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

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lawn

[magicbloomers]

Oh no!

Are you okay?

[freakinblur]

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]

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

What happened?

[freakinblur]

Whatever, it'll fix itself. Stuff tends ta happen like that 'round here.

Ah, ya know. Got stabbed, allies 'r all droned, same ol' same ol' round here.

[He tosses a ball at you.] Ya play baseball by chance?

[its_me_dupree]

[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]

[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.

[its_me_dupree]

[She scwols, and expression that's becoming almost permanent in this place.]

I can't buy a damn gun? If I didn't already hate this place...

[freakinblur]

Oh yeah, ya know, 1950s, chicks can't use guns, delicate flowers, that kinda bullshit.

[Scout may only be from 10 years in the future of Mayfield, but he's all about ass-kickin' ladies with guns.]

I got extra pistols, but they're back at my house. Also? I got this.

[He unzips his backpack and draws out his shotgun.

Downtown shopping

[deaths_heritor]

[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]

[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.

[deaths_heritor]

Then perhaps you ought to sit down and take some time to decide

[freakinblur]

[He... just... damnit he hates when people that are not him are right. He flops down on the nearest bench.]

Awright, well, whattaya buy fer a guy fer his birthday? I ain't buyin' him clothes. I refuse.

[notcereal]

[ 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]

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

[notcereal]

I-I guess? It depends on who you're giving it to, maybe.

Someone's birthday?

[freakinblur]

I dunno. He said he would, so maybe. I know I would.

Yeah, Vince's. Ya know him?

T__T SCOUT

[wristsniper]

[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]

Head's up, Major Gen'ral.

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

Nothin' outta the ordinary.

Baw.

[wristsniper]

...You're not usually this way. Who turned you down for a date?

[freakinblur]

[H-how dare you no one turns down the Scout for a date no one

He looks to you almost offended.]

What?! Naw, that ain't it! Geez!