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Post by Helena Bertinelli on Aug 15, 2013 18:10:53 GMT
Helena looked out the window of her apartment. She preferred to stay here as often as possible, instead of returning home. It was a downpour outside, and she had no interest of going out into that. She walked around in only a loose robe and went to her closet to see if she might be better off changing, but doubted it.
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Post by Oliver Queen on Aug 15, 2013 18:12:54 GMT
The Hood was outside, looking in. Ollie didn't mind the rain, but he was worried that Helena would go out and kill more people, so he'd been watching her for the past few days.
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Post by Helena Bertinelli on Aug 15, 2013 18:13:55 GMT
She moved things around in her closet and decided there was nothing better. She turned and saw the green suited figure outside, and walked over, opening her window.
"You're here...," she said flatly.
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Post by Oliver Queen on Aug 15, 2013 18:17:56 GMT
Ollie didn't react.
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Post by Helena Bertinelli on Aug 15, 2013 18:18:56 GMT
"You'd might as well come in."
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Post by Oliver Queen on Aug 15, 2013 18:21:20 GMT
Without a word, Ollie stood. He stepped back, and got a bit of a running start before leaping, landing on the fire escape outside her window.
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Post by Helena Bertinelli on Aug 15, 2013 18:22:52 GMT
She moved away from the window and walked to her closet, "I'd might as well change."
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Post by Oliver Queen on Aug 15, 2013 18:26:32 GMT
Ollie walked in, pulling his hood down and turning the voice changer off. Helena already knew, so there was no point in hiding it.
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Post by Helena Bertinelli on Aug 15, 2013 18:27:47 GMT
"Why not take that off? I imagine it's a bit much for casual conversation, and wet."
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Post by Oliver Queen on Aug 15, 2013 18:31:11 GMT
"I'm good."
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Post by Helena Bertinelli on Aug 15, 2013 18:32:02 GMT
"Are you?" she questioned, walking up to him. She began to unzip his upper piece, "I'm not..."
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Post by Oliver Queen on Aug 15, 2013 18:33:58 GMT
Ollie was a little taken aback by the sudden gesture. Last he checked, she hated his guts. Now she's was initiating foreplay. He allowed her to do it.
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Post by Helena Bertinelli on Aug 15, 2013 18:35:47 GMT
"In case someone might see, I don't want the vigilante to be standing in my room," she told him, "Might look bad. I'd rather have playboy Oliver Queen."
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Post by Oliver Queen on Aug 15, 2013 18:37:54 GMT
"Who else would be looking in?" Ollie asked, shouldering the jacket off.
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Post by Helena Bertinelli on Aug 15, 2013 18:39:11 GMT
"Someone could look in the window from somewhere. You might not be the only guy jumping around rooftops," she said.
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