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12/26/2016 4:07:53 AM
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Karishad the werefox and his younger sister could be seen trekking through the thick snow. Kari had a green scarf on whearas his sister was wrapped in a blanket as he carried her.
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  • [i]Looking out over the balcony to the snow, Wolfe watched through drowsy eyes as the two trekked across the snow. Christ, how he wished to be out of his own mind...[/i]

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  • Eventually they stop. Kari had to set her down and move the blanket so her leg would show. It appeared that he was fixing some sort of bandage, a bloodied one at that.

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  • Edited by Trashcan Jesus: 12/26/2016 4:49:10 AM
    [i]Despite being exhausted, he could still make out the bloodied bandages and the wounded individual. Even depression wasn't enough to stop his morality. Jackson was by no means going to leave these two stranded on Christmas in the snow. Walking back inside, he threw on one of his shoulder holsters, sliding his revolver into it after making sure it was loaded. Looking for his ACU jacket, he grabbed it from the doorknob of his closet, throwing it on quickly. He put on his combat boots as well, quickly lacing them and heading downstairs and out the door. He'd worry about blisters and the cold later. Heading outside, he made his way to the two people further off in the snow. [/i] "Hey!" [i]He shouted over the wind. He sounded exasperated, and looked fairly ragged, his hair a mess, bags beneath his eyes.[/i] "How badly is she wounded?"

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  • Kari jumped, a little surprised by him approaching so suddenly. He notices, once he's closer, that they dont look like people at all, as they are werefoxes after all. [Word from the writer: Just imagine a smaller werewolf with leaner bones and features and a fox's fur pattern.] Kari didn't quite hear what he said and stood tiredly in between the two, his instinct to protect his sister being the only thing keeping him awake. "S-stay...st-stay b-back..." he said, exhausted.

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  • [i]He stopped for a moment in his tracks... What the hell were these things? Upon hearing them speak, however, he wasn't surprised. The Dojo was home to plenty of rather oddball beings, and these two seemed to be no exception to that rule. He moved a little closer after a moment of deliberation with himself, raising his hands to signify no ill intent.[/i] "How wounded is she?" [i]He shouted again.[/i]

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  • He calms down, having heard him. "G-gunshot wound..I was trying t-to find a doctor.."

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  • "You're not going to find anyone awake or open at this time of day on Christmas." [i]He said, approaching them. He looked to be fairly young, but haggard. Then again, he was awake at three in the morning.[/i]

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  • Kari goes back to kneeling next to his sister, holding her hand. "I don't suppose you know how to remove a bullet?" he asks, his voice full of concern and fear.

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  • "I can stabilize the wound, but I'm not a surgeon. I've got a friend that's a trained medic and has dealt with bullet trauma, but we need to keep your friend alive long enough for that." [i]He said, calm, but sounded tired. Wasn't the usual way he spent Christmas, but Jackson wasn't going to let these... individuals... die.[/i]

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  • "Please hurry then, she's my sister.." he said. "If we need to move her I can carry her, but I don't know where to go.."

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  • "Come on, then. I've got basic supplies at home. That sound needs wrapped. She loses too much blood, she's a goner." [i]He said, gesturing for them to follow.[/i]

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  • He picks her up, being mindful not to move her leg too much as he follows him.

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  • [i]Within a few minutes, they arrived at a small two-story home outside of Dojoville, the house undecorated despite the holidays, the lights off. Approaching, the man unlocked and opened his door, holding it to allow the two to enter.[/i] "Take her to the kitchen. The table in there should do. Keep pressure on the wound, make sure she's not losing tons of blood." [i]He said.[/i]

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  • "Well, that i know already. Ive had some medical training, but nothing fancy.." he said as he took her to the kitchen and did as he said.

