swing shut behind him as he limped into the building, shrugging off his soaking greatcoat he glanced toward the umbrella propped against the wall and looked inside. He spotted the kneeling woman easily enough and made his way around the church as quietly as he could, sticking to the far wall and out of her way as much as possible. He had really just come in to find a place to sit down for a little while.

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A moment or two more to indulge. Then back to finding a real solution to her problem. Jennifer was so busy trying not to do an all out sob that she did not notice when someone else came into the church. Finally, she sat up, and wiped her eyes on the handkerchief in her pocket, trying hard not to relapse into tears. She could be stronger than that.

Sniffling, she stood up then froze as she saw a figure o the other side of the church. She was alarmed until she realized he was limping, walking with a cane as he moved along the side of the church. Another patron, nothing more, but he did not have the ghost look to him of the half-there people.

Curling the handkerchief into her pocket, Jennifer left the pew and approached him, needing to do more than just think about her own problems, lest she burst into tears again.

"Need a hand?" She asked softly, her voice thick.

[thewordsknight]

John glanced over as the woman stood up and made her way over. In his experience there were two reasons most people came into a church and by the look on her face, even from far away, he could tell which one had brought her here. He didn't visit churches often, being the one who was usually sent by the powers that be usually meant he had to solve his own problems where that was concerned. Today, however, he'd felt drawn to it.

"I'm fine." He said as she made her way over, smiling a little at her. The tone in her voice confirmed his thoughts about why she was here. "I was really just looking for a place to sit down for a little while. Didn't mean to interrupt."

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"Oh...I'm sorry to have bothered you."

Typical. She tried to help someone who did not need it. Her self loathing was nearly as palpable as when she was dealing with what the skinwalker did to her. Jennifer turned then, taking a step away to return to her side of the church. A few more minutes of peace, then out into the rain again.

[crownedwithfire]

There were a lot of places to poke one's nose in -- and the church was at the top of Hellboy's list. The ghost-residents didn't seen to bother with him much, or react to him.

He was looking for living people; a real priest, maybe, or-- someone else. The ghost-residents weren't really bothersome, but they did certainly out number the living residents...

Like that one, over there. "Jennifer?"

He was pretty sure that was her, anyway.

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There was a voice and for a moment she thought she was hallucinating. That kind of stuff did not happen. But she recognized the voice, and pulled a handkerchief from her pocket, dabbing at her face. There was no way to hide what she had been doing, but a modicum of dignity was available by not having tears streaming down her face.

She looked up, and saw the massive figure of Hellboy standing in front of her. Jennifer almost managed a smile at the vision of him in the church. It made her feel better somehow.

"Hellboy...I thought I was alone here."

[crownedwithfire]

"I'm guessing you were until a little bit ago. I just came nosing around." At the wrong time, apparently.

Then again, some people think anytime Hellboy's in a church is the wrong time. Those people are silly, with their preconceived notions, but -- they're also everywhere.

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"It's late. Or early, I guess, depending on your mindset. You shouldn't be out right now. Bad things crawl around in the darkness in this city." She said, blatently ignoring her puffy eyes or the redness around them. Jennifer tucked the handkerchief away. No crying in front of friends.