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Post by Atlantic on Jul 28, 2005 13:46:04 GMT -5
"Alright .."
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Post by becky on Jul 28, 2005 13:47:38 GMT -5
She sighs, "great... i ripped my jeans, " she muttered to her self, ignoring the bloody knee bwhind the hole. ()
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Post by Atlantic on Jul 28, 2005 13:50:57 GMT -5
He hands her rubbing alcohol. "You might wanna clean the wound before it gets infected."
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Post by becky on Jul 28, 2005 13:52:10 GMT -5
She blinks, taking it. "Uh... thanks?" ~Why'd he have rubbing alchohol on him?~ she wonders while disinfecting...
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Post by Atlantic on Jul 28, 2005 13:54:05 GMT -5
"No problem."
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Post by becky on Jul 28, 2005 13:56:22 GMT -5
"why... are you carrying around rubbing alchohol?" she asks, handing it back.
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Post by Atlantic on Jul 28, 2005 13:57:07 GMT -5
"I used to carry around most first aid stuff cause of my old job."
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Post by becky on Jul 28, 2005 13:58:18 GMT -5
"oh... so you got hurt sometimes?"
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Post by Atlantic on Jul 28, 2005 13:58:54 GMT -5
He nodded. "Rarely, but it happened."
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Post by becky on Jul 28, 2005 14:00:29 GMT -5
"somehow, i didnt expect that..."
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Post by Atlantic on Jul 28, 2005 15:30:58 GMT -5
"Really?"
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Post by becky on Jul 28, 2005 15:32:06 GMT -5
"you just dont seem the person who'd get hurt easily..."
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Post by Atlantic on Jul 28, 2005 15:33:57 GMT -5
"Sometimes.. it happened though."
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Post by becky on Jul 28, 2005 15:34:59 GMT -5
She shakes her head, forgetting to look where she's going and stumbles. Doesnt fall this time. Klutz.
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Post by Atlantic on Jul 28, 2005 15:39:17 GMT -5
he looks at her when she stumbles and quickly looks away.
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