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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?]

((eta SLOWING WAY DOWN and probably stopping for the

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[certifiably]

Ooh, bet you tripped.

[certifiably]

You threw stuff at me last time too!

[easybreezyidiot]

I guess that's our thing.

[certifiably]

Hmmm. Does that mean I should throw them back?

[easybreezyidiot]

If that'll make you feel better.

[certifiably]

Not with that kind of reaction. [tosses them somewhere over her shoulder unceremoniously]

Now what will you do?

[easybreezyidiot]

[relieved, because there's no way she could have dodged them like this]

Sit here 'til I think I can walk, I guess.

[certifiably]

Could be a while.

[easybreezyidiot]

Yeah, so what are you hanging around for?

[certifiably]

That's my business~!

[easybreezyidiot]

I know it's because you like me.

[certifiably]

What?! Don't get so full of yourself, kid!

[easybreezyidiot]

C'mon, it's totally obvious.

[certifiably]

And where would you get a dumb idea like that from?

[easybreezyidiot]

You're always hanging around.

[certifiably]

I don't like being bored!