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Mark: looks down "oh, no. That was actually something more intentional."
Mark: smirks a bit and looks back at Crystal
Mark: hears the voice under the shield but doesnt say anything. "no one" he gets up and turns toward Crystal, slinging it into a bush. Blood...
(you talking to Mark?)
(wanting to join.)
Mark: "hmm" runs his finger along the edge, it slicing into his finger. "sharp little thing"
Mark: picks up the shield. "well who would leave this here?"
Mark: he looks down at the ground, noticing he stepped on something hard. "thats wierd" he kneels down to find the shield.
Mark: steps on jacks shield
Mark: gets up and wanders about the forest.
Mark: sits under a tree and sighs.
Mark: he shakes his head and stays back a bit.
Mark: gets up and wanders towards the others.
Mark: listens to the commotion off in the distance. "What the hell are they doing?"
Mark: listening to the area around himself. He looks at the scars covering his arms.
Mark: sighs "finaly, theyre gone" he sits and rests leaned against a tree. His black cloak is like a heated blanket in the sun. He closes his eyes...
Yep) Mark: looks around uneasy. These people could help, but they also could stab him in the back.
Mark: "well i cant be nothing i guess"
Mark: "i never denied it"
Mark: "t'was just an observation hun" he smirks a bit