15th Inning

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[So, Thursday rolls by, then Friday, then Saturday, with no word from Scout. OK, admit it, you're probably not looking for him, or want to talk to him, but that doesn't mean that he's not usually annoying people and/or making a spectacle of himself in one way or another. It's been all quiet around 1451 Mitchell for a few days now

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[Margot is run into and is sent sprawling into the ground -- her balance is pretty crap right now and she looks like she's been hit by a train, still wearing her bloody dress from her battle with Hello Miffy and sick on top of that.]

Hey, watch where you're -- Scout?!

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Why don't you-- Jesus! Margot, what the fuck happened?!

[Scout hasn't seen Margot since they were lighting fires on the lawn. She was a little singed then but didn't look this bad off.]

[followyouthere]

[Coughing, fire, etc.]

Got in a fight with some giant creature. Lookin' for it now.

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[Like a flash, he draws his bat from his bag.] What giant creature?

[followyouthere]

Two headed thing, stomping around.

[Aaand staggering back up, clutching at her own bat, shivering and shuddering.]

Gonna fucking kill it, stupid fucking thing.

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Sounds good ta me. Ya want some help wit' it?

[followyouthere]

[Just. Grinning.]

That would be great.

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Great. So what is it we're lookin' fer exactly?

[Pats down a flame that pops up on his shirt.] Shit! That's still happenin' too?

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I can't fucking help it, okay?!

[irritated noise] It's big, has two heads, and looks like the demon child of a cat and a rabbit.

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The hell IS it? One 'a Mayfield's ideas of fun? [He keeps his eyes peeled as they walk. He's gone into combat alert mode now and is itching to beat up SOMETHING.

Except that all of a sudden he starts to run, which comes to a surprise even to him, and he slams into a telephone pole.]

FUCK! Goddamnit!

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[She's about to respond when he takes off.

She rushes over, coughing.]

S-Scout, are you okay?!

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[He rubs his forehead where it hit the pole. Goddamnit, he's taken way too many hits to the head this week.]

Geez... yeah. Fuckin' Mayfield's idea of a joke. Like yer magic. My speed comes back in bursts like that an' I can't control it.

[followyouthere]

[Offers him a hand to help him get back.]

Maybe we shouldn't -- you shouldn't -- go after this thing then.

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Naw, naw, I'm good. I could really use ta kick tha shit outta somethin' right now. [He walks a bit more cautiously now.]

[followyouthere]

Uh-huh. [She follows after him, having to pause a moment for a coughing fit. Shit hurts, man.]

[freakinblur]

Geez kid, ya sure YOU should be doin' this? Ya sound friggin' awful. Friggin' Mayfield! This is just pathetic!

[As if right on cue, Scout's legs buckle beneath him and he falls right over.]

....I am so sick of this shit.