Welcome to the 18th Annual Hunger Games

[peeta_bread]

[There's a thump as Peeta's journal falls open.]

Ino!! Ino, wake up!!

[Then he notices his journal and scrambles over to it, filtering to Allen.]

[Filtered to Allen]

Help! Allen! I'm outside Ino's house!! She's knocked out. I didn't mean to, I... hurry, please!!

[ooc: open over the journal or action outside Casa de Guts. I have permission from Ino's mun. This is what's going on! ]

Comments

Peeta

[save_the_souls]

What?!

[Aw man, there goes a nice afternoon]

Okay! I'm on my way!

Allen

[peeta_bread]

Okay! Hurry!

[And he'll just sit on the ground with Ino's head in his lap.]

Peeta

[save_the_souls]

[he meanwhile runs as fast as he can to the nearest door, using the key from the Lost room to open it up and run through it so he instead comes out of the front door of Casa de Guts - quickly stepping in there again and coming out again with his medical bag. Pretty weird huh? Oh well. He approaches the two]

What happened?

[peeta_bread]

[Okay, that has him confused but he goes with it.]

I brought her a cake!

[Points to the mess of a cake all over and the cake pan nearby.]

And I tripped and hit her over the head! She won't wake up!

1/2

[save_the_souls]

[NOOOOO NOT THE CAKE.]

[save_the_souls]

[Just kidding he doesn't give a shit about the cake if one of his oldest friends is hurt. He quickly moves to start checking her pulse]

And that's it? She only hit her head on the pan?

adfsjksdf /dead

[peeta_bread]

Y-yeah. Why won't she wake up?

[save_the_souls]

She has a head injury, possibly a concussion.

[He keeps checking]

So far it looks like her vitals are good though. I'll need your help in bringing her to the clinic. We can use my car.

[peeta_bread]

Okay. Where is it?

1/2

[not_mafia]

[It's about this time that Tsuna's walking back, arms wrapped around him.]

Brrr! It's so chilly outside...

[And then he looks up.]

Oh, Allen-kun? And... Peet--?

2/2

[not_mafia]

[And then he sees Ino on the ground.]

I-Ino?!

[He immediately runs over and drops to her side.]

Is she okay? What happened?!

[save_the_souls]

[Oh hey Tsuna] She hit her head, we need to get her to the clinic.

[He'll nod towards the garage near behind the house as he stands] It's over there, in that garage.

[peeta_bread]

[Looks up at Tsuna desperately then back at Allen.] Should I pick her up?

[not_mafia]

H-hit her head? How?!

[save_the_souls]

A cake pan.

[He nods at Peeta] If you think you can, please. Try to keep her spine as straight as possible with her head - I'll go get the car to bring it closer.

[peeta_bread]

[Peeta glances at Tsuna, feeling awfully guilty. He lifts Ino up carefully, following Allen's instructions.]

I didn't mean to. It was an accident.

[not_mafia]

A-- what?

[And he notices the cake splattered on the ground not too far away, along with the dented pan. He bites on his lower lip as Peeta lifts her up. Right now, he's too worried for Ino's sake to really register Peeta's apology. Instead, he looks at Allen.]

I-is there anything I can do?

[save_the_souls]

Stay with Peeta, I'll be right back.

[And he's running off to get the car!]

Placeholderrr and dictated forever

[whichwayyoulean]

[...Well, if there's one way to get the Once-ler to respond to the journal in five second flat, this would be it]

What's going on? What's wrong with her?

[Yep, he'll just be panicking now, don't mind him]

aw yis

[peeta_bread]

She... I wanted to be friends so I had a cake but I tripped. I didn't mean to hit her head but she passed out.

[whichwayyoulean]

...Was the cake made out of bricks or something?

[No. This isn't important right now] Is she okay? Is she breathing?

[findatree]

Is she okay? [she's important to the Once-ler :s]

[peeta_bread]

Allen will help her. He works at the clinic.

[findatree]

Okay. ... Where's that?

/dictated for now, pretend I am not this late

[fanstheflame]

[Ino?! INO. and is that Peeta's voice, sounding so panicked? sorry, Mellark, but Super Defensive Boyfriend has one reaction, and one reaction only, as he's grabbing for his coat]

What did you do?!