Characters: RED Scout skooshyscoot When: 3/18 - 3/31 Where: Somewhere in Scout's mind Rating: PG-13 and up possibly Summary: An unguided tour of memory lane.
BLU had been sleeping peacefully, until he fell off the couch with a thud, expecting the bed he was lying on to be much bigger than this couch. Rubbing the back of his head he sat up, blinking at his surroundings.
Where the hell was he? This place sure didn't look like Paradise ... Actually it looked like.. somewhere else he had been.. With Engineer and Miss Pauling and a RED Sniper much different than the one that was here. But the name and the memory escaped him. Standing he went to the window peeking out and trying not to wake the man in the recliner.
The street outside was surprisingly quiet. Not a single car with its blinding headlights, no homeless man or woman begging for a bit of cents, no stray cats yowling in the alley, for a city as busy as Boston, even for a subconscious memory of it the silence was unusual.
However, nothing could be more out of place on these streets as the loud cry of "WOOHOHOOOOOO! FUCK YEAH, GIRL!" that pealed through the peaceful night. The low rumbling sound of a creature running, a big one at that, shortly followed the outburst.
"We're eatin' at the winniners' table t'night!" Rounding the corner of the street was none other than Scout, sitting on top of a husky. A seven-foot husky. The girl did always have a thing for large dogs.
BLU just stared. And he kept right on staring until the pair came into view. That certainly was the RED Scout, and she sure was riding a gigantic puffy dog. When BLU's choices were to either stay inside and risk waking up whoever was in the chair or risk going out there and possibly getting a bat to the face before being eaten by a giant dog, his choice was clear.
Where the hell was he? This place sure didn't look like Paradise ... Actually it looked like.. somewhere else he had been.. With Engineer and Miss Pauling and a RED Sniper much different than the one that was here. But the name and the memory escaped him. Standing he went to the window peeking out and trying not to wake the man in the recliner.
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However, nothing could be more out of place on these streets as the loud cry of "WOOHOHOOOOOO! FUCK YEAH, GIRL!" that pealed through the peaceful night. The low rumbling sound of a creature running, a big one at that, shortly followed the outburst.
"We're eatin' at the winniners' table t'night!" Rounding the corner of the street was none other than Scout, sitting on top of a husky. A seven-foot husky. The girl did always have a thing for large dogs.
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BLU headed for the kitchen.
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