The Impact of Falling |(Ophelia/Hyde) (INACTIVE)

[hamlet]

Harry couldn't remember how long it was since he had such a good time. Harry decided to take Ophelia out for the night, treating her to an extravagant expensive dinner, courses and all, at the Gramercy Tavern. Dimly lit lights, quiet atmosphere, candles, private dining, unbelievably and skillfully prepared, presented, and seasoned food. It was the least he could do. He spent the time learning everything he could about Ophelia and enjoyed every minute of it.

It was very tempting to order one of the best wines they had, but he refrained, not just because of Ophelia, but because he had no reason to drink tonight. Not this night. No, these were one of the few moments lately where he wanted to be completely lucid. Completely there with Ophelia as he carried out his plans for the night.

After a very high quality and delicious meal, they began to make their way out of the restaurant, into the streets, taking in the crisp air and wonderful weather. Harry held Ophelia around her waist affectionately as they began to take a walk.

"Did you enjoy the dinner?" Harry asked her. "Don't worry, the night's not exactly over yet. There's one more place I want to take you and its a surprise." He grinned. "I'm usually not good with surprises, but producing them? That I can do."

[erin]

After the Capulet Ball, things just fell into place for Ophelia and Harry. Ophelia could not ask for anything more. It seemed as though they were inseparable as well. Every moment Ophelia could spare was spent on thinking of Harry. When he asked her to go out to dinner with him tonight, she did everything she could not to be too giddy. The dinner was gorgeous and utterly romantic, expected of Harry of course. He always seemed to put her wants before his. The Gramercy Tavern was just divine and the setting was so perfect, Ophelia could not have asked for anything more.

Once dinner was over, the couple was now to be caught walking along the streets of New York looking very much in love. He's just too perfect. Ophelia thought to herself while watching as he had wrapped his arm around her waist and held her closer to him. This night was just going along swimmingly. Ophelia then broke from her la-la land phase and perked up as he asked how dinner was.

"It was wonderful Harry, thank you so much. It was just remarkable. I'd never been somewhere quite as nice. I almost want to say it was too much but I know that you'll insist it isn't." And how right she knew she was. To Harry, nothing was ever too much for her. He really spoiled her rotten in a sense.

He then continued to chime in on how the night was not over yet. What more could he possibly have planned? Ophelia wondered in complete curiosity as they continued to walk to God only knows where. "I must admit that you have me stumped as to where you're taking me." She said this with a sweet smile as she leaned her head up to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. How she loved the ability to do that.

[hamlet]

(Slight conversation godmod with the exam talk, hope you don't mind I also realized that I'm not sure if this thread belongs in this section anymore, based on where I decided to take you I might move it later. I also realize that my geography might be completely off, as I didn't look up the actual proximity, but lets suspend belief here NYers )

"It was wonderful Harry, thank you so much. It was just remarkable. I'd never been somewhere quite as nice. I almost want to say it was too much but I know that you'll insist it isn't."

Harry laughed a bit. For anyone else, the price of the dinner for two would've been hefty. Very. But Harry certainly didn't mind and money was the least of his concerns. He could spend it all tonight, for all he cared. But he was with the woman he loved, and that was all he was concerned about right now.

"You know me too well already," Harry said to her. "You're right. It isn't." He gave a wistful sigh. "Besides, its been a while since I could...you know, relax like this. Take a look at this, " He reached in his pocket and took out his cell phone, showing it to Ophelia briefly. "First time this thing has been off in a while. Thank goodness. And...I'm sure you need a break from all that studying. Didn't you say you had a big exam coming up?" He grinned. "Yes, taking you out tonight was my way of discouraging procrastination and distraction...think I'm doing a good job?" He laughed.

"I must admit that you have me stumped as to where you're taking me."

His grin remained. "Trust me, you'll like it."

They walked for a while, and finally they reached their destination. They came upon a beach, waves calmly hitting the sand, sending a cool breeze their way. He released Ophelia and tried to gage her reaction. It was nighttime, so no one was out there. Just the water, the sand, and the dark night sky.

