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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[thenorthernwall]

[Olivier follows them both, her expression strangely going from somber to angry as her side-effect subsides. She can parse out that Scout is injured, and from her presence and what pieces she knows clearly, she is certain she had something to do with it. There's the slightest bit of femininity hiding inside her, and she gently elbows in, taking Scout from Crane and helping him to a fine resting place.

Now, she has a plan. She's sure Scout will approve.]

It's my fault, Mr. Crane. I'll watch over him. I do have some experience with field medicine.

[passes-out.livejournal.com]

[He allowed Olivier to take his place and nodded. It seemed strange to him at first until he noticed that her demeanor has returned to normal and backed away.]

Yes, I suppose it is for that best that you tend to him. He seems to know you better than me, it appears. I must return home. It is getting late and thank you for your relief, General.

[He didn't want to barge in any more than he already has and the reality has set in that Scout needed much more than he could offer. He only hoped that Scout would survive the night though the extent of the injuries were far harder to tell without the right tools which he didn't have. He took another look over his shoulder and gave a nod before he left the house, leaving Scout in Olivier's care.]

[thenorthernwall]

[She waits until Crane is gone, then crouches near Scout. She's examining his wounds, calculating a rough estimate on recovery time... and making sure no one else is around. She speaks in hushed tones, with gravity and conviction.]

Scout. It would be faster to do this the other way, wouldn't it?

[In one hand, she's holding the pistol Crane retrieved. The other rests on her sword. Both of these are out of Scout's immediate view.]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Scout's now lying on the couch, staring at the ceiling. He's sort of fed up with life, the universe and everything right now. For the first time since he got here, at least for the moment, Mayfield has finally managed to sink his usually boundless confidence.

He's not exactly thrilled with Olivier at the moment either.]


Whatever. I don't care. Goddamnit I.... hate this place.

She can't make the call. I tried. ._.

[thenorthernwall]

[...She's not exactly thrilled with him, suddenly. Maybe she'd felt apologetic, or obligated, but now she's just pissed.]

Pull it together and make a decision, Scout. You lay here and recover normally, or you let me do the mercy strike. I'm a soldier, but I'm also human; I have a conscience, and I won't kill you if you don't ask for the service.

You can repay me in kind when you're up and moving again. So decide.

it's fine, he's just being a pouty kid atm

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[He sits up painfully and looks her square in the eyes, sternly.]

Awright. Fine. Let's do this. Get it over with.

oh god, her first kill in mayfield is SCOUT.

[thenorthernwall]

[She locks gaze with him, acknowledging it, and raises the gun. She knows the most lethal point and distance, and she's got this all figured out.]

You'll have a mess to clean up.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Whatevah. Just... let Ai know what happened, awright? She's... somethin's up wit' her, I don't want her gettin' all freaked out.

[He waits, keeping his eyes locked on hers.]

[thenorthernwall]

I'll let her know you're fine.

[And with that, Olivier delivers a sharp blow to Scout's neck with the pommel of her sword, rendering him unconscious; she immediately follows that with a single, point-blank shot to the head.

He slumps, and she catches him. Her gaze is businesslike, unapologetic. Even though she "knows" he will be back, it's difficult to shake the finality of death. It isn't fearsome, but it does give her a moment's pause.

Once she's certain he's gone, she eases him back and covers his upper body with her jacket. She'll guard the body and handle any situations that arise from it.]