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mayfield_rpg2012-07-07 08:13 pm
quickly) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-07-07 08:13 pm
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{THREE} -- So confused.
[A] [PHONE -- OPEN TO ALL]
[Scout has just 'woken up' from being droned for a month. He's familiar with his surroundings: the uncomfortable, cold house with a 'wife' he can't even speak with, the lack of any fun items (ie: his bat/ball) and, peering out the window, the rows of houses virtually identical to the one he's currently cooped up in. It's all very creepy, very strange.
Scout has no recollection of being droned, of course. He feels as if he had simply slept for a really long time. He's agitated, however, at still being in Mayfield, and this rings obvious by the tone of his voice:]
Hey, Scout here. I'm real tired'a this place. I need enjoyment, somethin' fun. Like ... I dunno. A baseball game t'play in. I bet there's a sweet ass baseball field just hanging out somewheres around here and I ain't playin' in it, so that means it's really not sweet ass, it's just got the potential t'be.
[He yawns.]
I need some Bonk! or somethin', even just regular tonic, I don't care.
[B] [WANDERING AROUND THE TOWN]
[Scout is currently wandering about the town, stick from a tree in hand. No, he's not looking for someone to hit -- he just wants to play baseball or something.
Bother him?]
[C] [AT THE BURGER JOINT]
[Scout is hanging around the counter, waiting to order. The person ordering is taking forever and he will have none of that!]
YO! Pick somethin' already, ya freakin' dipshit! I'm starvin' here!
[Scout has just 'woken up' from being droned for a month. He's familiar with his surroundings: the uncomfortable, cold house with a 'wife' he can't even speak with, the lack of any fun items (ie: his bat/ball) and, peering out the window, the rows of houses virtually identical to the one he's currently cooped up in. It's all very creepy, very strange.
Scout has no recollection of being droned, of course. He feels as if he had simply slept for a really long time. He's agitated, however, at still being in Mayfield, and this rings obvious by the tone of his voice:]
Hey, Scout here. I'm real tired'a this place. I need enjoyment, somethin' fun. Like ... I dunno. A baseball game t'play in. I bet there's a sweet ass baseball field just hanging out somewheres around here and I ain't playin' in it, so that means it's really not sweet ass, it's just got the potential t'be.
[He yawns.]
I need some Bonk! or somethin', even just regular tonic, I don't care.
[B] [WANDERING AROUND THE TOWN]
[Scout is currently wandering about the town, stick from a tree in hand. No, he's not looking for someone to hit -- he just wants to play baseball or something.
Bother him?]
[C] [AT THE BURGER JOINT]
[Scout is hanging around the counter, waiting to order. The person ordering is taking forever and he will have none of that!]
YO! Pick somethin' already, ya freakin' dipshit! I'm starvin' here!
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Not a hard concept, dude. Unless yer really that stupid.
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At least I'm not an impatient cretin like some people here.
[Positive social skills, as well as knowing when to quit, are not Cliff's strong suit.]
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[Scout's starting to open the little packets of sugar and eat them now.]
...that icon is terrifying. XD
Cheeseburger. Hold the mayo and pickles, extra onions. And make sure you take your time with it.
And would you like anything to drink, sir?
Oh, I didn't even think of that...
[Uh-oh, looks like he's now going to be a jerk and agonize over drink choices...]
:3
Yer hopeless, man! Get a soda! Everyone loves soda.
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[He's making a show of considering this, and it's probably pretty evident he's doing it just to be obnoxious.]
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But it's so delicious.
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[Ew, sugar flecks, ew, he's just going to back away a bit, brush himself off, and scowl deeply as he turns to the drone.]
Just get me a water.