First Inning

[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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[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Naw, I'm pretty certain I've never been here before, wherever this is. And I'm pretty sure I'd remember you. [smirk] Last place I was, was afar cry from this place. This place is givin' me the creeps BIG time.

[deflowers.livejournal.com]

That's what happens here, okay?! They take people and when they come back they don't remember--

I can prove that I know who you are! And how else would I know unless you've been here before?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

OK, OK! Look, I obviously have NO idea what is goin' on here. And from what I've seen at this house, it looks like someone thought I shoulda been here. So go ahead, show me your proof. I'm gettin' curious.

[deflowers.livejournal.com]

Your name is Scout. You're a mercenary and you fuck the other team up with a bat and a scatter gun. You're from Boston and you have a shitload of siblings and you're a mommy's boy and you act like you're on speed half the time. You really like caffeine. And the rest of your team treats you like a little brother.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[stunned silence] I... well crap. This is gettin' weirder by tha second. So, uh, how do I know you?

[deflowers.livejournal.com]

[LOOOOONG PAUSE]

I'm your girlfriend.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[another long pause, before Scout breaks out laughing] OK SERIOUSLY. WOW. That's a good one! You... ok you ARE serious. Um. Well.

This is getting wicked crazy.

[deflowers.livejournal.com]

[LMAO this. thread.]

Yeah, yeah-- ah-- shit, I thought you'd be a drone forever...

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Drone? Look, you're gonna have to start at the beginnin' I guess. Cuz I am still way confused about all this waking-up-in-a-strange-place-with-strange-clothes-and-all-my-shit-gone thing.

_{[[ooc this is an AWESOME start, lawwwwl. XD BTW I'm reading the manga your character is from right now~]]}

[deflowers.livejournal.com]

...Well. Let's meet somewhere and I'll explain it?

[ooc; WHEN SHE LEARNS THE TRUTH it'll be so so funny |D and enjoy it!

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that's probably a good idea. I'm uh, I'm at... hang on. [puts the phone down. He attempts to run off but succeeds instead in tripping and cursing. He picks back up a few minutes later] I'm apparently at 1451 Mitchell Road.

[[man even I'm not sure how this is going on, curse you TF2 and your lack of canon. XD]]

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[deflowers.livejournal.com]

I'll be right there!

[She pretty much runs over to his house. She really missed ()Scout.]

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[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Well, he'll be there, pacing on the porch and looking super-irritated. I imagine that while he looks pretty much the same, there's gotta be something about him that doesn't seem quite right.]

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[deflowers.livejournal.com]

[She looks so happy to see him! She actually... runs up and hugs him.]

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[deflowers.livejournal.com]

[When she pulls back, though?

Yeah, something's not right at all, and she stares, wondering what it... what it...]

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[deflowers.livejournal.com]

[aaaaaand it clicks]

BLU!

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[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Is surprised by, but not one to turn down a surprise hug from a cute girl, that's for damned sure.]

[Looks back at her, tilts his head]


Uh, yeah?

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[deflowers.livejournal.com]

[it's kind of scary how alike his face is, but this is a Scout and that is VERY NOT RIGHT]

Why are you wearing that color?!

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[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Looks down at his shirt] What, this? Well it ain't my usual clothes, but at least they got the color right, huh? But I mean, a friggin' golf shirt and pants? So friggin' lame! I gotta get my stuff back. 'Specially my hat.

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[deflowers.livejournal.com]

The color... right-?! Take it off! You're supposed to be wearing red--

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[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

What?! No freakin' way! I'm a loyal BLU member. Everything else around here might be crazy but THAT I know! And it looks like there's some REDs around here. They're already tryin' ta start crap wit me.

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[deflowers.livejournal.com]

B-but it isn't right! Loyal-- loyal to BLU?!

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[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Uhhhh yeah? And I'm freakin' glad too since there seems to be a buncha REDs 'round here in thorough need of an ass-kickin' ASAP.

.... as soon as I get my weapons back, that is. MAN does that have me pissed off!

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[deflowers.livejournal.com]

How could you?!

[have her trying to tackle him in response. but she's a teenaged girl, so. she's not all that strong.]

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[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Scout's not exactly strong, but he's quick enough to catch her wrists]

WHOA NOW! How could I what? are you with RED too or somethin'?! Look, this freaktown has enough problems, the last thing I wanna deal with is a buncha annoying-ass REDs too. I will gladly deal with alla you once I figure out what is goin' on around here. I don't know how you know all that stuff about me. I don't like to admit it, but I am totally frickin' clueless right now, and I don't need this makin' it worse, OK? [lets go of her wrists with a light shove]