56th Inning

[freakinblur]

[Open phone call made from the hospital to all. Scout sounds irritated.]

Hey, Mayfield! Ya know what's shittier than I town fulla never-ending zombies? A town fulla never ending zombies on yer birthday. As much as I can go 'round shooting guys in the face all day, a break to go get some drinks would be nice.

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[To anyone hiding out in the hospital today, Scout will be found in the cafeteria, digging some cake out of the fridge for himself. Now if there was only beer.]

Guess will have to do! Wait, what kinda cake is this... Aw man, carrot cake? Not even any chocolate in here?

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[action]

[bye_to_yer_head]

*At least the cafeteria has coffee.*

It's a hospital. What did you expect?

*He's just glad he recognizes Scout, seeing as the only other member of BLU he's met is Pyro, and a Pyro not in uniform is just weird.*

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Scout easily recreated his uniform here, though even after being here so long, he's missing his headset and dogtags still.]

I dunno. Even just regular chocolate cake. [Trying not to sound disappointed here]

[bye_to_yer_head]

Think there's probably more important things t' worry about than cake.

*Awesome first impression Sniper.*

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

I ain't zombies ruin my birthday.

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[hotfrombehind.livejournal.com]

C'mon man, suck it up. Carrot cake isn't the worst you could find.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

I guess. I mean, it coulda been, like, pineapple or something.

[hotfrombehind.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Huh, never had pineapple cake before. I was thinking something more like a fucking fruit cake or whatever. Or a cake that looks normal but tastes like absolute shit.

You even try that yet?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

What, this one? [He looks over the carrot cake with distaste.] Nah, but if it's all I got...

[flowers-suck.livejournal.com]

[After multiple checks that she hadn't been infected, Olivier finally managed to make it into the hospital to requisition some supplies. She pauses at the smell of coffee as she passes the cafeteria. After little to no sleep, coffee would be like being back at Briggs. She dumps the bags of provisions from the general store on a table. She hears a familiar voice behind the counter somewhere. Chocolate?]

I may or may not have brownies. Where's the coffee?

[It seems like a fair enough trade to her.]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Scout's head pops up. He sees the bags, and grins.]

Seriously? Yes! Over there, got some more brewin' right this second.

[flowers-suck.livejournal.com]

[She digs through the bag and pulls out a package of brownies.]

Zombies walk the streets, and you want chocolate?

[She's curious.]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[He looks at her like he's wondering why this is even a question.]

Yeah?

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[un-beau-coquin.livejournal.com]

Bon anniversaire, petit.

I cannot believe I forgot about your birzhday, your mozzer told me about most of your previous ones. I could make you a cake, if you do not like zhe cold leftovers in your 'ands.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[BLECH.]

Ya know what I really want for my birthday? Fer you ta shut up about that shit!

[un-beau-coquin.livejournal.com]

I 'ave never gone into detail about it, but alright.

'Ow old are you now?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Even mentionin' it gives me chills, awright? I don't need details!

Twenty-two now. That's two birthdays I've had in Mayfield. Talk about lame.

[prpl_assistant]

(She managed to salvage a piece of chocolate cake for the Scout, actually. She found it in one of the other cafeteria fridges.)

Here you go, Mr McCann. Happy Birthday. I'm sorry that I can't get you something bigger, but I guess that'll have to wait until after this whole outbreak is over.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[You get an actual smile out of him! Not a smirk or cocky grin.]

Oh dude, sweet! Yer awesome!

[prpl_assistant]

(She smiles back.)

That's no problem at all, Mr McCann. I for one think that you've really grown during your time in Mayfield; you'd make your other team mates proud, even if they're too stubborn to say so.

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[vitalizes.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Kind of tagging strangely here but RED Sniper will be taking RED Scout to the hospital once I get moving on tagging that thread, so I will just assume this is taking place after that, since RED Scout is at the hospital now.]

Freakin' starvin!

[Heads over to the cafeteria, not realizing at all who else may actually be there. Scout's just too hungry to worry about anything else, and even though he should be, I don't know, bringing food to those in pain, he's only concerned about himself.]

Hope dere's somethin' good here. Like anything that ain't fruit or somethin' lame.

['Course, the RED momentarily forgets about his own hunger when he spots who's looking in the fridge.]

Hey, look who it is! The Chucklenut who's real scared'a me. Thanks fer hangin' da phone up. That was real mature, ya know.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Looks back

rolls eyes]

Could ya flap yer gums another time? I'm busy!

[Rummagerummage in the fridge]

[vitalizes.livejournal.com]

Yeah, yeah, as soon as ya stop tryin' ta hog all the food!

[Rushes over to the BLU and attempts to shove him away from the fridge.]

We can settle our differences later, but right now, I'm freakin' hungry. And I ain't gonna let ya eat all dat's in the fridge.

[Phone]

[toothsnort.livejournal.com]

Happy birthday Mr....uh, guy on the phone!

Shooting things is pretty much how I spent my last birthday too!

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[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Thanks, Mr. Other Guy on tha Phone.

Yeah? Were ya like, ya know, intendin' ta do it, or were there zombies 'r somethin'?

[Phone]

[toothsnort.livejournal.com]

Oh no man! I'm Rittz!

It was kinda a surprise, I guess? Like, everyone else had been drinking, and Coach Sellick had an automatic in the back of his car, so we ended up shooting cans of our fence.