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[emperor_cowboy]

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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?!

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[emperor-cowboy.livejournal.com]

It was a fuckin' bullet!

Who's shooting it is another story...!

[hamonatrix.livejournal.com]

It certainly wasn't me! I don't do guns.

[emperor-cowboy.livejournal.com]

[He's a little quite from this point on, as he's doing what he can to fix the problem.]

[hamonatrix.livejournal.com]

...you need a hand, Hol?

[emperor-cowboy.livejournal.com]

...

[hamonatrix.livejournal.com]

I'll be right over.

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[emperor-cowboy.livejournal.com]

[Hol was lurking at least a good walking distance away from the hospital. He was planning on going there to discuss something, when that bullet came out of no where. Right now, he's too busy trying to stop the bleeding from the wound to be paying much attention to other things.]

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[hamonatrix.livejournal.com]

[Lisa had moved as quickly as she could, doing her best to keep behind cover in case of stray bullets, her scarves infused with enough ripple energy to hopefully offer some protection from ricochets. It didn't take her long to home in on Hol's frequency, & she called out to let him know it was her.]

Hol? What's going on here?

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[emperor-cowboy.livejournal.com]

[He groaned at hearing Lisa's voice, but glanced over his shoulder. Standing up, he clutched to his wrist and gestured with his head in the hospital's direction.]

If I knew, this probably wouldn't have happened...!

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[hamonatrix.livejournal.com]

[Lisa grunted, catching him by the arm, and pulling yet another strip of cloth out of her pockets.]

Let me at least take a look at it before you start moving.

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[emperor-cowboy.livejournal.com]

Hey...Hey!...

Watch it...

[He kept a close eye on her, glancing down to his arm once in a while.]

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[hamonatrix.livejournal.com]

Hey, hold still.

[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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[emperor-cowboy.livejournal.com]

[He frowned at this. It wasn't his fault he was so skittish when wounded! He had perfectly good reasons. Though he held still for a moment to let Lisa do her job.]

Heh... thanks...

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[hamonatrix.livejournal.com]

[She could think of at least one reason he'd be skittish, and its name was Dio Brando. But that didn't stop her from tending the wound. She was stubborn that way.]

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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[emperor-cowboy.livejournal.com]

I was...

[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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[hamonatrix.livejournal.com]

[Wry laugh]

Well. Two birds, I guess.

[Looks concerned]

You all right?

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[emperor-cowboy.livejournal.com]

[He bit his lip and looked hopeful.]

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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[hamonatrix.livejournal.com]

Okay, tough guy. Don't tell me. Just march.