"Looks like we have the place to ourselves." He said with a mischievous grin. As he did, he kicked his and socks off. and ventured out into the sand. "It's beautiful, isn't it? I hardly come out here as much as I'd like." He said as he walked, he turned around, to see if she was following.

"You coming?" He asked with a bit of a playful laugh. "Don't worry, I won't throw you in the water or anything. I'm not that mean." He said, humorously.

[ricketts]

Lying back on the steep overhanging face of sand, Henry Edward Hyde held the short-bladed carver above him like he was examining it. It was undefinably a lovely little weapon - petite, and elegantly formed. Designed for surprises, why, no wonder the mugger he had bumped into just 30 minutes-hitherto had chosen it.

He smiled in an offensive and self-satisfied manner, full bright eyes of a bewitching and dangerous softness. His skin paler than the usual, like a transparent pallor as to be almost brilliant. After some glossy bits of due devilry, some street-rogue caught him admittedly off-guard while he was idling along the sidewalk and tried to threaten him with the pretty little knife, that he now held. The smile on Hyde's face was a thoroughly amused one, and without a moments hesitation he took the rogue's head off and sauntered easily away - with the knife - as jolly as a piper. Hyde laughed over this reminiscence, and then betook himself to the consideration of dinner. A tasty meal which both he and jumping-Jeks would evidently enjoy.

'We havin' us some fun like us used to, right brotha'?' Hyde exclaimed, happily kissing the carver blade once and then sprawling out star-like. Smiling right from ear to ear.



(He's quite out of sight, on a sorta mini-cliff thats attached to the shore.)

[erin]

Ophelia smiled as he placed his phone in her line of vision as it was in fact off. As he then mentioned her exams, she rolled her eyes slightly. "Oh the joys of being a college student." She responded sarcasticaly with a grin playing on her face. "Your doing a very good job at both procrastinating and distracting. You just being you is a distraction to me all in its own."

She blushed slightly as she admitted this. How she day dreamed about him much too often in her classes and quite frankly her spare time in general. Ophelia couldn't help but smile as her blue eyes glittered with happiness. He was all too perfect and she was still in disbelief she was so lucky to have him be her's.

Ophelia nodded as he insisted that she would like it and was in fact not disappointed.They reached a beach which as Ophelia had named would be a fun place for them to venture too together. An even wider grin was sprawled across her face as he removed all footwear to walk around the sandy landscape.

His mischievous grin caused her to raise an eyebrow as she slowly walked closer towards him. She slid off her heels and was thankful she had chose to wear only a knee-length skirt made of a light and flowy fabric.

The only problem was her top was sleeveless and the night air made things quite chilly despite it being summer. But summer nights were so romantic and wonderous. Ophelia tossed her shoes beside his as she went to accompany him.

She was about to lean in to kiss him before she heard some noise in teh distance. Ophelia wasn't quite sure who or what it was but looked towards Harry with a bewildered expression. "What was that?"


(ooc: Sorry this is so late! I hope it is good!)

[hamlet]

Harry couldn't wipe the grin off of his face as he watched Ophelia approach him, her feet bare, and her skirt rippling in the gentle wind. She was a goddess. Simply beautiful. The hush and easy sound of the waves behind him and the grainy sand between his toes, the shadowed silhouettes created by the night's darkness produced the perfect surreal backdrop. A quiet, peaceful scene, where he could just forget about everything and be with Ophelia.

Harry was lost in Ophelia's beauty, her innocent pure beauty, until she leaned in forward for a kiss. Harry slipped his hands around her waist about to invite the kiss when she paused. Harry heard a noise as well but was more than willing to ignore it. But seeing that Ophelia paused, Harry looked around briefly, still with his arms around her. He couldn't see anything but sand and water. He couldn't quite figure out what it was they heard, but he couldn't exactly bring himself to care too much either.

