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maddest[A few hours after this, Break's PCD is jostled on.
It's a video feed, yes, but all that's visible is the inside of Break's pocket. From the sounds of things, he's still in the streets, propped against a building, wheezing for breath. A few coughs, and he spits blood onto his white coat sleeve, sinks to the ground with a groan.
Not a good day.]
It's a video feed, yes, but all that's visible is the inside of Break's pocket. From the sounds of things, he's still in the streets, propped against a building, wheezing for breath. A few coughs, and he spits blood onto his white coat sleeve, sinks to the ground with a groan.
Not a good day.]
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Date: 2010-10-18 01:46 am (UTC)[He admits, groaning as he makes it up straight.]
And I'm not hurt, Zuko.
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Date: 2010-10-18 01:51 am (UTC)[He lets Break straighten by himself, frowning a little.]
...hn.
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Date: 2010-10-18 03:42 am (UTC)[God, he is so not in the mood, just go to the clinic, gdmit.]
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Date: 2010-10-18 05:19 pm (UTC)Fine. Come on.