44th Inning

[freakinblur]

[Oh boy, regains! Scout always looks forward to getting things in the mail - for him, it's usually cool weapons, a neat hat... but not today, Mayfield. Today Scout pulls out from the mailbox a thin manila envelope. He's disappointed it's not some giant package, but he hastily rips it open to see what's inside. And what's inside can only be described as an extended Mayfield April Fools Joke.

It's full of rather, shall we say, scandalous, compromising photos of a certain enemy Spy and Scout's mom.

There's a long moment of Scout standing on the lawn staring at these, eyes wide and unbelieving, before the inevitable flip-out. Everyone on Mitchell Road can hear the endless stream of Southie-style profanities that suddenly erupt from house 1451.

Once he stops screaming at no one, Scout runs into the garage. After a few moments, he's out on the driveway with a metal trash can, some matches and lighter fluid. It's bonfire time.

Feel free to interrupt him at any point! Be warned, though, his temper is something fierce, and he's not about to share what he has.]

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[Later, once he's calmed down and all the photos are disposed of, Scout will get on the phone!]

So, it's spring! And there's a whole lotta new people in town again. Well, welcome ta Mayfield, it sucks, enjoy yer stay. Anyway, spring means baseball season and I know a lotta youse guys are already interested in playin'. I wanna get at least enough fer two full teams. That means at least 9 ta be on the field, plus a coupla extras just in case. Let's say 20 people. Anyone can play, I don't care if ya totally suck, 'r don't even got baseball thanks ta whatever the hell kinda crazy world ya come from. If ya wanna learn, whenever I ain't bein' yer friendly police officer, I'll be at tha park. I can teach ya ta play. My name's Scout.

[Anyone interested will indeed find him there when he's not on police duty! Okay, even sometimes when he IS on duty, too. He has a lovely habit of practicing batting by just knocking balls down the street and into the neighborhood, not caring what they hit. Approach?]

Comments

[commie-island.livejournal.com]

Baseball, Hell yes.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

I knew you'd be up for it, pally.

[commie-island.livejournal.com]

'Course.

The town sent me some of my stuff. Bat, glove. Be nice to get a chance to use them again.

[miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com]

[After you make that second call, Ai is standing behind you.

She needs to talk Scout.]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Turns around, and isn't really surprised to see her there. He's used to this now.]

What's up? Yer gonna play, right?

[miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com]

.....possibly.

[If you don't have enough people and drag her along. However she's a little distracted.]

Have you met Kikuri yet?

[pokeballer.livejournal.com]

[You might hear a cry of pain as one of those errant balls manages to hit some unfortunate soul.

Which would be this kid.]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Oops. Oh well. From down the street:] I said "head's up"!

[No he didn't.]

[pokeballer.livejournal.com]

[He'd protest since he certainly didn't hear that... if he wasn't so out of it at the moment.

As it is, he couldn't even make out what Scout was yelling at him anyway.]

[naicha]

_{[ catches the ball!! mostly by luck ]}

Officer, officer, the park is that way, you know! _{[ she points at the park's general direction ]}

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Hey, nice catch. An' don't call me "officer", it makes ya sound like a drone!

[phone]

[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

I am interested in playing this based-ball.

[phone]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

"Baseball", pally. Sweet, I'll add ya ta the list!

[thief-of-truth.livejournal.com]

I'm in!

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Sweet! I know I could count on you.

[elevatoravatar.livejournal.com]

[Liz stands there, watching him get the trash can and start the fire before interrupting]

"If you are out of charcoal for your grill... I believe there is some at my house... Though, I was not aware that trash cans were used for grills here as well... Fascinating..."

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Does this look like a grill to you, chucklenuts?! Does it look like I'm freakin' cookin' hotdogs here?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[After a baseball drops out of the sky and nearly hits him on the head, Slugger makes his way to the park. Scout may feel a sudden, but not entirely unfamiliar presence behind him, watching him quietly...]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[14 months of living with Ai, and Scout is used to this feeling. Seeing that it's Slugger and not her is surprising for a moment.]

Oh, hey there kid. Man, you 'n' Ai got that whole sneakin'-up-on-ya thing down pretty good.

[phone]

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

...Let me guess. Baseball is one of those modern human sports.

How's it work?

[phone]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Well, modern in that it's like, 80 years old 'r somethin'. It's pretty easy, I could teach ya, I guess. Involves bats 'n' balls 'n' runnin' bases an' stuff. [Isn't he helpful?]

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

...

Something against trash cans?

[How long has he been standing there?]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Wh-- Geez dude, what are ya doin'?! No, I ain't got somethin' against trash cans, numbnuts.

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

(Suddenly appearing over the Scout's shoulder as he's burning the photos.)

You realoize that th' Spook would 'ave th' original film, roight?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Jesus Ch-- Don't do that!! An' he's lucky he ain't here, or I'd rip his goddamn lungs out!