Finally he looked down at Ophelia, gently rubbing her arms in recognition that it was a bit chilly. Unfortunately, he didn't have his jacket. Instead, he returned his hands around her waist and pulled her closer to him. "It's nothing. There's no one out here." He smirked. "Just you...and me." This time Harry took the opportunity to lean in and kiss her gently, running a hand through her long soft hair as he deepened it and enjoying the sound of the water, the crisp night air, and her lips on his.

[ricketts]

Now the waiting seemed in vain. It was clear that to go away, which he honestly felt too restless to do, would be unfair to almost both persons. Every interest, concerned; and such a step was but second choice in Hyde's mind, conditioned solely on any unreadiness he might have uprightly to bear the burden brought upon him by - well, after all, by his own too confident miscalculations in the game of control. Because, that was all it really was. A game.

Then, he remotely heard sounds of kinds. No sooner had his ears caught onto the disturbance did he quickly roll from his back and crouch, staring over the rude ledges of sombre rock underlay in its depths by calm, breaking water. An intense, ecstatic smile of exulting happiness drew over, the response of the overjoyed scoundral too passionate. He looked across the valley of broad beech, two people locked in a paramour. A couple, it seemed, who felt love for each other. Hyde took note, exalted in a way that bore a haunted air. The day was near its end. The long shadow of great cliff hanging over the hither water. It gave his entire region the gravest feel.

'My time ain't through yet,' He uttered, taking the short blade in hand.

To him, such flight signified the determinate continuance of his galling suspense. Prolonged was this fun, but he needed to be convincing. Moving Henry's hair from his forehead he drew the knife across, digging hard. It left behind a trail of an ugly gash, that wept blood down his cheek. The pain was nothing, as Hyde knew it had been gardened with a wise hand. Thankfully he was not on the furthest shore, so they would definatly see or hear him. He gave a long sigh of self-admiration as he lay his last touches - messing up his hair, cutting a rip into his shirt and smudging blood around his face. Finished, he took a moment to admire his work before standing on the very tip of the solid ledge. Arms spread, eyes closed and deeply immersed in his act, he fell forward and down. Hitting the freezing water, he sank into a deep, black depth.


(You can presume he passes out ;P)

[erin]

Darn him for being so...persuasive. Ophelia thought to herself while letting herself melt into the kiss. With Harry, her mind could be completely wiped out of any previous thoughts or worries. Sometimes it might have been a bad thing that she was so intoxicated by him, but at this moment she didn't want to stop. The feeling of safety that washed over her whilst in Harry's arms and the feeling of his fingers running through her hair as more passion engulfed the two, it was all too good to be true.

Even to this moment she was just waiting to walk up and realize none of this was real. However she knew that if this were a dream, it would've ended right before they had kissed. Her life was taking a turn for the better as hard as they may be to believe. She had everything she could ever want. Well, almost everything. All that was left was to finish school and then for Harry to ask her hand in marriage. It was not as though she was pushy or anything, but Ophelia could not imagine being with anyone else.

Just as she let herself fall even deeper, draping her arms over Harry's neck, there was a splash just a few yards away. As much as she may hate herself for it, she pulled away from Harry. "There is definitely something amiss here Harry. Something is wrong." Ophelia spoke this is a matter-of-fact tone while her eyes went from his to the water where a few ripples were seen.

Something had dropped in the water; she wasn't sure what but was scared to find out. What if it was someone? The eeriness of the night began to settle in. Her thoughts were traveling towards all the possibilities of where this could lead. Their romantic evening away from the hype of the city was now turning into something a little more dangerous it had seemed.

[hamlet]

(OOC: hope this is okay? Not sure if I went too far)

Harry felt Ophelia's arms go around his neck as they started to become more and more passionate with each other. He really just wanted to stay like that forever but when he heard the splash in the water, he knew Ophelia would pull away. Something or someone was definitely there with them and apparently they wouldn't be ignored.

"There is definitely something amiss here Harry. Something is wrong."

