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 Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 3:56 am
Deen watches as Danny does his thing
"Dude...? Are you OK? need some help there?"
"I dont know much about medical aid, but I know enough to still be alive"
Deen takes out the health kit from under the couch.
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 3:58 am
Yeah...one of the arrows broke off in my shoulder...which probably isn't good.... says Danny before taking a sip of his soda...
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 3:59 am
Danny said "So, what's been going on...or do I even WANT to know?"
Deen scratches his head and looks at the vakating William... "sounds complicated to me, I've been out for a few days streaght, so I have no idea personally"
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 4:01 am
Danny Demonstar Yeah...one of the arrows broke off in my shoulder...which probably isn't good.... says Danny before taking a sip of his soda... Deen takes out the medi-kit as they talk and tells Danny to remove his shirt.
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 4:01 am
Emerging from his darkened corner, rubbing his eyes - he yawns and then looks around with disgust. The place stunk of lesser races, he wasn't sure how much longer he could stand this. "Good morning" he said aloud, forcing a smile. "Arrows move too fast for ya eh?" he mocks, looking in the fridge.
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 4:02 am
Deen isnt surprised that something is living in the fridge, and only grins as he applies the ointment to the bruised cuts after cleaning them.
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 4:06 am
Yeah well...the two guys who shot them are dead, so I guess It's all academic... says Danny to the guy who came out of the shadows as he took off his shirt, revealing a road map of scars...
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 4:10 am
"Hm" he smiles and nods. "..But they still hit you" he adds, grinning. He takes a carton of fruit juice from the fridge and rips the top off. Glancing at the scars over Danny's body, he begins drinking the juice.
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 4:17 am
Deen doesnt say anything about the scarring, knowing that his own inexperiance has brought him plenty of his own.
He continues to place ointment on the cuts and then after a few minuets it soaks in. "You should be fine in another few minuets" he says as he wipes off the excess.
"hmmm I just hope this stuff will get rid of the bruising as well, although it should heal the cuts" he stares at the bottle... "myricale wound begone - its called, and the rest is in spanish..." Deen quints at the bottle as if that would help.
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 4:22 am
Thanks man....I'm gonna lie down now...
Danny lays down and falls asleep
((and with that, I'm off to work))
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 4:25 am
Deen looks up at the shady figure who had been hanging around and slinging rude comments previously while Danny falls into sleep.
"And you are...?" he says coldly.
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 4:32 am
"Does it matter?" he replies, folding him arms. After pausing for a moment, he adds "Kyrre."
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 4:36 am
"Shinj'ak walked down from her room, her clothes still slightly damp from standing in the rain at the graveyard. She yawned, stretching her arms as she pushed past Kyrre and got some cold herbal tea out of the fridge, her black hair falling in her face.
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 4:40 am
"well I suppose not," deen looks at Kyrre 0_o and then smiles.
"But it's nice to know,"
Shortly the smile is gone and Deen is serious again.
"Hmmm..." he ponders, "so whats your story...? if you dont wanna share its fine, I've been planning on going outside and burning something" Deen looks from his lighter to a bottle with a rag soaked in a liquid sticking out that he had put down on the table earlier.
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 4:41 am
"My story?" he replies, "I.. don't really have one. I'm not even in control" he adds, grinning. "Suffice to say i've got work to do.." He places his hands on his hips and frowns at the rude girls behind as she pushes past him. Looking down at the watery mess she dragged in with her, he lets out a small sigh, wondering who would clean that up - then follows her. "In a hurry for some herbal tea are you?.." he asks politely.
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