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Message: <blockquote data-quote="The Forsaken One" data-source="post: 520355" data-attributes="member: 799">Evening of Arrival--Day 0Ray opens Doc's door and check on him. He finds him sitting a bit dazed in front of the wheel with a minor bleeding on the front of his head but otherwise he is fine. Briggs, James and Ross get together while Ray goes to get his camera and glace at the shape in the side of the road, snow blowing in their faces.  They slowly defying the blizzard head over towards the shape and as they approach it appears to move and stumble away for a few feet. Then it raises to its full stature and you can clearly make out what you've actually hit and about 20 feet away from you...The injured man is bundled in blankets and an old leather jacket, a dark scarf wrapped around his face. The scarf came loose when the man was struck, and you see the wizened visage of a Native American. His cheeks and chin have been scraped raw by the snow, blood is seeping through his clothing colouring the snow, and his left leg is twisted into an unnatural position, the foot wrenched almost backwards. His dark eyes burn with a fire that belies his age, and his scowl holds nothing but bitter contempt for the people who just ran him down. Gray hair and snow fly about his face as he raises a trembling right hand towards the three, fingers splayed."Chee ka tonaway," he mutters. "Chee kanah mo ka towanay!"Before you can reach him to help him and tend to his wounds the old man stumbles and hobbles away, disappearing beyond the light of the headlights and into the snowy darkness, the blizzard closing a curtain of snow behind him.[OOC: Ray this happens while you go check on Doc and go get the cam.]</blockquote>

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