Harry sighed. "Perfect," he said under his breath. "Probably some photographer who slipped into the water or something," He shrugged. "Just when you think you have the place to yourself, people are just itching for a story." The one night he wanted to go his way was about to be ruined by some fool out in the water. Just perfect. He looked out at the water and saw that the person, who ever made a splash out there, wasn't reemerging.

He took a deep breath, knowing that there was no question...for once in his life. He needed to save this person before he or she drowned. Maybe it was an impulse that he inherited from his father. In fact, Harry was sure that was the case, because he never considered himself a heroic person, despite people calling him 'the Prince.' But this was something he needed to do. He wasn't about to sit there and let a person drown.

"...okay, listen Ophelia. I'm going out there. You stay here. Just stay here for me, okay?" Not waiting for an answer, he hurried out to the water and dived in fully clothed, knowing every second counted. The water was cold, but Harry ignored that, only focused on getting to this person. He couldn't see in the dark waters, but he gaged where the person fell and sure enough he saw the shadow of a person falling into the depths.

Say several explicits in his mind and keeping his focus on holding his breath, he dived deeper, grabbing the body and quickly shooting up to the surface, his chest feeling as if it was about to explode.

He gasped loudly once hitting the surface, trying to keep who ever he was holding above water so he can breathe. He dipped underwater again trying to get a good hold on the limp body, before trying to swim to the shore. His heartbeat raced but all he focused on was getting to the shore.

"Okay, just so you know," he said between gasps of breath, knowing the guy couldn't hear him. "You really piss me off." He couldn't believe it. He remembered telling Richard Plantagenet in the church that God must be really against him, considering everything that's happened to him. This is further proof.

Finally, he reached the shore, placing the man on his back in the sand. He finally got a good look at him, trying to catch his breath, his clothes heavy and sticking to his skin, his hair slick and dark. "It's the guy from the ball," he said, not exactly sure how to register that information, considering their tense exchange at the Capulet Manor and he was just about to save his life. He quickly got on his knees and immediately started doing chest compressions.

As he did, he looked up at Ophelia. "He should be okay,"

As he pressed on his chest, he really started to wonder why this guy was spying on them. It disturbed him and made him even more paranoid. Someone under his uncle's wing, perhaps?

What exactly was going on?

He started getting more aggressive with the chest compressions, more and more anxious for him to wake up and do some explaining."Come on...come on...wake up." He said in rhythm to his compressions.

[ricketts]

Sinking on grimly, Hyde lost consciousness in a matter of minutes. His arms and hair raised limply with the watery gravity, and a score of plans riddled themselves together. He continued his way in silence, and quickly Harry Chandler, who was unable to let this stranger sink to his watery death, was in the water with him. The raw, cold water. How curious it was; and rather tragic too. For Chandler, and his little lady love waiting on the beach. The wretch had known, should he drop within a distance - the foolish compassion that worked in a human heart would force someone in after him. Perhaps if Chandler had known, rather than remain ignorant of the fact, that in saving this young man his jerry-built romantic evening would take a bitter turn.

Half draggingly, Chandler managed to reach them both to the safety of the shore and lay Hyde on the damp sand. No quicker than, he started capering about with chest compressions. Forcing his hands down onto his chest, shortening and squeezing. No answer came for some moments, and in those few moments, Hyde fought for his superiority. He would not sleep yet, not when he had so much to do and when he had been so unfairly caged for so long. Selfish, selfish Henry Jekyll. There was always this and that about Henry - and one that Hyde simply couldn't bear was his fretting. He was so easily hurt himself, and the idea of hurting others - the idea of getting closer to an unforgivable line, seemed to heighten his remorse. Hyde just found it sickly annoying. Would one rather have lurking suspicions, and therefore be all the more defiantly corroborative of one's own judgment?

It seemed to be suggested as a last resource of the desperate, though the hour was close on late. A rather forcive press to the chest brought him round at last. The situation for a moment, was slightly difficult. It wasn't like Edward Hyde to make into awkward situations, but he was afterall, only human himself, he felt pain just like everyone else, He drew in his first breath sharply as from the shock, eyes opening wide to the lovely night above.

