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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[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?

[queensrules.livejournal.com]

I don't know what you're talking about. Although you are not one to make sense to begin with….

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[He throws his hands up in frustration. Well sort of. As best as can at the moment.]

The fuck, pal, yer spy gadget shit short-circuit an' take yer brain out with it?!

[queensrules.livejournal.com]

[For once, Spy actually listens to what he says and considers it as he takes the case back out.]

How did you gain your speed back?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Got this thing in tha mail. An envelope. When I opened it up, I got my speed back. It worked fine for like, 10 minutes, an' then just as I was about ta jump, fuckin' legs just stopped workin'. Goddamnit do I hate this town.

Yer spy crap come in tha mail?

[queensrules.livejournal.com]

Indeed. This town knows how to play on emotion and desire. An admirable trait. Perhaps I'll take notes just in case there needs to be an … interrogation.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Ya got that right. Shit. Ya can't trust anythin' that goes on in this town.

[queensrules.livejournal.com]

What of the others? Have the laborer and bushman received anything?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[He thinks on it a moment.] Haven't heard from Envied so I dunno. But now that ya mention it, Snipes said he got some pills in tha mail. Dumb bastard took 'em too, can't called me up cryin' about how they made him sick.

[queensrules.livejournal.com]

That idiot. Even here he cannot help but further kill himself. I can only hope he actually dies this time. If the laborer received nothing, then he is lucky.

my phone changed "Engie" to "Envied" :I

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Yeah man, can't believe he took somethin' Mayfield sent him in tha goddamn mail.

|D

[queensrules.livejournal.com]

…Your stupidity never ceases to amaze.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

What?! Hey, screw you, pally! All I got was a freakin' envelope with a picture in it! Like I knew what the hell it was!

[He reaches into his back pocket and throws the now crumpled envelope at Spy. Inside is the image linked above.]

[queensrules.livejournal.com]

[Spy catches the envelope, unfurls it and takes out the picture with a scoff.]

How could you not? It is close enough to what you do; scampering like a frightened hare and swinging your bat around.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Oh come on! Like I knew what--

[He stands up to get in Spy's face, but he does it too quickly, gets dizzy and stumbles. He grabs his head.] Damnit. Just shut up already.

[queensrules.livejournal.com]

N' what're ya gonna do about it, pal--

[Spy puts a hand over his mouth and clears his throat.]

Truly this town is nothing but a mind game. Perhaps you should check over your plans.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Yeah, startin' ta get that idea. 'S hard ta plan against somethin' ya can't even see, though. I think that's why we need ta get inta the police station 'n' city hall. Gotta be hidin' crap in there.