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!]

Comments

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Ya gotta be kiddin' me! Why's everyone in this town so damn uptight? [He grumbles and cleans up, pouting. He'd really rather you didn't ruin his Halloween costume.]

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

I can't speak for this 'everyone', but I don't give a toss about whose lawn you ruin, so long as it isn't moine.

(Beat.)

'ell, name someone I disloike enough, and I moight even give you a 'and.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[He smirks.] NOW yer comin' to yer senses! Far as I'm concerned, it's Halloween so anyone is fair game. I don't discriminate on a night like tonight!

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

So you're being a pest t' everyone equally, is that it?

The Head Bitch's still droned, but wouldn't be opposed t' making 'er place real festive.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Grin!] Naturally!

[He tosses you a roll.] Now THERE is a great idea.

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

Given your counterpart's opinion 'f my camper, I doubt you'd want t' roide along, so I guess I'll be seeing you there.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I'll pass! Plus I can run faster than that thing moves. Ya better not leave me hangin' either! Otherwise yer just gonna miss all the fun.

[Off he scampers. He figures you probably will blow it off, but hey, that's your loss!]

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

(Nope! Arrives a few minutes after the Scout--the Scout can double jump and use rooftops, after all--with the cabin filled to the brim with more rolls of toilet paper.

Oh, yes, the Sniper came prepared.)

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[He starts laughing when he sees that roll up. He's already started, but damn, this is gonna get GOOD.]

Nice ta see ya came through! Geez, we can cover tha whole town with that!

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

That's th' idea, kid.

(Hops out of the car and readies a roll. Takes aim at the tree in the Head Bitch's yard and tosses it like he might one of his jars. It flies in a beautiful arc, trailing toilet paper behind it, just enough of it snagging on the highest branch.)

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Yeah!

[He gleefully joins you. Of course, he's got a pretty decent throwing arm too. This yard will be covered in no time.]

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

(Cue montage of the Sniper and Scout's night on the town.)