After lying for a moment to gasp spasmodic, short-drawn breaths of air, Hyde slowly sat up and touched the offensive looking cut across his forehead with a grimace. The water had irritated it.

'Uhh .. shit,' He groaned, closing his eyes again as the moonlight was difficult to re-adjust, and for now would hurt. But he bore it, with a shade less revealing.

[erin]

Ophelia couldn't help but stand there gawking at the sight of this. She couldn't believe what was going on in the least bit. Someone, coincidentally the man from the Capulet Ball who had flustered Harry greatly, had been engulfed by the water being left for dead. Surely Harry would wish for it to have been anyone else but him but these were the cards he was thrown. Maybe the man, whose name escapes Ophelia, would learn to show a little more respect to someone who saved his life.

Her eyes lingered over the limp body of the man. Nothing really added up at the moment but she had no clue how to interpret the turn of events. She stooped down on the ground, to Harry's level to examine him closer. There was a cut across his face that was still fresh and bleeding profusely. She looked at his already torn shirt and decided that another tear would do no harm. With a clean rip, she placed it on his forehead, patting softly and slowly.

"So much for having the beach to ourselves." She chuckled half-heartedly in an attempt to lighten the mood. Ophelia looked towards Harry as she said this and gave a small smile. Of course she was upset that there romantic evening had come to an end but there was always another day. "Maybe now might be a good time to call 9-1-1 and ask for an ambulance. I doubt we want to lug around his barely conscious body to the nearest...well wherever we'd take him." She took in a deep breathe before turning back to look at his mangled body.

As the body soon began to make motion, Ophelia pulled away as he gasped for air and soon sat up. She stayed close to Harry but kept her eyes on the man. He was certainly an oddity and the fact that he was left in the water late at night, it screamed that he was trouble wherever he went.

[hamlet]

With his hands firmly on this man's chest, Harry continued compressions, aware of Ophelia tending to the wound on his head. Maybe he'd been too late. Maybe he didn't get to this guy in time, and if so, what then? Harry's own heartbeat was pumping with warmth under his cold wet skin and the force of his weight tried to push the man into taking in air. Air to breathe and air in order to articulate why the heck he was following them.

"Maybe now might be a good time to call 9-1-1 and ask for an ambulance. I doubt we want to lug around his barely conscious body to the nearest...well wherever we'd take him."

Harry swallowed and nodded, still focused on getting a breath out of him. "Good idea, call 911 and--"

Suddenly the man gasped for air, and Harry stopped. He looked at him not with concern, but with suspicion. The man sat up, groaning and touching his forehead. Harry sat, kneeling back on his heels in silence, watching him with a furrowed brow for a moment. He waited just long enough for him to catch his breath. For all he knew, he probably was hired by his uncle. Spies? Is that what his family has stooped down to? Sending lackeys to spy on a possible "loose cannon"?

"Good. You're awake." Harry said dryly, with not much sympathy. He cut right to the chase, looking the man dead in his eye, knowing that the man probably recognized him too. "Mind telling us what the heck you think you were doing out there?"

[ricketts]

Pull of pleased interest, he pursued his way, making sproadic hacking sounds from the throat and spluttering incoherently. His throat seemed to have half-died in the process, and no wonder. He could taste the vile, contaminated salt walter which scratched his throat. All he could feel were glares of pain all over, and Hyde, though having plenty of physical courage - or dare say, unthinking courage, was at it's mercy for the first few minutes of emergence. As the shower of coughing started to cease, he turned his eye up at his idiot saviour.

Their head was downwards, surveying him coolly with smacks of skeptism, though so weird an object might well have aroused a pardonable distrust. This uncanny personage, wearing the semblance of a man with a pale face and fair eyes, was within inches of Hyde and waiting for some sort of explaination. What strange place did he know him from? Subsiding into utter silence, which might have looked as though he were taking a moment out of the sudden frenzy of coughing, Hyde disappeared into a far chamber, looking for a face, a name. It was odd, having an undue knowledge but not being able to place it - though as he came to fail perceiving his rescuer, he fell into the theory instead he was someone who Henry Jekyll had met, explaining the lingering but untouchable familiarity. The little woman though, shyed a bit more towards timidity.

