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Inevitable bout of danger...

Jun 13, 2007 11:53

Wandering is what occupied Helen Hoover Boyle's time these days.

She had come to the realization that there were no houses to sell. There were no ghosts to market, there were no angry spirits to force onto some unsuspecting couple. Her crossword had gotten boring to the point of pain, and she just wasn't in the mood to sit around the compound and ( Read more... )

helen hoover boyle, sylar, barty crouch jr.

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stolen_pride June 13 2007, 19:54:50 UTC

There was someone screaming, and Sylar hadn't caused it. As he casually made his way towards the sound, he couldn't quite determine if he was sorry about that. If it happened to be Peter Petrelli screaming, he probably would be, as he was still annoyed over being unable to finish him during his return home to New York. But since Petrelli wasn't on the island that he knew of, he assumed it couldn't be him, although Sylar did suspect he'd have a girly scream like this one.

When he stopped to peer into the hole, he saw a very pink head belonging to a woman dressed stupidly in heels.

"Are you hurt?" he called, his expression all concern. This was good, he could play the hero.

helenhooverb June 14 2007, 03:35:10 UTC

Once the dust had cleared from around her, Helen coughed and looked up and the face peering down at her.

"No." She lied, her head still spinning with dizziness. "Just a but of a fall..." She lied again. It was a bitch of a fall and Helen Hoover Boyle was sore all over.

stolen_pride June 14 2007, 15:20:31 UTC

Hurt was relative, Sylar supposed, and she seemed to be moving around and speaking well enough, so he'd assume she'd not damaged anything important.

"If I threw down a line, do you think you could hold onto it so that I could pull you out?" he asked, crouching beside to hole to better speak to the bubblegum-haired woman.

helenhooverb June 14 2007, 19:56:06 UTC

Helen looked around and spread out her arms in desperation.

"At this point, I don't see any other option, do you?" She asked. It was almost bitchy; a slight sting were on her words.

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selfmade_crouch June 14 2007, 15:31:38 UTC

Barty heard screams of abject terror, which made him smile a little wistfully as he thought of home, and meandered over towards it. He stopped at the edge of the hole and looked down in such a way that his collar sort of abstracted his face.

"What happened?" he asked.

helenhooverb June 14 2007, 20:02:22 UTC

Oh Helen Hoover Boyle looked up at the boy staring down at her. She immediately felt even more helpless. This boy was far too pretty to actually help her.

"What happened?" She asked, looking around her. "Did you really mean that question?" Helen stood up and fixed her shirt and gripped the bottom of her skirt and pulled it down. Whether she was adjusting it to look better for this beautiful boy was subject to debate.

selfmade_crouch June 15 2007, 02:28:00 UTC

"Well, either you did something stupid, you did something innocently stupid, or you were pushed," Barty observed, absently sliding his hands into his pockets.

"I can't judge from the timbre of your screaming or the nature of the hole you're in which it is."

helenhooverb June 15 2007, 02:57:04 UTC

Helen Hoover Boyle looked down and smiled. She had a brilliant idea.

"Oh." She said, a bit dramatic. "Right! I was pushed!" She fell back down. "I am hurt and yes, I was pushed!" Helen shrieked.

"Is there something you can do to help me?"

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