27th Inning

[freakinblur]

[Zip! Zoom! What is that blue blur? Naturally, it's Scout! And today he's even faster and more energetic than ever, if that's even possible. He's laughing wildly, almost maniacally, jumping from rooftop to car to tree and keeps going.]

Un-freakin'-touchable!

[That's because he got sent a certain atomic soda sent after they got back from Soviet Mayfield. 24 cans of caffeinated bliss! Of course, he should be rationing his supply, but after depriving a caffeine junkie for so long, only so much restraint can be shown.

So, Mayfield, be treated to a happy blue blur today. He's running past your windows, denting your cars, rattling your trees, even running right through your house if you leave the door open for more than a second. And of course, mocking you as he zooms past.

Later he can be found in the park, exhausted but still happy. Wearing himself out, he's asleep under a tree, his usual smirk still on his face.]

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[pinkplumblossom.livejournal.com]

[Holds down her qipao from blowing up with her one good arm as he zooms by.]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Oh hay thar Taiwan lookin' good. He wolf whistles as he runs past.]

[muertederojo.livejournal.com]

Wonderful. A show off.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[At the sound of a voice, Scout pops open an eye. Short naps are something he got used to working for BLU.]

You got it, pally.

[muertederojo.livejournal.com]

It's a bad way to over exert yourself, you know.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Stretches, adjusts his own hat.] That's nothin'. Do it all the time. All part 'a my job!

[relaxiamadoctor.livejournal.com]

[Fran wanders up, stitches and bolts now returned]

"Oh hello Scout~ Have you seen my father?"

[She goes on to describe, not BLU Spy, but a vague description of Professor Madaraki, no face details though]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Eyes flutter open.]

Oh hey Fran. Wait, ain't yer dad here-- whoa holy shit, what happened to you?!

[relaxiamadoctor.livejournal.com]

Hmmm? Oh, I seem to have gotten my arms back after that incident in the factory~

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Naw, I mean, ya got -- in yer head-- man how fucked up did ya get over there?

[aknifeandabeer.livejournal.com]

[Just standing on his porch, obliviously up-ending the bottle of vodka.

You might as well have painted a target on him...]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[OH HO HO HO YES. With a flash of blue and some familiar obnoxious laughter, the bottle of vodka disappears from Finland's hand.]

[aknifeandabeer.livejournal.com]

[Oh for the love of-

Finland, having suddenly found himself vodka-less, has now whipped out his knife and is on a Scout hunt. He's never mounted a human head on his wall before, but he sure looks mad enough to do it...]

[bustydefense.livejournal.com]

[Better watch what you break at 1448 Mitchell, Scout, or there will be no coffee for you]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[N-no, precious caffeine!

Scout zooms by your window, and a flowerpot on you window sill almost topples over, but he omes back *just* in time to catch it. He has to jump halfway through the window to get it. He grins at you, still holding it.]

'Sup Mia!

[bustydefense.livejournal.com]

[Yeah that eyebrow's raised because she saw what you were doing there Scout]

Good morning.

[thenorthernwall]

[If he crosses the rooftop at 1767 Beaver Street, he can stop and have a cup of coffee with Olivier! She's hiding from gleeful Dist.]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Everyone just knows the way to Scout's heart, don't they? Smelling coffee, he skids down the roof and pops his head at the kitchen window.]

Ya saved some fer me right?

[thenorthernwall]

As usual, there's enough for a guest. The front door's unlocked.

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

[Having her morning coffee when BLUE BLUR THROUGH THE KITCHEN. Awesome!]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Blue blur skids to a halt, and backs around. He smelled coffee!

Stops, looks around and sees Margot. This is the first time he's seen her since she got back! Stupid Soviet Mayfield getting in the way.]

'Sup kid! Wait, can I even call ya that anymore?

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

No.

[Semi-awake glaring at him.]

Why are you in my kitchen?

[shoulda-toined.livejournal.com]

(Have a Marilyn Monroe--or, rather, Bugs dressed as one--doing the famous "holding down dress" pose as you pass.)

Kyaa~~!

ok I just about died reading this, ahahaha. XD

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Scout skids to a halt - who was that? He turns around and....

Ok, just...what?

Blinkblink]

[shoulda-toined.livejournal.com]

(Smoothing down his dress and munching on a carrot.)

Wassa matta, nevah seen a rabbit wearin' a dress before?