'I was ... ' His voice began as a choke, and showed a despairing front well, arising to a most hopeless act. 'I was, up there. Jus' up there.' He rose a finger and jabbed it into the direction of the ledge. 'I thought I had the beach to m'self - thank christ I didn't - and next thing I know I's been hauled o'er here. Shit I fell that far? Dammit .. '

[erin]

Ophelia wasn't what in the world was going on. She remembered this guy, a little too well, from the Capulet Ball. Needless to say, she thought that he was a bit too far around the bend. Harry had expressed an instant dislike toward him, which to her seemed a bit unjust at the time but now she could understand why. He was a bit of nuisance as well as entirely bonkers. She watched as he finally managed to spit out his words, quite literally. However, something seemed off the whole time.

It seemed to be that he was assaulted by someone and then he was lucky that Harry and Ophelia were there to save him from his watery grave. But where he pointed out that he was before being engulfed by the current, that was what struck her as odd. She looked from the man, whose name escaped her for the time being, to the cliff that he was previously perched and then back to the man. "But what were you doing in such an odd place like that in the first place?" She asked this while giving him the matching quizzical expression.

This man was simply too much. He was giving her the chills, but maybe the night air was to blame partially. Ophelia stood up form being down on her knees and brushed the grains of sand from her skirt. She then glanced over to Harry with her blue eyes, an almost worried expression. She had a foreboding feeling wash over her, like the waves that had to the character before her, and she did not like it one bit. It was as if her and Harry's perfect evening was winding down to not be so perfect anymore.

Was it a sign? A sign that perhaps they weren't meant to be together to enjoy all the wonders of love and life? Were they doomed to never be together in a happy and meaningful way that the world should approve of? The cogs were turning in her head and she contemplated what would become of the two after this event. Rather, what was to become of this whole situation. The most important thing in her mind right now was how to get this guy to leave so she and Harry can return to their wonderful date they were having. Surely, that would be too good to be true.

[hamlet]

Harry fixed his gaze on the distraught man as he tried to explain. His eyes followed the man's finger as he pointed back up to the cliff. Harry gazed up at it for a moment.

'I thought I had the beach to m'self - thank christ I didn't - and next thing I know I's been hauled o'er here. Shit I fell that far? Dammit .. '

Harry rolled his eyes briefly, and since he was momentarily looking at the cliff, Henry wouldn't have seen it. "You thought you had the beach to yourself?" He sighed heavily and looked back at the man. With obvious irritation he said, "You're not the only one. What a coincidence." He finished with a sarcastic smile that he pointedly dropped.

"But what were you doing in such an odd place like that in the first place?"

Harry looked up at Ophelia and saw her worried expression, acknowledging it with his eyes. He couldn't pin point where her worry was coming from because it could have had many sources. Could be this guy's intentions, could be the fact that not one, but two people, might have drowned in the water, could be concern for this guy's well-being, could be all three. But there was definitely a reason to be worried. At this point, all he wanted to do as get this guy out of his hair and try to salvage what was left of his evening.

"It's a good question." Harry agreed with Ophelia, looking back at the man. He sighed again, running his hand over the length of his face to remove access water. "Look, your name is..." he paused, vaguely remembering the newspaper headlines about the Capulet Ball--some side blurb about a murder that happened at some shop. He didn't really have time or desire to read through it all but he knew this guy was really close to who ever got murdered. Miraculously, a name popped up from his subconscious.

"Henry? Right? Listen, I don't know what you think you were doing up there but just consider yourself lucky. Remember that the next time you decide to perch yourself on a cliff. Obviously lurking in the darkness just doesn't pay." He also stood up and brushed himself off, which didn't do much good since the sand stuck to his wet clothes. "Can you stand?" He asked, not thinking to offer a hand to help him do so.