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tumbataure2013-03-03 01:36 pm
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Either you were dropped into the snow at the foot of the mountain or if you were less lucky you find yourself in the cold forest. The women can attempt to land wherever they please.
The griffins without riders are turning back and heading home. I hope you enjoyed traveling with us and welcome aboard again.
[ mission: get your shit together. ]
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Sook! Sook! It's me, are you alright?
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[squints eye open]
..Mitch.?
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Hey—! You found... Is she all right?
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I got you. I got you.
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[woozily looks up at constantine for a moment before resting her head against mitch's shoulder]
Derek...
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[ pushes her to john's arms. not so gentle anymore. ]
R-right! Derek. I'll go look for him.
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John.
[derek is the sasquatch.]
I think maybe she hit her head pretty hard.
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Easy! Head wound!
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[ i hope he's not lying in a puddle of blood. ]
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[clotheslines mitch before he runs off and separates them even more]
[he's returned victorious with a passed out derek and cardboard sam]
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Oh you found them!
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[tries to focus on them but there are like 3 of each]
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[ slaps hand over mouth. tries to look the other way. ]
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How many fingers am I holding up?
[german 3. takes his cellphone back while he's at it. again. this is what he gets for trusting cardboards with things]
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[squints]
Keep your hand still....
[nope.]
Fuck.
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Can you walk?
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Help me up and we'll see?
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[shooting mitchell an i swear to god if you cause any problems look]
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[shakes head and steadies self. she's good. she's upright]
[looks at cardboards]
Where's everyone else?
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[ chewing on his own knuckles ]
That-- wound, can someone...?
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[rolls up a cloth from bag and presses it to her forehead until she takes hold of it for herself]
Keep it together. [mitch.] Separated. What else?
[very exasperated as usual forehead rub goes here]
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[ still not looking. bbreathes. ]
Those bloody griffins...
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[keeps it still
OKay yeah. Dean I know I said a whole lot about trustin Mitch, but my blood is like vampire crack. Keepin' it together might not cut it for right now.
[sidesteps away from him a bit. watching]
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