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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[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

[Laughing.] So why are you in such a good mood today?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Well, we're outta that stinkin' commie hellhole, I'm all in one piece, an' a case 'a this showed up on my doorstep today.

[Out of his bag comes a can of Bonk, and tosses it to Margot. A blue can, of course.] Man, did I ever miss that stuff! (http://tf2wiki.net/wiki/Bonk!_Atomic_Punch) ()

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

[Margot catches it and turns the can over in her hands.] Oh, hey. That's right, huh? They sent us those letters and shit.

[Totally hasn't opened hers yet, ahaha.]

So it makes you go even faster or something?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Makes me practically invincible! Faster that lightin'!

They send you anythin' yet?

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I just haven't opened it yet. Kind of forgot, heh.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Well what 'r ya waitin' for? Ain't the suspense gettin' to ya?

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

[She picks up the letter addressed to herself from off the kitchen table and looks at it hesitatingly.]

I guess I could just... Nothing's been wrong with what you got back, right?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Hmmm... not since the time when everyone's went screwy. Why, you expectin' somethin' bad?

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

Nah. You just never know.

[She tears the envelope open and pulls out the slip of paper inside. On it is drawn an eye.

There's a split second where Margot stares at it before her face contorts into a grimace.]

Oh, you've got to be fucking -- Ah!

[She doubles over, clutching the right side of her face as scars appear on her skin. Yay?]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Scout jumps to his feet.] What the crap, kid?! What they just do ta you?!

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

I'm fine, I'm fine! [Shoos him away with a shake of her free hand.]

Shit. Of course they would... [A hand roves over the right side of her face, the eyelid sealed shut with scar tissue. She'll hide it quickly with her hair if she can.]

Old wounds. S'fine.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[yeah, nice try.]

What the crap is all that?! Looks like someone gotcha good there.

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

That's what happens when you save pretty girls.

[Margot scoffs, sitting back down as if nothing happened and keeping the hair over that side of her face.]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

...Pretty girls? [Raised eyebrow] That so? Better 'a been worth it fer some damage like that. Can I ask how tha hell ya managed ta do that?

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

She was in trouble. There was a giant monster. I got between them. That's really about it.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Smirk] Looks like we got a real-life Errol Flynn in town! Giant monsters, huh? Sounds like things got real interestin' back in yer hometown.

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

...Who's Errol Flynn?

And, sadly, that's actually fairly normal where I'm from.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Oh, ya know, movie star guy!

Geez, if that's what it's like back home, what do they make movies about there? Do ya even got movies?