4th inning

[freakinblur]

[Backdated just a wee bit. After the events that take place here, Mayfield's got a droned Scout on their hands! Or Nathaniel I suppose, as he's only going by his actual name for the moment.

As he was droned somewhere around midnight/1AM for 12 hours, Scout heads to work in the morning, all chipper and friendly. He greets his family warmly, talks about school and work with them while eating breakfast. The brainwashing is painfully obvious.

Somewhere around lunchtime at the sports supply shop, Scout snaps out of it and goes completely ballistic! He ends up breaking a lot of stuff, beating up a few drone with a bat and storming out enraged. He was going to get that pic Grady back for making him act like these stupid empty drones, he just had to figure out how.

As for you lovely Mayfieldians, feel free to interrupt Scout at any point in time during his day, if you like! On his walk to work, at the shop or him rampaging back home. Just specify when. :D]

Comments

[numanstan.livejournal.com]

[Oh wow he looks mad.




Better go talk to him. So Vince just sorta walks beside him, all casual-like.] Y'alright there, mate?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Scout whips around, holding the bat high, but lowers it when he sees it's Vince.]

I--Jesus Christ, I almost-- NO I AM NOT OKAY. I was just droned all night and all fuckin' morning! That goddamn pig, he --UGH! [He takes a swat at the side mirror of the nearest car. It goes sailing off down the street. Home run!]

[numanstan.livejournal.com]

[Oh wow look at it go. That could've been his head.] That long? What'd you do, kill somebody?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

No, I - ugh. I WISH man, it woulda been more worth it. I.... I botched an escape, and that pig Grady showed up.

[numanstan.livejournal.com]

Y'tried to escape? How? I mean, lots of people've tried to just walk out, even though it's never worked, but they've never been droned for it!

... Who's Grady?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[At this point, Scout tosses his bat down at the ground and sits down on the curb heavily.]

Ya can't walk out. the town loops around itself somehow. An' now from what I learned, ya can't get out by air, either.

Grady's the chief of police. Goddamn fatass was there when we landed, an' the bastard droned me.

[numanstan.livejournal.com]

[He almost sits down, too, but then wait what?]

Air? Landed?... Y'make a plane or somethin'?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Hot air balloon. Bit easier to build. And it actually worked! Well... the balloon I mean. But ya get up so far, an'.... the town just disappears. It's like bein' stuck out in space. Creep as hell!

[numanstan.livejournal.com]

Disappears?... That's odd. Real odd.

[He looks up at the sky.] I reckon we are in space, then. Wouldn't be weirder than anythin' else that's happened here.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

...maybe we are, man. It was like... we went up in the air, an' all of a sudden the whole town disappears under us. We were floatin' in nothin'. No lights, no sounds, it was creepy as hell. So we let the balloon back down, an' suddenly we're back in the town an' we're runnin' inta trees, then crash-land on a roof. Grady was waitin' fer us. He musta knew the whole time. [Frustrated sigh]

I wonder what'd happen if you started diggin', then?

[numanstan.livejournal.com]

... Aw, I never get to do anythin' fun like that! Bring me along next time you're goin' off into space!

Probably run into mole people or somethin'.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Oh sure thing, man! Me an' the team are cookin' up all sorts of plans. I'll definitely let you know! I know the next plans will go a lot better.

[hoshitkiddyland.livejournal.com]

*Whoa, somebody's angry*

Y'alright there, feller? Y'look like y'could shit a squealin' worm yer so pissed off.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Oh hey look! Is that a police car? SMASHSMASHSMASHSMA-]

...what?! Who the hell are you?!

[hoshitkiddyland.livejournal.com]

*Ellis puts his hands up, trying to show he means no harm*

Whoa, whoa, calm down, man! Name's Ellis.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[OK, this didn't seem like a drone. Scout lowers his bat.]

I-- sorry man, I just -- goddamnit I hate this town. [He leans against the police car, gathering back his composure.]

[hoshitkiddyland.livejournal.com]

*Ellis lowers his hands, grinning a little bit*

Man, who don't? But actin' like this ain't helpin' shit.

This one time, my buddy Keith got real drunk'n went after a cop car with a bat like that. Oh man, th'cop got real pissed a'course'n tasered Keith. First it looked real painful, then I couldn't quit laughin' at him. It's still real funny now!

