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[ gunshots, inhuman screeches and then--

Mason seems to stumble in out of nowhere, bleeding profusely from his side. he trembles, scared shitless, and gasps for air. ]

S- Son of a bi- bitch!

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[canaryfeathers.livejournal.com]

[flash-- he's right there.]

Who hurt you.

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[ fights for words, mouth gaping. ]

I went ba- ack...

[canaryfeathers.livejournal.com]

What?

... what?

[motelhq.livejournal.com]

S- Silent Hill.

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You weren't in the room?

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[ swallows. his mouth is suddenly dry. ]

No.

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[he's having a very, very bad conflict of interests right now, looking over to Mason. he doesn't know if he should feel how he does, if he's going crazy or not, but he just frowns. he can't make the connection of what to do.]

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[ guesses what the other is thinking thinking and knows he's right. somehow he slips his handgun into his belt and covers his side with his hands. he wants help but... ]

I'll b- be fine.

[canaryfeathers.livejournal.com]

Mason ...

[steps forward to him, shifting arms around so he can help ease off the weight.]

Let's find you a doctor ...

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[ hisses because it really fucking hurts. ]

Hold on--!

[canaryfeathers.livejournal.com]

[lets go, backing up.]

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[ after a couple of deep breaths, he steels himself. ]

Sorry. I-- It hurts.

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[--and he's booking it in the other direction.]

[motelhq.livejournal.com]

Hey!

[ damn finding a doctor; he's dealt with this before. he tries to run after him but the most he can manage is a jog. ]