Helga
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Post by Helga on Oct 20, 2007 23:56:02 GMT -5
*Opening the grand doors that led to the equally extravagant foyer, Helga shivered and clasped her shaking hands as she stared at the opulent room*
"Hello? Is any one here?"
*Helga jumped with a start as the doors slammed shut behind her.*
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Post by Crowley on Oct 21, 2007 0:03:44 GMT -5
Crowley noticed the girl entering the opera and walked up to her. "Hello. You alright?" he asked.
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Helga
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Post by Helga on Oct 21, 2007 0:07:09 GMT -5
"I'm not quite sure yet. It's seems that I have come to be in a rather sticky situation."
*Helga stumbled on her words and played with her fingers, still not quite sure whether or not coming here was a mistake.*
"Could you tell me where I am, exactly?"
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Post by Crowley on Oct 21, 2007 0:08:05 GMT -5
He raised an eyebrow. "Paris, France, of course. Didn't you notice the giant letter A in the middle of the city?"
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Helga
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Post by Helga on Oct 21, 2007 0:11:18 GMT -5
*Helga looked downward, embarrassed.*
"Well yes, I gathered that, but I mean here, this place. This is really my first time out on my own. I'm rather ignorant to the real world."
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Post by Crowley on Oct 21, 2007 0:15:02 GMT -5
"Oh! This is the Opera Garnier. Or Populaire. I'm not sure which, I keep getting different names from people."
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Helga
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Post by Helga on Oct 21, 2007 0:20:02 GMT -5
"Oh, an Opera house? I do hope I am not intruding. I find myself with no where else to go. I was on my way to Scotland, but was only able to afford half the journey."
*Helga looked once again at her surroundings, now that she knew where she was. How ironic it was for her to find herself here. From what she knew of her mother, she had been quite the performer.*
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Post by Crowley on Oct 21, 2007 0:23:37 GMT -5
No money? Hm. This seemed promising. He wondered if he'd be able to tempt her.
"You're not intruding at all. People come in here all the time during the day." He held out a hand to shake. "A.J. Crowley."
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Helga
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Post by Helga on Oct 21, 2007 0:26:19 GMT -5
"Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Crowley. If you don't mind me asking, what does A.J. stand for?
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Post by Crowley on Oct 21, 2007 0:32:15 GMT -5
"Anthony Jason. What's your name?"
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Helga
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Post by Helga on Oct 21, 2007 0:33:37 GMT -5
"Helga. Helga Laura Wood."
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Post by Crowley on Oct 21, 2007 0:34:04 GMT -5
He smiled. "Pleasure to meet you, Helga. Tell me, what brings you to Paris?"
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Helga
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Post by Helga on Oct 21, 2007 0:38:55 GMT -5
"Now that is a rather long story. Tell me, Mr. Crowley, do you believe in dreams? Do you believe that everyone has the opportunity to find and capture their happy ending?"
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Post by Crowley on Oct 21, 2007 0:41:20 GMT -5
He thought of Aziraphale and him, and his face became rather solemn. "I don't know," he said softly. "I hope so. Do you?"
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Helga
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Post by Helga on Oct 21, 2007 0:45:49 GMT -5
Helga sighed. "I'm not quite sure yet, though I hope so too."
A giant weight seemed to be pressing down on her heart as she thought of why she had embarked on this journey. Her hope to finally find her one chance at happiness was strong, but her fear of having that chance slip through her fingers was ever lingering in her head.
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