backdated to sunday evening. ish.

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[so! after this very educational experience in which we all learn that when a little girl demands that you tell her she's pretty, you tell her she's pretty, it's starting to get dark outside. nevermind that a certain someone is quite pinned down. ... literally.]

[FINALLY HANDLIN' FALLOUT FROM ROAD'S PREINTRO like a boss. if you want to tag in,

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[a bit of time passes and he lays there, not really moving much. his eyes shift over to the spikes again, and he winces as he tries to actually move one of his hands just a smidgen. there's blood, but not much yet - although that would be a different story were one of the spikes to come out. he continues to lay there, staring back up contemplatively; at least, as much as one can when there's searing pain.]

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[and after a moment, he begins to cautiously move the lower half of his body. after determining that he can, in fact, do that without causing further harm to himself or risking having the spikes get knocked out, he shifts it towards his pinned right hand until he's able to somewhat get into the pocket with his thumb. and after a couple awkward attempts, he manages to knock his cellphone out of his pocket, letting it land down on the ground next to his hand. the next couple of minutes are spent trying to work the phone open with his thumb and index finger - success.

he presses a button or two until he manages to set off his cell phone alarm continuously - "Under Pressure," thank you very much - then pushes the phone away as best as he can with just a thumb and lays his head back against the ground again, just waiting. and potentially distracting himself from the pain with something infinitely more painful.]

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[starts humming songs by Katy Perry.]

[aneye4aneye]

[SUMMONED BY NOISE! oh snap it's an injured Jesse. Rushing over! And avoiding the spikes, getting right up to Jesse's side and checking for nything else going on.]

Jesse, how--!?

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[mostly, it's just four spikes - two in both of his hands, pinning them to the ground, and two in each shoulder.]

... do you really want to ask me that right this second?

[aneye4aneye]

You're conscious... thank goodness.

[aneye4aneye]

Now shut up.

[taking out a... fairly sharp looking knife.] This might hurt a little!

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- wait, wait. What are you planning on doing with that?

[aneye4aneye]

Trust me, and don't move.

[crouching down close to the ground and grasping Jesse's wrist, while using the knife in his other hand to inch underneath Jesse's and start to saw at the spike]

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[glances over at that and after seeing that he's only sawing at the spike itself and not actually removing it, stays perfectly still, looking back off to the side.]

[aneye4aneye]

[Clearly knows what he's doing, not even wincing. And after a while, saws the spike through! Then starts on the next hand, leaving the shoulder spikes for last.]

Don't try to move your hand even if it's free, but when we start on the shoulders you'll need to lean on your elbows and lift yourself up a little. Can... can you manage that?

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... Yeah. I can do that.

[aneye4aneye]

Okay.

[IS SO ANGRY INSIDE and that might come through with his erratic sawing, but will save questions for later. When Jesse is safe.]

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[is actually staying quiet for once, letting him do his work.]

[aneye4aneye]

[finishing the other hand, then moving onto Jesse's shoulders.]

Try lifting up a little-- not so much that you're off them, but enough for me to get under your back?