57th Inning
Oct. 30th, 2011 12:38 am[Scout. Tuxedo. Cape. It's on, Mayfield.
He's got the cape over his face Lugosi-style and he's coming your way. Or is outside your window, maybe. OR SUDDENLY BEHIND YOU, LE GASP!]
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Uh, hey. 'Sup.
He's got the cape over his face Lugosi-style and he's coming your way. Or is outside your window, maybe. OR SUDDENLY BEHIND YOU, LE GASP!]
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Uh, hey. 'Sup.
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Date: 2011-10-30 06:17 am (UTC)*He actually lowers his gun.*
You look roight ridiculous Scout.
*Sorry, you're not a real intimidating vampire.*
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Date: 2011-10-30 04:57 pm (UTC)[He swirls the cape back dramatically, and proceeds to walk with his arms extended.]
I wish I could knock this shit off, though.
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Date: 2011-10-30 07:10 pm (UTC)An' where exactly are you goin? Because it's taken you 10 minutes jus' to get off the sidewalk.
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Date: 2011-10-31 04:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-31 10:52 pm (UTC)*He's fighting down a smirk but... this is just too good.*
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Date: 2011-11-01 02:21 pm (UTC)[Slowly... sloooooowly....]
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Date: 2011-11-01 07:14 pm (UTC)*He disappears over the line of the roof and comes back few minutes later with a beer. Time to sit on the edge of his roof and wait for Scout to get to him so he can be menaced. He glances at his watch and takes a swig of his drink. He's got plenty of time.*