[center][color=ffff00][h1]Haruishi Mari[/h1][/color][b]Performing first aid on self with Kaito's help, returning a dummy to Zone 2[/b][/center]
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[hider=In the quiet of the railway station, running scared][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l3LFML_pxlY[/youtube][/hider]
Some say mankind's greatest fear is the unknown, others say it is death. In that moment of clarity, Mari knew that was bull. There is something more visceral, that men would leap into the unknown to avoid, that men would choose death if only to be released from it. Man's greatest fear, of course, was pain. Mari must have screamed, she realized, noticing, once the blinding flash had receded, that she was on the ground.

But the first thought that crossed her mind was whether to give up. All the confidence, all the 'talk' melted away. She had never saved a person in her life; she had barely saved herself. She didn't know a thing about hero work, and the fact that hero work was painful work was only just made known to her. Besides, she had run away to avoid pain, and here she was throwing herself back into it. At least her father had never cut her. Shakily, she pulled the harmonica out from under her shirt and grasped it tightly to ground herself, wondering why she had never torn it from her neck and flung it, screaming at the top of her lungs, into the nearest river bank, abandoning her past completely.

As she came back into herself, she realized Kaito was beside her. How could this skinny-jeaned punk rocker hope to compete in an arena where monsters like All Might and All for One could level cities on a whim. Perhaps it was stupidity, like herself, thinking she could do something, thinking she could make a difference. As Kaito's words finally started making sense to Mari, she merely nodded at his suggestions, letting out a wheezy, [color=ffff00]"...I expected the metal to bend, not shatter."[/color]

Wincing, Mari untied her shoe and took off her sock, inspecting the damage. There was blood, and there were cuts, but she didn't seem to be 'bleeding out', as it were. It seemed the shoe had soaked most of the damage. Mari slowly slipped her sock back on, and accepted Kaito's offer of a cloth wrapping, and his shoe. [color=ffff00]"I'd also like to wrap my foot up a bit too, to cushion it, if you have spare material,"[/color] Mari asked. She did as much as she could to facilitate the first aid Kaito gave her.

Once her foot and leg had been sufficiently wrapped up, she slipped on Kaito's shoe, and slowly stood up, using Kaito's shoulder. She gingerly tapped the sole of her foot on the ground, feeling the dull throb of pain, muted by the wrappings. She stamped her foot a few times, increasing the force, just to get used to the different levels of pain and learning how much she could tolerate, though she wondered if her adrenaline was somehow numbing her.

[color=ffff00]"I-I think I'll be okay,"[/color] Mari said with little confidence, [color=ffff00]"I'll ferry this dummy back first, and if I can't take any more...I'll forfeit and stay with the bus. But if I get used to it, I'll come back, and be a bit smarter about kicking cars."[/color]

Lifting the dummy across her shoulders, Mari headed back in the direction of the bus. But before she took off, she turned back to Kaito and said, [color=ffff00]"...thanks..."[/color]

During the trip back to the bus, Mari kept a note of her injury, while pushing her running speed, in order to gauge what speed she could comfortably run at without exacerbating her foot.