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[airplanecups]

[if anyone inside the mansion was particularly observant this fine afternoon, they might spot a peculiarly large teen scrambling his gangly way to room 333. blood stains spot one side of his shirt, pooling around his collar and sleeve, and every few steps he stops to throw a hasty glance over his shoulder

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[yourshowface]

[the door opens quickly, and a smug grin crosses Jesse's face as he sees exactly who is visiting him this afternoon.]

Did you get lost or something amidst the chaos? I would have expected more given all your brava-

[yourshowface]

[the sight of blood on his shirt - all over his shirt - makes him freeze up immediately, letting the words trail off as he just stares.]

. . . do . . .

[yourshowface]

[- quickly regroups, trying to muster up some expression, anything that isn't complete shock.]

- what the hell happened to you?

[airplanecups]

[glances sideways, flexing his fingers.]

I need to crash here for a few days.