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I'm Not a Hero
Hey, I'm Henry. Nice to meet you. Hey, can I help you with that? Oh, it's no trouble.Really, it's what I do.
~Henry is a part of when the smoke clears roleplay~
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Henry swore under his breath, looking closer at her injury. "You actually fell unconscious?" he clarified, his hand ghosting over her hair, then to her shoulder, where he let it rest. That was bad. Wasn't it? Blacking out entirely was different than just hitting your head.
Cursing himself for not knowing more First Aid, Henry sat in front of her and made eye contact. "No more parties for awhile," he agreed. "But when you do go, I'll go with you to make sure no more cinderblocks take you out. I'll catch them, or something."
He was hoping to make her laugh again, because though that first one was strained and pretty hysterical, it was still a laugh. Even being as useless as he was, Henry could do that.
-There'll Be Peace When We Are Done || Post Quake || Silena and Henry-
She took the water clumsily; her eyes slightly dis-orientated as she felt the need for sleep want to take over her. “Yeah. A real knockout, literally a piece of rock knocked me out from the earthquake.” A snort erupted from her nose as she found this unusually funny.
”Yeah. No more parties for me then. huh?” She was pretty sure she’d never go out ever again. Not until she’d calmed considerably. Anyhow, but at the moment it was floating upon a cloud. She could feel hardly nothing.
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Henry made eye contact with her, and a zing of recognition went through him. Sophie. She'd helped him with his homework... forever ago. She looked miserable, and not much like she recognized him. Not that he blamed her, they'd only seen each other once, and it'd been so long ago... It's not like sitting with him at a table for a couple hours sorting papers was very memorable, even if they'd gotten along pretty well.
He said nothing in response to her weak arguments, simply smiling at her sadly. She really wasn't feeling well.
Then, at long last, she accepted the water that he still had held out to her.
Oh.
She did know him.
Henry's smile grew, though his eyes were still heavy with the things that had happened, that he'd seen, that night.
"You're welcome... Sophie."
-There'll Be Peace When We Are Done || Post Quake || Sophie & Henry
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Don't look up, don't look up, don't look up, don't look up... Henry repeated to himself. Just don't look up. Also don't make eye contact with anyone. Just fill out the report and then run before anyone spots you again. Or worse, recognizes you.
All he had to do was fill out this paperwork. Then stand up without running into anyone. Then leave the building. All without accidentally embarrassing himself. Or being seen in general.
He'd already had no less than five people of both genders ask him for his name, and so far he'd been able to escape with mumbling and generally backing up really quickly. And other than almost crushing someone, he'd made it out successfully and sat down out of the way.
Then the worst possible thing happened. In his lap.
"Wha...? What?"
What what what what what what what what what what what what what what what what WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT.
"Nice? I think?"
Checking it Twice || Piper and Henry
Piper walked off stage, grinning as she scanned the crowd. She spotted someone who looked far too lonely for her liking. Which, really just meant they were sitting alone. The dancer was wearing an outfit that was reminiscent of a sexy Santa, but it was in green instead of red. She sauntered over and dropped into their lap. “So sugar, have you been naughty or nice..?”
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"Someone pushed you?" Henry repeated, confused. "And, um. Oh. Yeah, I was." He released the girl's hand and turned, finding a bin that he could toss the broken things in and doing so.
"Nothing landed on me or anything, but I did move a lot of rocks trying to get me and Violet out." as he spoke, Henry rolled up his sleeves to reveal spotted scabs an scar tissue ranging from his knuckles and some scrapes all the way up to his elbows. "Marble isn't so smooth when it's broken."
The Clumsy Scare || Henry and Sophia
Sophia nodded and took his hand to help her up. She brushed off her dress and nodded. “Yeah. I fell, well was pushed and then I fell. But I’d rather then have this then be squashed. Were you there?”
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Henry laughed. "So, you're like... Anne Hathaway on The Devil Wears Prada? Except your boss would be less gray haired, and taller. Does he throw his coat at you?"
"And, um..." He wracked his brain for a second. It was hard to jump from break-mode to class-mode. "Criminal Justice courses, I think. And a childhood-development class tonight. What time do you have to be back at work?"
Open Seat || Nadia and Henry
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Nodding sheepishly, Henry took another swig of the drink in question. She was very expressive, it was cute. "Pride Rock? Woah," he responded. "That place is sweet! What do you do there?"
Nadia seemed really sweet, it was nice to speak to her. She seemed mature, but not too serious, which he liked. It was like a cool breeze on a too-hot day. Very refreshing.
Open Seat || Nadia and Henry
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"Oh." he frowned at her brace. "Is that... from the quake?" Ten, hoping that wasn't too nosy, Henry ducked his head and gathered the remaining items into his hands and stood, then offered a hand to help her.
The Clumsy Scare || Henry and Sophia
Sophia knelt down and helped him pick up the objects on the floor. “You’re welcome.” She replied in a quiet voice. With small smile Sophia shrugged. “I do this more often then I liked to and more recently with this thing.” She raised her wrist with the splint on it. “But this is nothing that can’t be fixed and cleaned up quickly. I did this the other day in the store, I just dropped a whole gallon of milk. That wasn’t pretty. ” Her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment but she laughed lightly.
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"O-o...okay." Though he had been met with responses this chilly before, many times, it still seemed to surprise him. Maybe it shouldn't. "Well, can I pay for it?" He didn't want to step on her toes, but he did want to make this right as much as he could.
