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]

[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.

[queensrules.livejournal.com]

[He gets the battered Scout back on his feet and acts as a support to keep him standing.]

Unless she's an idiot or colorblind, I don't see why she would stab you. Now, where do you live, boy? As much as I would like to, I cannot just leave you here.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Not stupid. Just fucked up.

Um. On Mitchell. Near Engie. Shit, where are tha medikits 'round here..?

[queensrules.livejournal.com]

You should be used to that. The majority of our team is 'fucked up'.

Don't be an idiot, you know there are none around here. Unless you want to visit the RED Medic and have him experiment on you?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[He grabs the side of his head. Oh god so dizzy.] Oh right. What? I don't want no RED Doc, screw that. Wait, did you fuckin' hit me?

[queensrules.livejournal.com]

You threw the first punch and I responded.

[He points to his face where the blood from his nose has dried in a streak from nostrils to chin.]

You are lucky I did not cut you.

They're having such a broment. I'm amused greatly.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[He frowns at Spy. And squints.] Shit, pally. I'm gonna bust yer head in fer that later. Once I stop seeing double. Christ.

So am I. Rare moment is rare.

[queensrules.livejournal.com]

Ha! I'd like to see you try, boy.

[He helps drag/walk Scout over to the side of the road then dumps him on the sidewalk. Such a nice guy.]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Oh look, it's Scout's old friend, the cold hard ground. Well, at least he's not just lying on someone's lawn anymore. He mutters some curses at you.]

[queensrules.livejournal.com]

Well ☠☠☠☠ to you, ☠☠☠☠ brat-- Ey-hey, you best stay down there, pally or I'll--

[There it was again, a sudden voice change. Again Spy seems out of it before coming back to reality with that headache feeling.]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[He sits up.] "☠☠☠☠ to you, ☠☠☠☠"? ...you been hangin' out with Captain Rummy?

[queensrules.livejournal.com]

What and who are you talking about, boy?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

OK, I mighta hit my head but that doesn't mean I can't tell when yer screwin' wit' me. What the hell, tha town messin' around wit' you, too?