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[He shakes his head, and smirks.] Ya know? Once, my one brother went after a cop, just about ta punch the guy when another one snuck up behind him an' punched 'im right in tha kidneys! It surprised my bro so much, that he threw his arm back and nailed that one right between the eyes and knocked him clean out. It was friggin' crazy!

[hoshitkiddyland.livejournal.com]

*Holy crap, this guy actually listened to his stories! Ellis laughs*

Holy shit, that's somethin' else! What's yer name, don't think I've seen ya 'round!

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

You can call me Scout. Nice ta meet ya, man. I've only been here for about 3 weeks. Way too friggin' long already. How 'bout you, man?

[hoshitkiddyland.livejournal.com]

Right about three months now.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Seriously? 3 months? Damn... how have you not gone absolutely crazy yet?!

[hoshitkiddyland.livejournal.com]

Well, it's a damn sight better'n dealin' with fuckin' zombies! Plus I still got work as a mechanic.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Zombies? There were zombies where you were? Holy shit dude. Mayfield's no paradise, but at least there ain't no zombies. Yet. From what I hear, this town'll throw all kindsa crazy shit at you.

[hoshitkiddyland.livejournal.com]

Yeah, real live zombies! 'N I can say "live" 'cause they weren't th'livin' dead kind, but the sick people kind!

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Damn man, really? How did you deal wit' that shit? I'd be blowin' off heads left 'n' right, no problem.

[hoshitkiddyland.livejournal.com]

By killin' all sons'a bitches, how else?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[He laughs.] Sounds like a fun job ta me! Mayfield is so borin'. Nothin' fun like that here. My rival company's goons are here an' I can't even fight 'em. It sucks.

[hoshitkiddyland.livejournal.com]

Well, it were fun 'cept fer runnin' inta th'REALLY messed up lookin' zombies! Fuckin' Tanks! They're tall as trees'n it takes forever t'bring 'em down!

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Whoa, how does THAT happen?! Weren't they just people before?

[hoshitkiddyland.livejournal.com]

Yeah, they were! But these ones are like...th'virus mutated'r somethin' like that, I ain't real sure. Y'can tell they used ta be people, though.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Wow, creepy man. Still, beatin' up zombies'd be a nice change of pace than beatin' up on REDs all the time. Not that that ain't fun!

[hoshitkiddyland.livejournal.com]

But then ya'd have ta worry 'bout all th'shit I gotta...like where th'hell all th'food is. Canned crap gets real old, y'know?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Ah yeah, I guess that would suck. Man, if we get outta here, you should BLU! All the fun of kickin' ass, without the zombie plague.

[hoshitkiddyland.livejournal.com]

I ain't gotta clue what BLU is, but I reckon that sounds like a lotta fun!

((Ellis & Scout in: Clash of the Accents. :B))

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Oh! It's tha company I work for. Builder's League United. Basically, I get to beat in skulls an' steal secret crap. Best job in tha world!

NORTH MEETS SOUTH

[hoshitkiddyland.livejournal.com]

I'm jes' a mechanic. Y'make my job sound borin', shit!

Re: NORTH MEETS SOUTH

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

BLU could always use more techies! Man, if we get outta here, you need to come back to BLU HQ! I bet I could getya in there!

[hoshitkiddyland.livejournal.com]

Reckon it'll be a damn sight better'n zombies!

[luminols.livejournal.com]

[the first time she really talks to her husband, he is droned. breakfast mayhem, go?]

You seem... cheerful.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

How could I not be? Suuch a lovely morning in this town with my lovely family. What more could a man ask for?

[bustydefense.livejournal.com]

[Observing the rampage from her flower shop. Yeah, she's tried to stop Scout before, and it usually ended up in shouting. She'll try again... in a moment.]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[He's across the street destroying a police phone box with his bat when he notices the flower shop.

Flowers? Maybe that's not a bad idea. Girls love flowers, right?

He looks around to see if anyone's watching - there are some drones who are pointedly ignoring him - and walks into the shop.]

I um.... I need to send some flowers ta someone.

[bustydefense.livejournal.com]

That shouldn't be hard.

[At least he's calmed down]