14th Inning

[freakinblur]

[Call to the town, filtered to all non-drones. Scout sounds REALLY unhappy, and tired.]


...Guys. Party's postponed. Maybe like tomorrow. 'R Friday. Whatevah. But it will fuckin' happen. Best believe it will.

Agh--! Geez. Can anyone out there set a broken bone? Fuckin' Mayfield.... _{hate this place so goddamn much....} [He starts fading out. The phone is left off the hook.]


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[MOMENTS EARLIER! Scout returns home from work, and realized he missed the morning's mail since he was too distracted by his hot neighbor in her underwear. He opens it to find an envelope with his name on it, containing a piece of paper with this image on it. He doesn't get it at first, but it doesn't take him long to realize his speed and agility have returned.

He's elated! Soon after Scout can be seen speeding across town in a blur, jumping over everything in his way in spectacular fashion. He's laughing, and mocking anyone who gets in his way. It's all well and good until all of a sudden, it just STOPS with no warning.

In the midst of a double-jump over a set of houses, Scout's legs just give out on him. He falls three stories to the ground and lands with a sickening thud. He's lucky he's not dead, but instead he's got a broken right forearm, a couple of cracked ribs, and probably a concussion amongst the mangled face and copious bruises.]

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[queensrules.livejournal.com]

[Have your best friend worst enemy, Scout.

Spy looks down at Scout's mutilated body and nudges him in the ribs with his foot.]

It seems your reckless behavior has finally caught up with you, boy.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[SO MUCH GROANING. And sort of a yelp when he's poked in the broken ribs. But he recognizes that voice.

Still face down on the ground:]

Bite me... rat bastard...

[queensrules.livejournal.com]

Aww, has the little bunny been caught? Truly a shame.

[He crouches at Scout's side and looks oh so smug about the whole thing.]

Perhaps the street is where you belong.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[He turns his face to meet Spy's, practically growling at him.]

Don't think I won't... fuckin' kill you...

[He not-broken arm lashes out and grabs roughly onto Spy's pantleg very suddenly.]

[queensrules.livejournal.com]

[He pulls his cigarette case from his pocket and smacks Scout's hand with it.]

Do not get blood on my clothing, boy. And you would not kill me, much less make the attempt.

oh god, ME DO GRAMMAR GOOD, YEAH? WTF.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[He pushes himself up, slowly, wobbly, and then

he's just back up in a flash, standing over the crouching Spy. Speedy as ever! He tries not to look confused, but like he was trying to do that. Yes. Totally meant that. _{What the fuck is goin' on.}]

Just ya fuckin' try me, rat.

WHO NEEDS GRAMMAR?

[queensrules.livejournal.com]

[Spy looks displeased and yet amused at the same time. As he stands to meet Scout's challenge, he pulls out his cigarette case again.

One puff of smoke later and he's now a RED Scout.]

Ya callin' me out?

Obviously not me, who never uses it.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Oh ho. So it's THAT cigarette case, eh? That's not making him any happier, considering how paranoid he's getting lately.]

Oh, so I can go back ta callin' ya a shapeshiftin' rat again!

It's for squares anyway.

[queensrules.livejournal.com]

[The RED Scout/Spy puts on a mischievous look.]

Oooh, so scary. How's your mom been, pally?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Well, that's it. No words, just gonna punch you in the face. It's fast, but not as fast as it could be, and it's with his off hand as the good one is currently broken.]

[queensrules.livejournal.com]

[Oh no, not this; not again. The disguise is dropped and, having learned from last time, he side steps the punch. But now he's clutching at his own set of bruised and cracked ribs.

Karma.]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[He stumbles past Spy, following the punch. He turns to see Spy back to himself and in pain. Huh?]

The fuck?

[queensrules.livejournal.com]

[He straightens up as best he can and regains some of his composure. He keeps a hand on his side, but it's no longer a death grip.]

You are able to move after all.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Well that's a matter of opinion. He's swaying on his feet, and he's bleeding from several places. But still, he smirks.]

Ya think a stupid fall's gonna stop me, chucklenuts? [Another left hook incoming!]

[queensrules.livejournal.com]

[This time, it gets Spy in the nose and he steps back in a daze. Blood leaks out and he wipes it away with the back of his hand. Even with this pain adding to the pain centered around his ribs, he smirks back.]

Admirable shot.

[Have a right hook back 'atcha.]

Oh god you're going to kill him. It's fantastic.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[He laughs. That was really satisfying. He's been waiting so long to do that! Unfortunately thanks to this and all the pain and the like, he doesn't see the punch coming and you clock him upside the head. He mutters something unintelligable and then falls like a sack of hammers.]

_{...sonofabitch...}

Surprise!

[queensrules.livejournal.com]

[Like before, a cloud of blue smoke covers Spy and he takes on the RED Scout form. However, he had not taken out his disguise kit. It was almost as if the kit had worked on its own.]


Yeah! Ya ain't so tough now, are ya? Youse BLUs'll never win!

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

_{Christ. Knock that shit off already, wiseguy. Ya think.... yer so goddamn clever....}

[He tries to get up. Fails. Tries again. Manages to sit up this time.] You just wait... till this town gives... my goddamn guns back.... goddamn rat.

1/2

[queensrules.livejournal.com]

Rat? Who you callin' a rat?

[The Scout glares then is covered in that blue smoke again.]

2/2

[queensrules.livejournal.com]

[Spy stands there looking dazed, completely not here at the moment.]

☠☠☠☠--

[Then he snaps back to reality and rubs his forehead as if he had a headache.]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[He blinks at you, trying to focus. He's not completely sure if that actually just happened.

Flatly:] …The fuck are ya doin'?

[queensrules.livejournal.com]

[He just stares back as if nothing had ever happened, nope.]

What are you talking about, boy?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Don't ya fuck wit' me. Don't be doin' the RED Scout, 'k? Minatsuki'll rip yer goddamn head off. [He starts getting back on his feet.]

[queensrules.livejournal.com]

I was not doing anything, boy. Perhaps your fall has cracked your skull. And who is Minatsuki?

[Spy'll be nice just this once and offer to help pull him up.]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[He grabs his head.] Fuck. Ugh. Maybe. [So much blunt head trauma today! He has no idea what's going on and will let Spy help him up, barely realizing it's happening.]

Minatsuki. Her 'n' RED Scout. They're a thing. Were a thing. He's droned again. She's prob'ly gonna stab me.