14th Inning

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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.]

Comments

[threelimiters.livejournal.com]

[Hakkai's what-the-fuck-do-you-think look should be enough of an answer.]

Don't move. What in the world happened here?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

OK. Well. [He counts with his fingers, wobbling. His right arm is in a sling.] First I fell off a house after... runnin' at a hundred miles an hour. Um. Then Solly's fat ass fell on me. Then...the neighbor lady in her underwear...chased me wit' a chainsaw. Then Spy... punched me in tha head. Then tha Major fuckin' grabbed me, I think she's... _{goin' nuts 'r somethin'...}

[He flops over on the porch and coughs. There's blood involved.] _{I tol' her just ta get my pistol. Just finish me off... 'n let me respawn...}

[threelimiters.livejournal.com]

Sounds like you've had quite a day!

Well, what you do now is up to you.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Yer fuckin' right about that, pally. [Coughcough.] I've had worse though. Not... in awhile.

But, if ya were me...[Coughcoughwheezecough]_{...rather be in a hospital wit' drone doctors... 'r just die 'n' respawn tomorrah?}

[threelimiters.livejournal.com]

Personally? I'm not interested in dying.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Just continues to lie there and occasionally cough.] _{Ain't so bad. Happens all tha time. Part... 'a tha job. But...you know .... what really sucks?} Fuckin' dyin' slowly. _Jesus.

[threelimiters.livejournal.com]

So? Do you want to die, or shall I take you to the hospital?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

No! No.... goddamn drone...doctors. Screw that.

[threelimiters.livejournal.com]

Not all the doctors and nurses are drones.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Great. Awesome. Know where I... can find a non-drone doc... before I'm dead? [This'll probably be pretty soon anyway. He would have been ok until that Armstrong-brand hug put several holes in his lungs.]

[threelimiters.livejournal.com]

[Hakkai has now lost patience, and motions for Jeep to transform.]

I'm going to lift you into Jeep, now. It'll probably hurt a lot, but it'll be easier to get you to the hospital this way.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[He's pretty much out of energy to resist it at this point. With some medical treatment, he'll probably be okay after awhile. But left alone... definitely not.

Luckily for Hakkai, Scout weighs practically nothing.]

Ow. Jesus. OW. Aw Christ. This is just... goddamn embarrassing.

[threelimiters.livejournal.com]

Death is rarely elegant or proud. It's often quiet and degrading.

[Hakkai hops into the driver's seat and pats the dashboard before speaking to it]

The hospital, okay?