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[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.]

Date: 2010-04-15 03:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] freakinblur.livejournal.com
[GLARE. NOW THOSE RIBS ARE MOST DEFINITELY BROKEN, THANK YOU VERY MUCH.]

Get the fuck outta my house, Solly.

Date: 2010-04-15 05:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] unless-itsafarm.livejournal.com
I DIDN'T WANT TO BE IN YOUR FRUITY LITTLE HOUSE ANYWAYS!

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