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

[ricketts]

The danger of pouring life while it is still fluid into the wrong mould, of letting it drift and harden into the wrong shape, is an insidious peril which is not sufficiently guarded against. It is easy enough to say, begin as you mean to go on; but the difficulty is to know exactly the moment when you begin, and when the point of going on has been arrived at; and of drifting gradually into some irremediable course of action from which it is almost impossible to turn back without difficulty and struggle.

There had been a feeling that everything was somehow temporary during those few moments as Hyde looked upon the girl - with the pleasing face and flowy hair. 'I dunno, I jus' .. I dunno what I was doin' ... thinking .. ' He held as a principle, and was quite genuine in his intention when he said it, he was not sure what his basic standards for the two would be. Not yet.

Though it was, however, in measurable distance.

'Yeah, yeah. Henry,' He checked the words on his tongue, falsing presently to the fella's face. To his own minor annoyance, this was one of those gliding situations that had to be dealt under Henry's name. Hyde had to make a conscious effort to keep to the line he had traced out for himself; he had to tighten his resolution, to readjust his burden. His life, his standards, should be arranged on a scale that would enable him to fulfill them. Moving swiftly on, he was asked, in something of an irritably attacking tone, if he could stand. Of course he could, it would take a lot more than a little tumble to smash his legs up. He pretended to check anyway, presenting a lying concern as a vague possibility as he felt down his lower calves, and indeed, pretending a painful hiss as he lackingly straightened his right leg out.

He voiced a deep, inarticulate voice of strain. 'Jesus, no. No, there's no walkin' on that. I think it's twisted or sum'thin'.'

[erin]

The situation was just so strange, Ophelia couldn't help but remained baffled. Of course she was worried about Henry, but there was something off about his character. Especially after his response of'thinking', she knew there was something wrong. No one would sit on a cliff, have a cut upon their face, and fall into frigid waters whilst thinking. Unless of course what he was thinking about was something absolutely off-the-wall. This had proved her previous thought of him being assaulted false.

This man was insane, without a doubt.

"I must be frank her; it was stupid of you to be sitting on that cliff hovering over the icy waters, late at night just to think." As soon as those words were uttered from her mouth she wished she could take them back, she wasn't one to be rude and didn't find anything positive to ever come from putting others down. Ophelia bit her bottom lip, as if to punish herself for being less than polite.

She watched as he tried to get up to stand at Harry's request. Clearly, he was in too much pain to do so. Ophelia went to her knees again to inspect his leg. "Where is the pain exactly?" She wasn't in any position to be a doctor or nurse, but she knew her fair share of first-aid and then some. Her kind and caring nature was something that could help out Henry.

If she was anything like the women that Harry was expected to date, she would probably have told Harry she wanted to leave and not wait to see the outcome of this. Then again if she was what Harry was expected to be with, they would probably be married and have more paparazzi following them. Ophelia would probably be nothing like what she is.

Would Harry be more inclined to be with her if she was any different? Her brother made the money in the house in all reality, but she didn't have a penny to her name hardly. She had refused her brother's help and said she wanted to work for what she deserved and didn't want to be pampered like a princess. Only in a few instances would she accept special treatment, like when it came to Harry.

(I promise my next post will be a million times better!)

[hamlet]

When Henry clearly was in too much pain to stand, Harry let out a heavy irritated sigh. It looked as if they were going to be stuck with him until the ambulance comes. Harry still couldn't shake the feeling of foul play, though. Something odd was going on here, and he couldn't quite articulate what it was. There was just something sinister about Henry, similar to what he felt about Claudius. But a 'gut' feeling was nothing substantial in the scheme of things. However, Harry could never push those suspicions to the back of his mind, and ever since he met Henry, his intuition was telling him something just was not right.

"I must be frank here; it was stupid of you to be sitting on that cliff hovering over the icy waters, late at night just to think."

Harry glanced up at Ophelia, and would have smiled if the situation called for that. It was one of those moments when the connection between them was so evident that it appeared as though Ophelia could even sync in to his thoughts.

Finally he looked down at Henry. "Very stupid," he added in agreement with Ophelia. As she tended to Henry's injury, he said, "We should probably call for some help."He shook his head, and then paused, realizing something. He dug his hand in his pocket and pulled out his now ruined cell phone. He didn't even think to take it out before jumping in the water. "Great," He mumbled, tossing it over his shoulder.

He would go off an look for a phone but he wasn't going to leave Ophelia alone with Henry, so he said. "Ophelia, you don't have your phone on you, do you? Did you leave it in the car?" The quicker he's able to get help over here, the better.