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Post by Winona on Mar 2, 2018 20:54:07 GMT -5
Jericho remained standing, although he did stumble slightly before righting himself. He looked down at James, disgust and guilt filling him equally. He hesitated, and then held his hand out to help him to his feet. "You, uh... are you okay?" Jericho asked after stumbling through his words a bit.
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Post by flamerune on Mar 2, 2018 21:00:02 GMT -5
James hesitantly took the other man’s hand, standing up. Blood trickled down his temple. His black hair, which perpetually covered his right eye, was messier than it ever had been in his villainy days. “Thanks,” he murmured before responding to Jericho’s question, “I’m fine.”
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Post by Winona on Mar 2, 2018 21:32:57 GMT -5
Jericho let go of his hand almost immediately after he was back up. He slipped his hands into his pockets, looking at the blood on James' forehead. "Yeah, not a problem." He said, although it was obvious that James was not alright. That bloody spot on his forehead was proof. "You should uh... get that checked out."
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Post by flamerune on Mar 2, 2018 21:36:52 GMT -5
Jericho let go of his hand almost immediately after he was back up. He slipped his hands into his pockets, looking at the blood on James' forehead. "Yeah, not a problem." He said, although it was obvious that James was not alright. That bloody spot on his forehead was proof. "You should uh... get that checked out." James huffed, pressing a hand to his forehead and wincing. "Everyone in this stupid town hates me. They wouldn't check me out anyway."
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Post by Winona on Mar 3, 2018 20:52:44 GMT -5
"Fair enough." Jericho agreed. He couldn't help him, so he just looked at him. "How long have you been here?" He asked. Although he kind of had an idea, it seemed like a safe question to ask.
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Post by flamerune on Mar 5, 2018 19:52:53 GMT -5
James sighed, carding long fingers through messy ebony hair. "I don't know, a few days, I think..." He slumped his shoulders, his head pounding.
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