37th Inning

[freakinblur]

[Scout's spent too long cooped up or being hunted down by hazmats recently. Now it was finally Halloween, and it was time for fun!

So he's out roaming the neighborhood trying to jump put and scare kids. He's surprisingly good at it. Better look out, as he's about to get you! His Halloween costume, by the way, is the Milkman. The drones don't get it, but he's certainly thinks it's pretty damned appropriate.

He'll be trolling for candy too. No, he doesn't care that he's 21 years old. You're never too old for candy, right? Oh yeah, he just TPed that tree in your yard too. Or covered your car in shaving cream. Any number of juvenile pranks are coming at you!

Also, there will be a ring on Taiwan's doorbell. A package of Halloween cookies will be left there, with a note attached saying they're to her, from Scout. He promised her something nice for her birthday, but Mayfield sort of stomped all over any chance for fun last week.

Happy Halloween, Mayfield!]

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[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[He thinks for a moment, then shrugs] It prob'ly will, just like how all the decorations showed up outta nowhere. So what if it don't? A little TP never killed nobody!

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

...You do know that this is my lawn, right?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Yeah? It ain't nothin' personal, lady, I'm just kinda hittin' 'em all up.

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[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

No, I understand.

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

That being said - [and now she takes the Winchester from behind her back and aims it at his head] - I hope you don't take this personally.

[And


she doesn't shoot.

But her finger is on the trigger.]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[As a man who's had his head blown off more times that he'd like to admit, he handles having a gun put in his face surprisingly well. He does flinch for a moment as he assumes you ARE going to just shoot him, but then he relaxes, and frowns.]

What the hell?! What 'r ya so uptight for? It's Halloween! No reason ta put a bullet in someone's freakin' head!

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

I think we both know it's been a long couple weeks. I'd like things to go along as normally as possible.

[She puts the gun down from his head, but keeps it close and still in the open.]

That being said, you're free to continue. As long as you clean up after yourself. No hard feelings - I would do the same to anyone who came to throw toilet paper at my yard. [Well unless it was a kid. That'd be weird.]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Yer preachin' ta the choir, sister. I've been here fer like 9 months already!

An' I'm tellin' ya, in a day 'r two it'll all be gone. That's how this town works, ya know!

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

I understand that. But that doesn't mean you should be allowed to do as you please without repercussions. Like - [she lifts the gun again, but lowers it before she even aims it at him] - how anyone can kill here with ease and then the other comes back. That doesn't make it alright to murder, does it?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

....Are ya seriously comparin' me TPin' yer lawn ta murder?

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

Not necessarily. [Yeah sorry Scout. Hot woman, crazy mentality.] I just don't think you should be doing something so unreasonable, just because it's Halloween.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Lady, that's what Halloween is for. It ain't even like I egged yer car 'r nothin'! This stuff's totally harmless!

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

[She sighs.]

Can't you just drink a beer with your friends somewhere? Halloween is meant for children to get candy. Even Mayfield seems to realize that.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Ok, well technically I shoulda done this stuff last night, bein' Mischief Night 'n' all. But I didn't get a chance.

As much as I'd love a party, no one's havin' one, an' plus everyone's still all bummed out 'n' stuff from all the crap that just went on. Mayfield always ruins everythin'.

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

[Well she does understand that, at the very least.]

It is a shame, but I don't think this is the right way to let out your anger. Call it the mother in me. [a sigh.] Do you want something to drink perhaps?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Anger? Naw, this is fun! If I was angry, ya'd know it, trust me.


[He smirks.] I dunno. Ya gonna put that gun away?

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

I know. I mean you need to let out the steam from the last couple weeks.

[She smirks.] We'll see.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Well that's pretty true.

That's a risk I'm willin' ta take then. Ya know, I never even got yer name! I'm Scout.

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

Kyrie. I'll be back with a bottle. That toilet paper better be out of my sight by the time I come back.

[And she walks off to the house]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Then ya better not leave me hangin'!

[He'll start pulling it all down, looking over to the house to make sure you actually are coming back, and not just screwing with him.]

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

[About ten minutes later, enough time for Scout to get everything off hopefully, Kyrie comes out with a bottle of beer she found in the fridge.]

Finished yet, Scout?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[He's got it more or less in a big pile now.]

Yeah yeah, I got it. Man, talk about a waste! Maybe I'll just go throw it at Pyro's porch...

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

Throw it wherever you'd like but here, if you don't mind. I prefer the trash, but I won't force you. [She hands him the bottle.]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Awright. Sounds like a fair trade fer a beer. Thanks!

[enviousmath.livejournal.com]

No problem. It was just going to sit there if you didn't take it. [Except the drone husband will probably wonder where his beer went. HA.]