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[bye_to_yer_head]

Phone
*Waking up under a floral print bedspread, Sniper went to the closet without much thought, ignoring the woman who was sleeping on the other side of it. He put on his BLU shirt, his hat, slung his bow over his shoulder before...*

Alroight, if this is some kind of joke, it sure as hell ain't funny. This had better not be what it looks like. Because if I'm back in this troppo place there's gonna be hell t' pay.

Truckie? Crowley? Spy? Either of ya spooks? Anyone wanna let me in on why I'm back in this blasted nightmare of a town?

Action in front of 625 Topper Street

Where th' bloody hell is my camper!?!

*And he's just storming around yelling as if that'll make his Land Rover miraculously appear out of nowhere.*

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[eyesofaserpent]

Blimey, Sniper? Is that you? What the bloody hell are you doing back in this hellhole? I thought you'd escaped or whatever. Your bloody drone has been creeping me the hell out.

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[bye_to_yer_head]

Crowley? That you mate?

*What, that's not relief or anything.*

An' if I knew I'd tell ya cos I thought I had too.

Wait .. drone? I've been droned this whole toime? Bloody hell.

[eyesofaserpent]

The one and only.

You have. I've seen you from time to time, but you're always wearing bloody Mayfield clothes. And lately there's been an increase of shirts in the red family. I don't know what your drone was smoking, but it didn't look right on you.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Eugh. Don't tell me any more mate. I don't want t' know. Bad enough I'm back here.

Though I guess I didn't even leave .. or .. somethin'. I don't know how this all works.

[Phone]

[shellfishlovver]

What makes you think you're so special? Why is ANYONE in this horror terror of a town? That would be a MUCH more suitable question.

[bye_to_yer_head]

It's my phone, I'll ask what I damn well please.

[shellfishlovver]

And you will look foolish doin' so.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Sure mate, whatever ya say.

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[hatesboys]

[Ugh, what's with the stupid guy yelling? What an idiot. hypocrite

She decides that the best course of action is to go outside and glare at him.]

[bye_to_yer_head]

*And he'll glare right back, and at six foot seven it's probably a lot more intimidating than her glare..*

Who th' hell are you?

*Winning first impression here.*

I WAS SO ANGRY I CLICKED ENTER

[hatesboys]

[Looks can be decieving; all four and half feet of her is made out of anger and man-hate.]

I live here. Who are ya supposed to be?

YOUR RAGE IS JUSTIFIED.

[bye_to_yer_head]

I lived here first. And I ain't supposed t' be anyone. I'm Sniper.

*He is not intimidated.*

Action - 625 Topper Street

[jumpsuited_rat]

[Chell happened to be passing by while Sniper is making a scene in the front yard.

She tilts her head, looking at him. She had met the RED Sniper a while back, but this one was somehow different.

She's staring at him as she's trying to puzzle this out.]

Action - 625 Topper Street

[bye_to_yer_head]

*After kicking a few of the white pickets off the fence surrounding his yard he finally calms down enough to realize someone's watching.*

What are you lookin' at?

[jumpsuited_rat]

[Chell takes the briefest of moments to think about the situation and decides it's probably best that she answers him.]

You remind me of someone.

[bye_to_yer_head]

I do? Well I was here before. I moight remind you 'f me.

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[freakinblur]

[Whoa no way!]

...Snipes? Oh, I see how it is! Come back, an' ya ferget all about me!

[bye_to_yer_head]

Scout?

*He actually... sounds excited to hear you.*

Which one are you? .. An' how long have I been gone?

[freakinblur]

Which one? [scoff CAN'T YOU TELL] It's BLU! And... a freakin' while, that's how long.

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[forgotten_titan]

[She's half tempted to throw her alarm clock out the window when she hears yelling from the lawn, but as she stuffs her head back under her pillow that distinct accent pulls at a memory in her mind. Not one of her ones from back home, but one of the ones from here, just a few months ago...

She throws the covers off and runs down, pyjamas still on as she opens the door.

There's no mistaking who the raging man in front of 625 Topper Street is. She stares for a few minutes, before she tentatively calls out to him.

Y-you're back.

Whenever you get to it bby. <3

[bye_to_yer_head]

*He's still angrily storming around, kicking the pickets off the fence, but at least he hasn't pulled the bow off his back and started shooting things. He turns, ready to yell something else unpleasant, when he stops dead and just stares at her.

At least there's one person who remembers him, not that he could recall her name. Actually, thinking back on it he's not sure he ever even asked her name. And angry as he was about arriving in Mayfield and the apparent disappearance of his camper, seeing her sparks some shred of guilt that the last time he had ever talked to her had been after that regain where she had spiraled into some sort of depression he couldn't figure out. And honestly hadn't tried.*

Seems loike it.

/hugs

[forgotten_titan]

[Awkward. She never actually asked for his name either. All she had was a title. What was it? Shooter, Ranger, Archer, Killer...]

...umm, a lot of things have happened since you left. Do you wanna talk about it over breakfast or something...?

I can make coffee now.

[And that's when she remembers it.]

Sniper.

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[strawberryredgrave]

This place sucks like that, man. It's like a hangover that doesn't want to go away.

But you know what they say about hangovers: the best cure them is more alcohol.

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[bye_to_yer_head]

*You're speaking his language!*

Ain't that th' truth. An' trust me, I'm gettin' blitzed loike ya wouldn't believe soon as I find somethin' that ain't cooking sherry. Apparently my drone wife got rid of all my alcohol from when I was here last toime.

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[strawberryredgrave]

(Aww yeah, alcoholics united!)

You serious? That completely blows, dude; I've been hitting up the bar since things are cheaper here than back home. Hard to argue with a few things when booze and guns are so affordable, right?