BLU's Happy Place

[bye_to_yer_head]

Who: BLU Sniper bye_to_yer_head and YOU!
Where: Welcome t' Australia mate! And you didn't even have to get up.
Rating: PG at the most. (shockingly)
Summary: BLU may be a miserable alcoholic, but somewhere, locked away in his mind, is something far, far better. The man he used to be.

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3/18: Dream hopping stop numero uno

[skooshyscoot]

A strange, strange occurrence this was. Scout didn't know what to make of this place since her dreams usually brought her back to her home in Boston. All her dreams were set in places familiar to her, but this place, it wasn't like anything she'd seen before. Everything but the man a ways ahead of her was new, so she naturally gravitated towards the one face she did find somewhat familiar.

"Uh... Snipes? That you?"

[bye_to_yer_head]

Looking up from his carving, he gave his eyes a moment to adjust to the light, recognizing the woman ahead of him even though at this point in his life he hadn't met her. And she probably hadn't been born yet. "Heya Scout. What are ya doin' out here? Seems a mite early fer you t' be up an' about."

There wasn't any of his underlying grouchiness, he seemed to be genuinely interested in what he was asking.

[skooshyscoot]

"You're tellin' me." The time of day screamed early morning, but that was the least of her concerns at the moment. Going over to him, her gaze never quite strayed away from him despite her curiosity since for one, she wasn't entirely sure that this could be the same grump she'd met before. "I just kinda woke up out here."

[bye_to_yer_head]

"You slept out here? Temptin' fate, yer lucky you didn't wake up with somethin' tryin' to eat ya." He set the wood carving down by his side, giving an experimental tug on his fishing line before reeling it in to check the bait.

"What're ya doin' in Australia anyway?"

[skooshyscoot]

"If somethin' tried to get me, I woulda punched its teeth out." She punched her opposite palm to emphasize her point, but she was still quick to scurry over to Sniper's side. If there really were things out here that could eat her, without her bat or her shotgun, she planned on sticking close to the one guy who could probably fend it off better than her bare hands.

"I dunno... I was kinda hopin' you'd tell me."

[bye_to_yer_head]

"That'd be somethin' t' see." He pulled his line in, hand over hand, frowning down at his empty hook. Tricksy fish. "Takin' a vacation maybe? Ain't no finer place to visit."

He gestured to the landscape, clearly pleased with the view.