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.]

Comments

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Sprintin', battin' in heads, stealin' yer secret crap... I'm a man of many talents.

[muertederojo.livejournal.com]

...Interesting. If it makes you happy, that's all that matters.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Excatly, man. [Scout stands up and stretches a bit more. He was feeling great.] I'd be a lot happier once I got outta here an' get back to doin' it for money.

[muertederojo.livejournal.com]

It seems like most people want to leave from here.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

'Course! Like I wanna sit around an' wait fer this town to find new and excitin' ways ta torture us? No thanks, pally. I got a job and a life ta get back to!

[muertederojo.livejournal.com]

This town has been just fine for me, personally. The citizens here, on the other hand, are getting more unstable by the day.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well, most people don't like bein' held prisoner an' tortured on a regular basis. How the hell could ya possibly like it here?

[muertederojo.livejournal.com]

I rather like the option of living here than living back home.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Is it that bad? Seriously?

[muertederojo.livejournal.com]

Yes. It is. Would you want to return to a home where you're locked up? Unable to do your... batting or sprinting.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Ah, yer in prison? Well, I guess this place is a bit more spacious an' has better food than an actual prison.

Ain't they got baseball where yer from either?

[muertederojo.livejournal.com]

I was once in prison. Assuming if the rest of the people from my world go back as well, I'll be sitting in my old cell once again.

I don't believe so.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Well then, I'll just have ta include you in the list 'a people ta send back ta my world! So ya got people from yer world here too? Who?

[muertederojo.livejournal.com]

There's one person from my world in which most people know here at Mayfield. Olivier Armstrong.

Of course there are others such as Edward Elric, and his brother Alponse. Winry Rockbell... and a few old friends from the military.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[It's a good thing Scout never got your name from his Amestrian pals, Kimbley. Then again, you did say you were a prisoner.]

Oh yeah? They're some good folks. They know they got a prisoner on the loose here? [Smirk]

[muertederojo.livejournal.com]

They know I'm here well enough. They've been keeping track.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Fair enough, pally. I won't rat ya out. What's yer name, anyway? [Mostly he's wondering if any of his Amerstrian bros ever mentioned you to him.]

[muertederojo.livejournal.com]

I don't care if you do rat me out. I can hold my own.

You can call me Kimbley.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[That name's familiar. Scout thinks for a second --

There was that phonecall. One from Mustang warning people about a Kimbley.

And Kimbley himself talking about mutilating the Major General. By the time Scout got to Olivier, she had been droned.

Scout narrows his eyes at you, and reflexively reaches for his gun in his bag, but stops once he remembers he's in a public place. Instead he gives you a nasty smirk.]

I remember that name. Boy, ain't you lucky yer there's like, kids 'n all around, or I woulda just blasted her face all over tha landscape.

[muertederojo.livejournal.com]

That would have been exciting, wouldn't it? Too bad you don't have the guts to do it. I assume you're friends with the Major General as well?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Scout leans in, trying to stare Kimbley down.]

Oh I got plenty 'a guts, pally, with some to spare. But blowin' yer face off in the middle 'a the park ain't gonna get me much, now is it? An' yeah, I happen ta be pretty good friends with her. So add another name to the list of people who'll be keepin' an eye on you, ya got me?

[muertederojo.livejournal.com]

I will keep that in mind then.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Good! Glad we could get along so great. Now if you'll excuse me, I got some more laps ta run, an' you can go about doin' whatever it is ya do. But if I hear you so much as look at one 'a my friends the wrong way, it's on pally. Ya got me?

[muertederojo.livejournal.com]

Yes of course.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Scout nods.] So's long as we're clear.

[With that, Scout is off once again! At least this time your hat stays put.]