First Inning
Feb. 10th, 2010 08:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
freakinblur[Scout never gets much sleep. Between late-night recon missions for BLU and all those energy drinks, he's usually on the run 24/7, it seems. Not that he minds; giving those REDs hell is WAY more fun than sleeping.
Deciding that a nap was needed after a successful grab of RED intelligence, Scout turns in at the BLU barracks and flops down on a cot. Maybe he can catch an hour or two...
Suddenly, he's feeling much more comfortable. He doesn't remember the cots being being so warm and cozy before! He rolled over to check the clock: 6:58AM. He could probably get away with sleeping for a few more...
Wait a sec. The BLU bunker doesn't have an alarm clock.
He shoots up in bed. This place is completely unfamiliar. Combat instincts kick in immediately, and Scout is up on his feet like a shot.
...or at least he should be. Instead of his usual precision moves, Scout gets tangled in his sheets and falls flat on his face, making a lot of noise and letting out a few expletives for good measure. THAT has never happened before.
What the freakin' HELL, he thinks. Scout's eye catches a portrait on the wall. This is only getting weirder by the second. There's a lovely black & white photo of him posing with his arm around a pretty young lady about his age, and two teenage girls. They're all smiling. It's like some kind of family portrait, but Scout has never seen these women in his life.
This ain't right. What the frick is goin' on?! Scout spies a phone on an end table. Who should he call? The cops? No thanks. He picks up the receiver...
[your voice mail is greeted with a loud, angry Bostonian early in the morning!]
Ok, this BETTER be some kind of joke, or I swear ta god ... someone's skull WILL be batted in for this!
I wake up in some house makin' it look like I shoulda been living here with some broads? I don't even know these people! An' who took all my clothes and stuff? Did someone strip me or somethin'? Are these... are these golf pants I'm wearing?! OK THIS IS SERIOUSLY NOT FUNNY. [fumbling noises are heard in the background] And where the hell is my hat?!
I just... I... someone better explain ta me what is goin' on, or I SWEAR I will start bustin' tha heads of everyone I see until I figure out who pulled this shit! [phone is slammed down]
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Date: 2010-02-11 03:32 am (UTC)....
It also enjoys making strange thigs happen at least once a month.
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Date: 2010-02-11 04:13 am (UTC)Sometimes they return things to you. We don't know why....or when.
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Date: 2010-02-11 04:32 am (UTC)[fake father you are intersting indeed]
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Date: 2010-02-12 10:17 pm (UTC)I am.
Neet the Scout, who thinks he is a friggin' genious.
Date: 2010-02-12 10:37 pm (UTC)Oh Scout....
Date: 2010-02-12 10:46 pm (UTC)Re: Oh Scout....
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