it's truth or dare, can you feel it? / open, injury

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]Well, for now it was a mystery what happened to Marco and left him how he was now. On the front lawn (his own), Marco laid there, his front leg bent in a rather awkward manner. It was pretty obvious it was broken; however when you saw how he was acting, it made you want to second guess. Despite how painful the injury appeared, Marco was oddly calm. His usual collected, cool self. Weird, huh?


    That didn't mean it didn't hurt, though. His jaw was locked tight, clenched as he used it as a way to sort of "let out" the harsh pain he felt coursing through him with every thought of trying to move. With a small grunt, he tried to twist around towards the house, hoping his roommate, Skully, was home. "Scheiße."


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px ridge transparent; width: 400px; letter-spacing: -1px; font-size: 10pt][justify]"Marco? Oh shit, dude." Being a former doctor, the chamberlain wouldn't mind helping if she had to, but she was hoping Weddy would show up.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=11pt]Ew! Alaskanpaw did not want to be involved, not at all. Brows raised with concern, the chamberlain shuffled over.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Whenever Skully was home, that meant he was smoking pot-- and, well, that's what he was doing, unfortunately for Marco. He was pretty sure his roommate didn't like the house smelling like weed, so he always did it out the window; he would have never seen the battered feline laying down if he wasn't poking his head out, the blunt gripped tightly between his teeth.


    And when he did see Marco, the African Wild Dog instantly made his way out of the house. Yes, he had trouble, but he eventually opened the door with the smoke still in between his teeth. "Bruh..." Skully woofed sloppily, making his way towards the crowd on the front yard. "Bruh.. your leg... it's so messed up, dude.." The stoned head brigadier commented through his chompers, smoke blowing out of his mouth as he spoke. "Dudes.. what are you-- dudes. This guy needs help, man.. why are you just.. yeah." That was him hinting to get the medic-- AKA, Weddingkit.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][sub]"Yeouch." Bonepup remarked as he approached, glossy black eyes focusing upon Marco's leg in mild concern. That looked... Painful.