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[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 01:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] unless-itsafarm.livejournal.com
Ah ha... ah ha ha ha... HA HA HA HA!

2/2

Date: 2010-02-11 01:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] unless-itsafarm.livejournal.com
YOU'VE GOT THREE SECONDS TO STATE YOUR ALLEGIANCE, BOY, OR I WILL STOMP A MUDHOLE IN YOUR PIMPLE-RIDDEN FACE, MAGGOT!

Date: 2010-02-11 01:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] muffled-noises.livejournal.com
...

I'll just ask it now...RED or BLU?

Date: 2010-02-11 01:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com
[There is a small girl standing behind you]

Who are you?

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Date: 2010-02-11 01:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] freakinblur.livejournal.com
Oh you think this is funny? You got somethin' to do wit this?

That'd be BLU. Ya got a problem wit that?

Date: 2010-02-11 01:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] freakinblur.livejournal.com
That'd be BLU and I hope there ain't a problem with that, right? [suspicious glare]

Date: 2010-02-11 02:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] freakinblur.livejournal.com
[Scout practically jumps out of his skin]

WHA-?! Jeez, now is NOT that time for that! And I'm the one asking the questions around here! *points at the portrait on the wall* WHO are YOU?

Date: 2010-02-11 02:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com
[be prepared. That will happen, A LOT

He will get a calm and quiet and creepy voice replying]

My name is Ai.

Date: 2010-02-11 02:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deflowers.livejournal.com
[oh... god. that voice-- oh shit, it can't be, it's--]

S... Scout-!

Date: 2010-02-11 02:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] freakinblur.livejournal.com
Your name is "I"? What the heck kinda name is that? Well anyway. What are we doin' in this portrait together? I'm pretty damn sure I've never even met you.

Date: 2010-02-11 02:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] freakinblur.livejournal.com
Yeah? Do I know you?

Date: 2010-02-11 02:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deflowers.livejournal.com
It's Minatsuki, you fuck!! Where the hell are you?!

Date: 2010-02-11 02:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] freakinblur.livejournal.com
Mina-whata? Lady, you're obviously confused. Unless there is something REALLY weird goin' on around here. I randomly wake up here, all my shit is gone and people know my name?! Do YOU have an clue what kinda sick joke this is?

Date: 2010-02-11 02:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com
Ai. A-I

[Looks over at the picture, then back]

The town. It does things like this.



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Date: 2010-02-11 02:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deflowers.livejournal.com
...you don't remember--

Date: 2010-02-11 02:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deflowers.livejournal.com
[HELLO WORST NIGHTMARE COME TRUE but she's trying to keep calm]

You've... you've been here before. Yeah, it's a sick joke...

Date: 2010-02-11 02:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] freakinblur.livejournal.com
[flat look] What? The TOWN? [Looks out the window at the idyllic neighborhood] What town is this? I don't recognize it. How does a TOWN do somethin' like this?!

Date: 2010-02-11 02:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com
It's Mayfield. We were all kidnapped and brought here.

It is impossible to leave.

Date: 2010-02-11 02:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 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.

Date: 2010-02-11 02:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 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?

Date: 2010-02-11 02:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] freakinblur.livejournal.com
..........WHAT. "Impossible to leave?!" "Kidnapped?" That... no THAT is impossible. I don't know what kinda nonsense this is, but I gotta job to get back to, pally. I can't sit around here playing big brother to a fake family or whatever.

You don't have something to do with this, do ya? Cuz if I find these kidnappers, heads are gonna freakin' roll! [Scout starts rummaging around, looking for his baseball bat.]

Date: 2010-02-11 02:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 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.

Date: 2010-02-11 02:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com
No, I have been taken from my duties as well.

[She's curious]

If you are looking for your belongings they were taken as well.

Date: 2010-02-11 02:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] muffled-noises.livejournal.com
Well, looks like a barbecue's on tonight.

Date: 2010-02-11 02:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 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.
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