The Clumsy Scare || Henry and Emily
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Henry's heart clenched. "Hey, listen.... I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I don't want to keep you here, but I can't let you go either. I'm just a volunteer." Though there were other people that needed treatment and help, there were also several other people pacing around, handing out water bottles and shock blankets, so he shrugged the bag of water bottles off of his shoulder and used a hand braced against the wall to slide to a sitting position next to the girl. She seemed like she needed a friend, and... well, so did he.
"I'm sure your family is okay. I just heard a nurse tell a doctor that nobody has been seriously injured. I can't promise that they're not hurt, but I'm sure they are alive.... Are you sure you don't want water?" Henry asked tentatively. "I mean... the dust must have gotten in your throat."
-There'll Be Peace When We Are Done || Post Quake || Sophie & Henry
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Oh, it was Silena, the girl he'd done cartwheels with this summer. She looked wrung out. "A little bit," he said gently, holding some water out for her. "Pretty though, the dress is great. Bet you were a knockout tonight." Henry smiled. He was only speaking the truth, and she looked like she could use a pick me up. Compliments never hurt.
"Looks like you got a pretty nasty bump though. You should be more careful, you know."
-There'll Be Peace When We Are Done || Post Quake || Silena and Henry-
Silena’s eyes could barely stay open, she was simply so tired. But she understood that if she feel asleep, there was a possibility of her never waking up again.
“Hmm? Oh, please?” It was Henry, and she let a small smile appear on her face, the last time he saw her she was happy, the summer and he helped her with her cartwheels. “I bet I look different from when you saw me last?—”
Her arms wrapped around her body, and unable to move she simply curled up in her chair. Green eyes flickering a little as she watched people pass by.
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"So I plant a seed... and it grows into a plant? It's that simple?" Henry was dubious. "Don't I have to fertilize or something?" Plus the pots that she was supplying were quite... small. Or rather, smaller than Henry imagined a pumpkin should be, even a homegrown one.
Though, he did take the pot. And the paints. And, with the brush looking very small in his hands, he sat on a nearby barrel and set to work.
"So, does the pumpkin grow better if it knows that its home is pretty?"
Planting Pumpkins || Halloween || Kida and Henry
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"Class break. I have another one at two, but sometimes I come over for coffee before heading to the gym." he grinned. Taking a bite of his chocolate chip cookie that nearly obliterated the whole thing, he continued. "I probaly shoudn't have cof'ee before I go to the gem," he swallowed. "But this pumpkin spice stuff is really good. I sort of can't help myself.
"Um. Anyway. Where do you work?"
Open Seat || Nadia and Henry
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"Yeah, totally!" he beamed, sliding into the seat. "Thanks. I'm Henry... did I say that already? Sorry." he placed his coffee down and began to tuck into his turnover from Wander-In. "Are you on lunch break, or just..." he gestured to the rare sunlight shining through the window. "enjoying the day?"
Open Seat || Nadia and Henry
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Henry was cursing himself, already on his knees and trying to pick up the items that had fallen like dominoes when he accidentally nudged one. "I didn't mean to." he repeated for what seemed like the umpteenth time today. But, when someone else approached, he tentatively looked up to gauge their expression. She didn't seem to be angry with him... was this her stuff that he'd just knocked over?
"Thanks." the young man replied, looking (unbeknownst to him) a bit like a puppy that expected to be yelled at or perhaps kicked. "I.... yeah. Thanks." He felt bumbly and stupid.
The Clumsy Scare || Henry and Sophia
Sophia watched from the corner as a young man kept knocking over things and she tried to stifle a life at his expression. She moved out of the shadows and smiled. “Here let me help you clean up.”
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Henry winced, looking down at the horrible mess he'd made. "I'm really sorry, I was trying to reach that other one, and everything just sort of... spilled. Crashed, I guess. Listen, I'll clean it up... okay? And do I need to pay you for it? I really didn't mean to."
The Clumsy Scare || Henry and Emily
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-There'll Be Peace When We Are Done || Post Quake || Open-
He wasn't injured, not really. The worst he had was some scraped skin and a cut on his forehead that was currently superglued shut because it was faster and more efficient than stitches. Besides, other victims of the earthquake needed them so much more and they just didn't have the people to help everyone.
So, hands wrapped in gauze and covered in non-latex gloves, Henry Cloud paced among those waiting for treatment in the waiting room. The numbers were sobering, so many people in their fanciest clothes with rubble-tinted hair and tear-tracks down their faces. He knew some first aid, and that keeping eyes on those that might be going into shock or had possible head injuries. They both needed fluids, and the second group specifically needed to be kept from falling asleep.
He carried a crate full of water bottles, trying to do anything to help, and just prayed that no injuries sustained tonight would be fatal.
"Hey," he greeted someone in the 'possible concussion' spectrum, judging from some blood and bruising marking their forehead. They were slouched against the wall who seemed to be dozing. "I'm sorry, you must be exhausted, but I can't let you go to sleep yet... D'you want some water?"
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The Clumsy Scare || Henry and Open
"WHAT THE H-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to.... dad gummit, sorry about that too. AH-!"
"You know what? I'm just going to stop moving now. "
#wtscopen#He's knocked something over#He does that a lot#I figure we can have it grow from here#:)#wtschalloween14#The Clumsy Scare
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