Bottom of the 20th Inning
May. 7th, 2010 01:17 pmWake up, sleepy head! You can't spend the whole day in bed.
[Scout's eyes fluttered open. The first thing he did was take in a sharp breath, deeply, in and out. It was the first time in 3 days he could breathe without immense pain. He savored it.
He sat up. There was a different drone wife in the house now. She was opening the curtains to show another beautiful spring day in Mayfield. The drone of Ema had been replaced. He saw a wedding photo of them on the nightstand next to him. It had changed, too. He turned it over.
He sat there for a moment, slowly rubbing his forehead, trying to think straight. He noticed the burn on his arm was gone as well.]
What's wrong, honey? You look like you've had a bad dream.
....yeah. Guess I did.
Well it's over now, so relax. I'll go start on breakfast.
[Off she traipsed to the kitchen. Scout still sat in the empty bedroom.
He's died before. He's died countless times in his service for BLU, resurrected and shipped back out into the battle field without even a thought. All in a day's work. He's even died in Mayfield, back on his feet good as new the next day.
Why did THIS time bother him?]
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[Call to all non-drones.]
... has anyone else come back? The people in Westport? Shit...
The Milkman. He was there. He was there, and he was fine, that bastard.
[Scout's eyes fluttered open. The first thing he did was take in a sharp breath, deeply, in and out. It was the first time in 3 days he could breathe without immense pain. He savored it.
He sat up. There was a different drone wife in the house now. She was opening the curtains to show another beautiful spring day in Mayfield. The drone of Ema had been replaced. He saw a wedding photo of them on the nightstand next to him. It had changed, too. He turned it over.
He sat there for a moment, slowly rubbing his forehead, trying to think straight. He noticed the burn on his arm was gone as well.]
What's wrong, honey? You look like you've had a bad dream.
....yeah. Guess I did.
Well it's over now, so relax. I'll go start on breakfast.
[Off she traipsed to the kitchen. Scout still sat in the empty bedroom.
He's died before. He's died countless times in his service for BLU, resurrected and shipped back out into the battle field without even a thought. All in a day's work. He's even died in Mayfield, back on his feet good as new the next day.
Why did THIS time bother him?]
----
[Call to all non-drones.]
... has anyone else come back? The people in Westport? Shit...
The Milkman. He was there. He was there, and he was fine, that bastard.
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Date: 2010-05-08 02:35 am (UTC)We know what they'll throw at us, it means we can stop it.
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Date: 2010-05-08 02:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-08 02:44 am (UTC)As for clues. I'll rely on you and Spy for the information gathering. How long do you need to recover?
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Date: 2010-05-08 02:56 am (UTC)Oh, THAT guy. What a moron.
.... hey, I'm fine. Respawned fit as a fiddle. We ain't got time ta waste, man.
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Date: 2010-05-08 03:08 am (UTC)I am glad to see you haven't gone soft on me.
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Date: 2010-05-08 03:12 am (UTC)yeah he's a little shaken up this time around, what being in agony for nearly 4 days and all and seeing some freaky shit]...'Course not, pally! Not a chance. If I give up, this town don't ever stand a chance.
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Date: 2010-05-08 03:42 am (UTC)What? Really? Who gave Sniper the goofy pills?Who else was going to get the job done anyways if not BLU?]Good. I know Masimo was searching around and might have found something. BLU Spy was checking on the REDs. A man named Mr. Crane is setting something up, I am attending but can bring a friend if I call ahead. I was a little busy putting down threats.
That's about all I have for now mate. Hopefully it's a start.
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Date: 2010-05-08 03:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-08 04:14 am (UTC)Or we make a place ourselves and just announce it to the others.
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Date: 2010-05-08 04:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-08 04:56 am (UTC)