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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/11/2016 1:32:12 AM
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"Well, you're a full foot shorter than me and I'm stronger than some average humans... You can hold onto my shoulder and if you can't walk anymore I'll just carry you the rest of the way up there."
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Hm. So, how long have you been here?
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"Four years in all, two years in the Dojo."
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Wow. I dont think ive ever held a job for more than a week
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"Well, it does qualify as a job, but I just do it all because I want to, not for money."
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Makes sense. how far to the medical wing?
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"We're almost there... Don't worry..."
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Thanks again for carrying me. *has been trying to ignore my leg*
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"No problem. You aren't that heavy either which just makes you easier to carry." *He turns around, pressing his back against a door and pushing it open. Once he gets in he turns around and it seems like you're in a small, clean operating room.* "This place doesn't need to be big... A lot of people have their own infirmaries in space ships and stuff." *Sketch sets him down on the bed in the middle and steps back, looking for bandages.* "Okay... I'm no doctor... But bullet wounds are somewhat simple... Did the bullet pass straight through and how long have you had the wound?"
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Ive had it for close to a month. I had to dig it out with an icicle. And i cant get infections, something i leaned on my own.
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"Oh, well that's good... You should get better bandages though..." *Sketch comes back with some gauze and takes the bandage off of his leg. Sketch wraps the gauze around his leg over some extra padding over the open wound.*
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*winces as the wound slightly opened when you took off the bandage*
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*He finishes rapping it around his leg.* "There. It should probably heal faster now that it has a new, clean bandage..."
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Thanks again. And one more thing, i didnt catch your name.
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"Oh! Sorry! I'm Sketch! What's yours?"
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Im Quincy, Quincy Frost.
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"Well, it's very nice to meet you Quincy." *Sketch holds out a hand for him to shake.*
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*shakes his hand* Its good to meet you too.
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"So... Do you need an apartment?"
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Probably... i dont suppose you have any cardboard boxes, large pillows, and blankets?
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"Wait, what?"
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I dont remember too many happy things, but ive always loved cardboard boxes for some reason. I can shift to a feral physical form of myself so ill fit in the box, and the pillow is because the ground is hard. And i like wrapping myself in blankets.
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"Well... Um... I live in a cardboard box actually..."
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What're the odds! So do you have extra?
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"Well... It's more like a mansion on the inside..."
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cool! I prefer normal boxes though, no offense meant
