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WHO: Yoyo
shape_da_future, and Mai
fanninja
WHAT: Hospitalized after being jumped, Yoyo's cramped inside a white-wall prison... And Mai has this baby thing she needs to keep check ups on and stuff.... KIDS IN A HOSPITAL... WHINING ABOUT LIFE!
WHEN: Monday, afternoon (7-28)
WHERE: Clairbourn hospital (whatever the name is)
NOTES: ZOMG THE RETURN OF MAI!!!
Two weeks ago, when Yoyo was brought in, it was laid up with a cast, cuts, bruises, and the distinct smell of a paint mixture with some sort of raw eggs and sewage. Anyone streetwise KNEW who did it, but, it was better that Yoyo kept his assailants unnamed for his own later protection.
But the officer he spoke was rather street smart, and pretty dammed hot to boot... not that he ever saw her again afterward, they'd sent another officer for follow up, simply because he had been flirting too much.
He still had a few bruises, a cut or two, a few minor pains from internal damage, and a broken arm (unfortunately his right, his painting arm). With NO paint, NO skates, and NO music, the tagger was simply miserable... and it didn't seem like anyone had come to see him anymore, leaving him to wander the halls and lobby passing the time.
shape_da_future, and Mai
fanninja
WHAT: Hospitalized after being jumped, Yoyo's cramped inside a white-wall prison... And Mai has this baby thing she needs to keep check ups on and stuff.... KIDS IN A HOSPITAL... WHINING ABOUT LIFE!
WHEN: Monday, afternoon (7-28)
WHERE: Clairbourn hospital (whatever the name is)
NOTES: ZOMG THE RETURN OF MAI!!!
Two weeks ago, when Yoyo was brought in, it was laid up with a cast, cuts, bruises, and the distinct smell of a paint mixture with some sort of raw eggs and sewage. Anyone streetwise KNEW who did it, but, it was better that Yoyo kept his assailants unnamed for his own later protection.
But the officer he spoke was rather street smart, and pretty dammed hot to boot... not that he ever saw her again afterward, they'd sent another officer for follow up, simply because he had been flirting too much.
He still had a few bruises, a cut or two, a few minor pains from internal damage, and a broken arm (unfortunately his right, his painting arm). With NO paint, NO skates, and NO music, the tagger was simply miserable... and it didn't seem like anyone had come to see him anymore, leaving him to wander the halls and lobby passing the time.