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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/11/2017 1:12:46 AM
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There was nothing. Nothing inside anyway. If he were listening closely, he could hear the sounds of someone sobbing. It was better than the alternative, supposedly. Now. He could either have a quick look around or head towards what could be the pilot...
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Hearing the cries, Dale began to frantically search for the maker of the sounds, hoping to find someone crying out of sadness rather than pain. Upon seeing the pilot, he rushed over to the woman, placing his axe upon his hip, and approaching her slowly. Just incase- never knew with the random people falling out of the sky. "Hey... Hey you alright?" His voice was low, almost a whisper, but loud enough to get her attention. His voice was rather deep and calm- a listener might fall asleep if they were tired.
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She suddenly blinked, looking up towards the man. Tears were still running out of her face, but they seemed to have calmed with the arrival of another. "I'm... okay," she lied, "Just... a little hurt. That's all."
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"Little hurt? You must be though we than me! I wouldn't be a 'little' hurt after that kindof crash. 'Ere, stand up lass." The man offered his large hand, it was rough and dirty- but it was an offer. He placed the axe in his other hand at his hip, not to frighten her.
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She took it, barely able to stand. Her left leg wasn't steady, but her exosuit managed to get her fully up. "To be honest," she said, almost dizzily, "I'm more than 'A little hurt.' Do you happen to have any medical expertise? Or know someone who does?"
