28th Inning

[freakinblur]

[Finland isn't the only one gimping around town. Scout got stabbed in the leg several times by the angry nation. He went to Fran to get it stitched it up, but thought maybe just offing himself would be better than 2-4 weeks recovery time. The good doctor disagreed, and while fixing up the Scout's leg made sure he would not harm himself or others during his recovery.

Lovely.

Not only that, he hasn't been able to sleep either (chemically-induced nap nonwithstanding). It's not something he gets much of anyway, usually, but since he's hurt he figured he might as well catch up. But he just lays there, wide awake. What's up with that?

So now, Scout can be found in a few places looking a bit miserable:

- Sitting on his lawn, playing catch alone. Mostly using the house and fence to bounce the baseballs off of. Occasionally one goes wild towards his own house, or neighbor's, or to a passerby causing damage. He seems unconcerned.

- Stopping by the homes of his BLU teammates: Sniper, Spy, Medic and even Engie. Every last one of them is droned. This does not help his mood.

- Downtown in the attempt to get Vince a present for his birthday. He's got crutches for any extended time walking in the hopes to not pop any stitches, but Scout's never been known for his patience. He also has no idea what to buy a guy for his birthday, but this is Vince so it's almost kinda like buying something for a chick. At any rate, he feels weird buying him clothing or something, and since he doesn't like sports, Scout looks a bit lost.

- at RED Sniper's gun range, taking out targets with his pistol at an alarming rate. Gotta vent somehow!

Feel free to bug him at these places, or while he's on the move.]

Comments

lawn

[magicbloomers.livejournal.com]

Oh no!

Are you okay?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah, friggin' peachy.

[Tossing the ball again, it bounces off and smashes one of their windows. He smirks. Property damage was always fun at least.]

[magicbloomers.livejournal.com]

Cut that out. It's not that window's fault, is it?

What happened?

[its-me-dupree.livejournal.com]

[DuPree's wandering the streets, as she usually does, since being in that house with those kids drives her crazy, when she hears gunshots. She immediately perks up and follows them, finding the shooting range. She approaches with a huge grin.]

Gotterdamerung, do they actually have decent weapons here? Where can I get my hands on one of those?

[It may not be a death ray, but it's better than the kitchen knife tucked into her boot.]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Hearing someone enter the rec center behind him, Scout stops shooting and removes his ear guards. He's actually wearing those today - he doesn't need to be deaf on top of slow.]

Huh? Oh, what, a pistol? Dime 'a dozen, if yer a guy. The general store won't sell 'em ta chicks though. Ya can get rifles too though, an' ammo.

Downtown shopping

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

[There is a woman nearby who, for some odd reason, can't seem to stop looking at Scout struggling down the street.]

Right. Simply watching you try to walk is giving me sympathy pains. Sit down, tell me what you're looking for and I'll buy it for you.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Seriously, crutches, why not just break his ankles while we're at it :|

But he's got to much pride for that.]

What? No, I'm fine, sheesh. Plus I don't even know what I'm lookin' fer at this point.

[notcereal.livejournal.com]

[ w-watching him with crutches, oh dear this place must really be that horrible. and he looks lost!]

Ah, excuse me? Are you having trouble finding something specific?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Huh? I dunno. I think I give up. Booze makes a good birthday present, right?

T__T SCOUT

[thenorthernwall]

[Instead of getting clocked by the ball, she catches it!]

A little more careful, Scout. What did you do to yourself?

it's time for a good old fashioned Scout!Pout.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Head's up, Major Gen'ral.

[He starts tossing another ball up and down, avoiding eye contact. So cranky.]

Nothin' outta the ordinary.

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

[Ema bumps into Scout just outside of Sniper's place. She's been checking on him every couple if days, hoping that he becomes undroned. Each time she talk to the drone, she loses a bit of hope.]

Hey there. Don't bother knocking; it's not him in there.

What happened to you?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Frown. And a sigh.]

Shoulda guessed.

Ah, ya know, pull a prank on a guy 'n he goes all psycho and stabs up yer leg. How're you doin'?

[relaxiamadoctor.livejournal.com]

[Fran is sitting on a couch reading a book when he drops by BLU Spy's house. She gives him a friendly smile]

How is the leg doing?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Frooooooown. I mean he does know he ASKED you to fix his leg, b-but]

Hey. Just ducky. I guess. Spy in there 'r is his dumb ass still droned?

[blu-hardhat.livejournal.com]

[[hey. hey Scout.]]

[[Guess who's gonna come out of the house next to the one he used to be in, in full drone attire. Something seems a little off about Drone!Engie though--he doesn't seem anywhere near as happy and funshine as usual. In fact, he looks more than a little confused.]]

[[COURSE OF ACTION?]]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Scout was pretty much prepared for normal drone!Engie at this point, since it had been a few weeks already. But forever the optomist, Scout hadn't given up on his team yet.

When you answer the door, he cocks his head.]


...Engie?

[electrowhipit]

[ AAAH WHY ARE PEOPLE THROWING THINGS AT ME-- wait, it's just a baseball. He'll retrieve it after it goes crashing into a nearby bush ]

Lose something?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Oh, guess so. Not really payin' attetion I guess.

[Holds up his glove for you to throw it.]

[braided_icarus]

[Sees Scout out on the lawn, raising an eyebrow.]

Happened to you?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Zip! A ball sails just past your head.]

Head's up!

Same ol' same ol'. Psychos with knives 'n' shit.

[thingsidoforluv.livejournal.com]

[Did you loose this baseball, Scout? Because a little pink doggy is bringing it back in his mouth.

...He can't help it. It's a dog thing.]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[A dog! Cool! ...A pink dog. Well okay, whatever, this is Mayfield after all. Still surprising though, he wasn't expecting a dog.]


...Hey there little guy. Thanks. [Holds up another ball.] Wanna play catch?

[armywithcountry.livejournal.com]

[Also at the gun range. Glances at Scout's leg, but doesn't say anything about it - Prussia's not the type of guy to offer sympathy for injuries. Instead, he tosses Scout one of his own rifles.]

Up for trying something new?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Raised eyebrow] A rifle? Been awhile since I used one 'a these. Snipes had shown me once, but it ain't much used ta me on the field.

[Takes it anyway] I can see how much I remember.

[He unzips his backpack and tosses you his Force-A-Nature (http://blog.sleepingdeath.at/wp-content/gallery/team-fortress-2/force-a-nature.png).] Ya up fer some fun?