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

[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!