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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.

[easybreezyidiot]

Neither do I.

[certifiably]

And for now, you don't bore me.

[easybreezyidiot]

Because the Breeze isn't boring. Ever!

[certifiably]

[giggle] Even when she's sitting covered in blood, unable to move and with nothing to pass the time?

[easybreezyidiot]

You're still here, aren't you?

[certifiably]

I did say I'd love to see the look on your face if you tripped, didn't I?

[easybreezyidiot]

So... you saw it. And you're still here.

[certifiably]

Because I'm busy trying to make a point here!

[easybreezyidiot]

[heh]

Sure.

[certifiably]

Besides, I still haven't gotten in a good laugh at your klutziness.

[easybreezyidiot]

Go ahead.

[certifiably]

Kyahahaha! You totally wiped out!

[easybreezyidiot]

[getting to her feet]

Ha, ha, ha.

[certifiably]

Wow, that was fast.

[easybreezyidiot]

Problem?

[starts limping toward the mess hall at normal speed]