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[Hol Horse is standing there, holding the communicator in his left hand, staring down at the screen. He opens his mouth to speak but hesitates. Clearing his throat, he tries again.]
How do you get this thing to...
[He begins to idly fiddle with the device for a moment or so, as what he wanted to say was to be locked. Though since he can't figure it out for the time being, he simply stares back to the screen. Reaching up with his right hand, he goes to run his fingers through his hair, but instead ends up dropping the communicator. What can be seen, is the fellow stumbling backwards and hissing through his teeth. He seems to be clutching onto his right wrist in an attempt to stop the small stream of crimson.]
What the-- What the hell was that?!
[Hol Horse is standing there, holding the communicator in his left hand, staring down at the screen. He opens his mouth to speak but hesitates. Clearing his throat, he tries again.]
How do you get this thing to...
[He begins to idly fiddle with the device for a moment or so, as what he wanted to say was to be locked. Though since he can't figure it out for the time being, he simply stares back to the screen. Reaching up with his right hand, he goes to run his fingers through his hair, but instead ends up dropping the communicator. What can be seen, is the fellow stumbling backwards and hissing through his teeth. He seems to be clutching onto his right wrist in an attempt to stop the small stream of crimson.]
What the-- What the hell was that?!
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Date: 2010-08-14 04:29 pm (UTC)Where are you, dear?
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Date: 2010-08-14 09:27 pm (UTC)Now wait a minute...!
I wouldn't wanna, trouble you...
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Date: 2010-08-16 01:37 am (UTC)Oh! I want your help, yes, but not for this for something else--
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Date: 2010-08-16 09:19 am (UTC)Man, my work eats weekends like crazy. :|
Date: 2010-08-16 06:20 pm (UTC)[He'll be at the hospital at some point in time.]
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Date: 2010-08-14 08:09 pm (UTC)It was Dirt-ku~n.
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Date: 2010-08-14 09:21 pm (UTC)What?
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Date: 2010-08-14 09:41 pm (UTC)[Revenge is a dish best served cold~]
...what's his name?
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Date: 2010-08-15 12:44 am (UTC)Grit...? Hn. Right then.
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Date: 2010-08-14 09:43 pm (UTC)Who's shooting it is another story...!
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Date: 2010-08-15 01:04 am (UTC)[comment log?]
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Date: 2010-08-15 01:20 am (UTC)Re: Comment Log!
Date: 2010-08-15 01:54 am (UTC)Hol? What's going on here?
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Date: 2010-08-16 01:32 am (UTC)If I knew, this probably wouldn't have happened...!
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Date: 2010-08-16 01:34 am (UTC)Let me at least take a look at it before you start moving.
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Date: 2010-08-16 02:32 am (UTC)Watch it...
[He kept a close eye on her, glancing down to his arm once in a while.]
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Date: 2010-08-16 02:38 am (UTC)[Lisa was unperturbed, calmly inspecting the wound, and wrapping it with the makeshift bandage.]
I don't want you bleeding all over the place.
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Date: 2010-08-16 03:42 am (UTC)Heh... thanks...
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Date: 2010-08-16 03:48 am (UTC)Don't mention it. Now let's move. You should still get that looked at. Healing isn't exactly my forte.
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Date: 2010-08-16 05:31 pm (UTC)[He took sharp intakes of breath while trying to keep a steady stance.]
Well funny story... I was just on my way to the hospital for... something else... damnit.
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Date: 2010-08-16 06:40 pm (UTC)Well. Two birds, I guess.
[Looks concerned]
You all right?
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Date: 2010-08-16 09:14 pm (UTC)Yeah. I should be. I mean... I'm still standing, aren't I?
[He even went so far as to offer her one of his charming smiles, before looking away.]
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Date: 2010-08-16 09:17 pm (UTC)