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[petalpluck]

[It's almost time for sundown when the video feed turns on, world flipping and rotating as the camera falls out of the holder's hand, landing on the grass with the latest Newcomer laying down beside it on his front.

For the first minute, nothing happens. Perhaps the man had gone unnoticed by the Welcomers?

The nearby hand twitches as the man groans in pain, still lost in the clutches of unconsciousness.

Garry's face is hidden from blades of grass and long, lilac bangs. From the view, the injuries he has are hidden. In fact, it almost looks like Garry is sleeping...]

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[video]

[psychopath]

[you know what, Jack is just going to be an ass and watch the feed until the guy stirs properly.]

Re: [video]

[petalpluck]

[U rude.

It takes Garry about twenty minutes before he finally shakes with a few loud, bloodied coughs.

But he slumps back to the ground, breathing weakly with blood dribbling down his chin.]

permavideo

[psychopath]

[ty, jack tries his best :D]

Er...hello? Hello? Perhaps you should call over a Greeter?

:>

[petalpluck]

[Garry blinks blearily as he tries to locate the voice.]

Need... rose...

[psychopath]

...hello? What- rose?

[petalpluck]

Where--... Ib...



[He passes out again. Fortunately, a greeter had noticed him, and was rushing over with a small group to bombard the poor man with propaganda for the two conflicting companies once they manage to get him in a state of semi-consciousness... Thankfully, one of them was sensible enough to call the number for an ambulance.]

[psychopath]

[jack doesn't hang up; instead, he opts to wait until the new arrival realises he's still being recorded.]

[petalpluck]

[Garry groans in pain as he's carefully rolled onto his back; he's bled through his green tank top. This time, the woods won't disappear from rose magic.]

Ib... Where's Ib?

[He calls out a little more forcefully, looking around for the phone he had dropped before someone hands it to him. Garry blinks slowly at Jack... so unsure.]

You are...

[psychopath]

[This man sounds like he's been knocked around in the head quite a few times. Jack smothers a sigh and smiles fretfully.]

My name is Jack, and you are in Canada. Who's Ib?

[petalpluck]

[Garry blocks out the talk of the Greeters as he peers at Jack, trying to get a good look at him.]

Garry. Ib's a little girl and--

[He stops to cough painfully into his hand.]

H-how... did I get to Canada?