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[easybreezyidiot]

[This evening, a girl is lying at the edge of one of the cornfields. She is dirty, her arms and legs are scratched and bloody, and her shoes are completely wrecked. At first glance, she appears to be passed out or - if you're a naturally paranoid person - maybe dead. :| Do you investigate?]

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[littlestdeath]

Brianna!

[I'm not naturally paranoid, but you do look awfully hurt. RUNNING OVER TO YOU.]

Breeze? Don't be dead, okay?

[easybreezyidiot]

[opening her eyes]

Not dead.

[littlestdeath]

[kneeling down next to her to get a good look at the damage]

Good. I'd feel bad for smacking a dead person.

[easybreezyidiot]

... Why would you smack me?

[littlestdeath]

Because you obviously got into some kind of fight.

[searching around in her pockets for cloth to use for bandaging/general cleaning of wounds]

[easybreezyidiot]

... Is it really that obvious?

[littlestdeath]

It is. Now stay still.

[cleaning up the scratches as best she can]

Is there anything that hurts the most?

[easybreezyidiot]

[staying still is easy, for once]

Um. My legs?

[littlestdeath]

[gingerly feeling around her legs for anything broken]

You wanna tell me what happened?

[easybreezyidiot]

[sigh]

I was training, sort of. I want to get faster, but when I run too fast too long, I get clumsy and tired, so I tripped. That's all.

[littlestdeath]

You realize that sounds completely unbelievable, don't you?

[easybreezyidiot]

Unbelievable or just incredibly lame? Either way, it's true.

[littlestdeath]

The first one. But alright, if you say it's true, then I'll believe you.

[smacks lightly on the head]

Just think before you do something like that next time.

[easybreezyidiot]

... Sure.

[littlestdeath]

Good.

Now, can you stand, or do I have to carry you?

[easybreezyidiot]

You're kind of short to be carrying people.

[getting to her feet]