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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[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]

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[deflowers.livejournal.com]

You look so much like him-- but you're not, are you?! You're... you're a fucking BLU!

[she's clearly annoyed at being pushed away and crosses her arms angrily.]

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[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Scout sighs and rubs the back of his head. He's starting to look less annoyed and more confused.]

Yeah, lady. I'm with BLU. For a coupla years now. But I ain't ever been with RED, I can tell ya that much. Well, as far as I remember anyway. [short sigh] Look, I... I don't even know WHAT ta think, now. This whole situation just gets weirder an' weirder by tha second.

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[deflowers.livejournal.com]

[She backs up a little.]

...So you're different... And you've always been BLU, huh.

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[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Yeah, 2 years now. Was good work. Great, in fact! But looks like I'm stuck here for now. I hope they have me back once I bust outta here. Anyway, I think I'm just as confused as you are 'bout all this. I've heard this town does some pretty crazy shit so I can't even begin to explain how you know all that about me.

[It just dawned on him that somewhere in her explanation she'd called him a mama's boy! He frowns.]

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[deflowers.livejournal.com]

[AW SCOUT IT'S OKAY TO ADMIT IT]

...because the RED one is just like you. If that's true, then... why? Why do you all fight each other?

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[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Really? I never talked with any RED Scout. That... that has to be the creepiest thing I heard yet. Why do we fight? Rival companies. It's what they hired me to do. That's business, lady.

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[deflowers.livejournal.com]

You guys could be twins. I can't explain it...

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[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

BLU HQ has got a lot of explainin' to do when I get back, that's for damn sure.

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[deflowers.livejournal.com]

You sure you aren't actually a twin? You have a lot of brothers, right?