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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: 2010-08-16 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: 2010-08-16 10:02 pm (UTC)