originally posted in:The New Dojo
[i]Coping With Paralysis[/i]
*Sketch sat on a bench overlooking lake. He wasn't doing anything, though... He was just staring... He was only wearing slate sweat pants and a grey t-shirt. He didn't even have his backpack with him.*
*He slouched as he sat, his tail hanging limply off the bench and his ears laid back. His eyes were a deep purple and his fur was ruffled and bunched up, as opposed to it's usual well-combed state.*
*He looked down at his legs, attempting to move them. All he managed to get were a few muscles to tense up, but just barely. He looked back over the water, whimpering.*
[spoiler]Open for interaction.[/spoiler]
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*Mortar forms next to Sketch, eyes filled with concern* Hey Sketch. What happened?
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Edited by Skatch142: 1/3/2017 9:52:44 PM"Well, I can't move or feel my legs or tail..." *He says, looking up at Mortar. Tears have begun to form in his eyes.*
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*Mortar, unable to say anything significant, places a hand on Sketch's shoulder* How did this happen?
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"I was going to fight Irina... Alpha came to stop me... He told me he had been suicidal, that the only person who had come to help was Irina. I wasn't there for him. I could have let him kill himself... He was upset and I wasn't going to fight him. So he ran me through with his sword and severed my spinal column. All I did was hug him back. Don't attack him. Don't hurt him. I deserve this."
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*Mortar sighs, hugging him* You do not deserve this, he did this to you. He had murdered people. You should know that
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"Everybody's murdered people... I've murdered people." *He says, sniffling.*
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*Mortar sighs, feeling empathy towards his friend* You know what I mean. He and a crew called the Arrowhead were terrorists, and destroyed the NTR Hermes. *He forms an iron ball and sits on it next to his friend* Don't feel bad about him, Sketch. He uses pity to stay here... I'm sorry, I shouldn't be talking about this with you. *He rests his hand on Sketch's shoulder* You know... I heard that there's some technology on Earth you put on your legs and it can, with a little bit of surgery, can put you on your feet again
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"He's my friend, Mortar. He regrets the things he's done. And I'm not using any of that. Sphirinian technology can heal me, it will just be months before I can walk again."
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*He nods* Understood. But this is his second strike. *He suddenly hugs his friend rather tightly, he hates seeing him like this*
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*He seems a little surprised at first but hugs back after a second, burying his face in Mortar's shoulder.*
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*He holds on for a while, patting his back a little to comfort him* It'll be okay. It'll be okay.
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*Sketch just keeps hugging him, sniffling a little.*
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*He repeats it a couple times more. It's hard to see if he's saying it to Sketch or himself, knowing he can't help him, and the ways he can he refuses*
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"M-Mortar... I'll be alright..." *He says, not looking up at him.*
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*Sketch can feel him nod as he lets go* Okay then. Sorry. Just, I can't help but feel like I should help somehow
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"I know, Mortar... I may ask for some favors and I'm always open to talk..."
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*He nods* Oh, definitely. I'd do anything to help
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"Thank you, Mortar." *Sketch hugs him again.*
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My pleasure. *He hugs him too, making sure he doesn't hurt him*
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*Sketch just keeps hugging him, not wanting to let go.*
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*He pats his back a little as he hugs him* We'll get through this
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Edited by Skatch142: 1/3/2017 9:52:24 PM
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Edited by Skatch142: 1/3/2017 9:52:05 PM
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[i]leyla absolutely hated seeing like him this hurt. She loved him more than anything and she knew that this was something she just couldn't heal. She hated the fact that one of his friends hurt him. It burdened her greatly but you could never tell though she had on hell of a poker face. She just sat down next to him not saying a thing.[/i]
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*The second she sits down, Sketch immediately wraps his arms around her in a tight hug, pulling her close.*