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  • "Great... then we're in the same boat." [i]He said dryly. Pacing upstairs, he finally found his phone, and sent a message to the individual he spoke of earlier. Sliding the phone in his pocket, he returned downstairs with a trauma kit.[/i] "She's on her way. I'll do what I can until she arrives." [i]In the light, the two could tell that the man looked absolutely wiped out, like he'd been awake all night. His hair was more of a mess than usual, his clothes appeared to be merely tossed on, and he certainly sounded exhausted. Approaching with the kit, he set it down on the table beside the injured individual, and began looking for the necessary tools to clean the wound, along with painkiller.[/i]

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  • Mari was holding her brother's hand tightly, whimpering as she kept her eyes squeezed shut. "Hey, you're gonna be ok, just try to stay calm, ok?" he said to her, along with other reassurances. She was definitely smaller then Kari, only being around five feet tall, whereas Kari was seven feet, six if he slouched.

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  • "How long ago was she shot?" [i]He said, preparing a shot of morphine, keeping it away from the female's eyes as he wasn't quite sure how she'd react to needles. He figured that carrying on conversation would be beneficial to her taking her mind off the pain, but he was worried about her keeping the leg if she had been wounded for some time. Walking around to it, he inspected the wound carefully, to see what all would need done. [/i]

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  • "Around an hour ago, why?" he asked. Her leg looked fine for her condition, but her orange fur was tainted red around the area where she was shot. From what he could tell, she was shot around her thigh, right into the muscle.

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  • "Good news is, she'll likely going to survive. You're lucky that the round didn't get the femoral, else she would've been dead within ten minutes of being shot." [i]He said, injecting the morphine into her arm as he spoke.[/i] "You're going to start feeling really out of it in a few minutes. I'm going to clean it up and let my friend handle getting it out. We are going to have to shave the hair off of this part of your leg. Don't want to risk infection." [i]He explained as calmly as he could. Quickly, he then headed upstairs to see if he could find something to get the hair away from the wound.[/i]

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  • Mari simply nodded when he spoke to her, as if she couldn't talk. Kari continued holding her hand, doing his best to keep her calm.

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  • [i]The man disappeared upstairs, and returned roughly five minutes later with a set of electric clippers and he appropriate attachments. There was a knock on the door, and after setting the clippers down, he went to the door, opening it and allowing whoever was there to enter. Coming in to the room, he was followed by a woman in a hoodie and sweatpants. She had a backpack over her shoulder and a duffle bag in hand, her hair tied back behind her head in a ponytail. She was shorter than him, built like a runner rather than a soldier. Her hair was a lighter shade of blonde, her skin fair and her eyes a pale blue. Unlike him, she didn't look wiped out. Setting her gear down, she set about getting to work. Washing her hands, she put on a pair of surgical gloves she pulled forth from her backpack, along with a case of surgical tools. Setting them on the table, she opened the case and selected the tools she needed, setting them aside for sterilization. Pulling out the set of clippers that were already on the table, she set to work, cleaning the hair off of the wounded area of the female's leg. She finished quickly, pushing the fur to the floor. Sterilizing her tools using a solution in her kit, she quickly set to work on removing the round which had lodged itself in the flesh. Carefully, she extracted it, and set the bloody bit of metal on the table. Cleaning her tools, she then retrieved stitches from her kit along with another solution to clean the wound out. The morphine prevented the patient from feeling all of this, thankfully. Upon cleaning the wound out, she carefully stitched it back together, taking her time to ensure it was done properly.[/i]

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  • Mari had kept her eyes shut all the while, not wanting to watch. She had nearly fallen asleep by the time they were done. Kari looked at the woman. "Thank you..really." he said, still holding his sister's hand.

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  • [i]Throwing away her gloves and packing her gear up, the woman smiled, a friendly and genuine smile, and spoke.[/i] "It is Christmas. Nobody deserves to lose anyone on this day." [i]There was a clear and soft French accent to her voice, but after she spoke, her smile faded as she glanced over at the man, who was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed and eyes closed. [/i]

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  • He looked over at him for a moment. "Im guessing that he... you know.." he said, implying he lost someone.

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  • [i]She shot him a glance that clearly said yes, but she did not say anything more. The man said nothing himself, almost appearing as if he had not heard them speak.[/i]

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