Goin' to the dump.

[quickly]

Who: RED Scout (quickly) and BLU Sniper (bye_to_yer_head)
What: RED Scout is going to drive BLU Sniper to the dump and they're going to look for their stuff. THING IS, they think that they're both on the same team.
Where: 336 Brady Lane and eventually the dump.
When: July 28th
Warnings: Some cursing, most likely.


[Scout, excited about getting all of his stuff back (namely, The Sandman), is waiting by the window near the front door of his carbon copy of a house, occasionally twirling the keyring binding his house key and truck key together around one of his fingers as he sighs. Sniper, without his camper van, is obviously going to take a little while to get to 336 Brady, however, Scout is not a man of patience and so these few minutes are taking hours in his mind.

He stands up and opens the door, peeking his head out to make sure he can see when Sniper is coming.]

Comments

[bye_to_yer_head]

*Sniper had gathered up his bow and his quiver full of arrows, tying Rika the black lab's leash to his belt so his hands were free. He wasn't really expecting any trouble from poking around the dump, but in Mayfield you could never be too careful.

So Scout will see one six foot seven lanky Australian heading up his street, wearing his standard vest and trousers, a hat with various teeth around the brim and an oversized knife hanging at his side. Though the sleeves of his shirt and what can be seen under his vest are distinctly blue. However, he hasn't spotted Scout yet.*

[quickly]

[As soon as Scout thinks he sees a body matching his mental picture of Sniper, he slides outside and closes the door, quickly fumbling with the key to lock it tight, then faces the street and waves.

He doesn't notice the blue Sniper's wearing quite yet; he's far too focused on running toward his (admittedly worn) work truck while still waving at his (supposed) teammate.]

C'mon bro! We don't got all day!

[bye_to_yer_head]

*Yep, sure is a Scout alright. Obnoxious, running around, not paying attention. Sniper rolls his eyes and doesn't pick up the pace one bit.*

Ya think we're gonna get to th' dump and it won't be there anymore?

[quickly]

[Scout makes it over to the truck and opens the driver's side door, eyes focused on Sniper all the while.]

No, it'll still be there. But there might be zombies or somethin' at night. Come on!

[With that, he hops into the driver's seat and slams the door shut, starting the engine right after. The engine is ridiculously noisy, and it almost seems as if the truck won't start at first, but it does. It always does.]

[bye_to_yer_head]

I ... Alroight, guess I can't really argue with that.

*Into the truck he goes, closing the door and setting the dog on his lap. He rolls down the window so she can stick her head out.*

You should probably get this thing looked at. I don't wanna have t' help you push it somewhere when th' transmission falls out.

[quickly]

[Scout begins to drive toward the dump (or at least in the direction he thinks the dump is in -- he's actually never been there before). When he stops at the first red light he turns his head to face Sniper and immediately notices the dog.]

Whendya get a dog? I don't even have one here.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Miss Pauling gave 'er t' me. Her names Rika.

*He scratches the dogs ears.*

Think she got her at th' petstore.

Do you even know where th' dump is?

[quickly]

Miss Pauling was here? When? I don't remember that!

[Scout reaches over to pet Rika right as the car behind them honks; the light had actually been green for a few seconds!

Still paying more attention to Rika and Sniper than the road, Scout hits the gas, nodding in response to the question about the dump's location.]

[bye_to_yer_head]

"What do ya mean was? She ain't gone anywhere." At least he hadn't thought that she had. But the more he thought about it the more he realized that he hadn't seen her in a while. A few months at least.

"The road, mate. Keep yer eyes on th' road!"

Aw, Scout made Sniper sad, didn't he? :(

[quickly]

"Oh. Well then maybe we shoulda invited her to the dump too. Extra pair of hands'll help searchin' for our shi--," Scout said before he finally, finally looked at the road and realized he was about to hit a drone crossing the street. He rushed to turn the steering wheel very hard and the truck swerved to the right, narrowly missing the drone. After this debacle, Scout laughed and readjusted the truck to go straight again.

"That was fun!"

He so did. D:

[bye_to_yer_head]

"Oh sure, she'd jus' love t' come siftin' through th' trash with us. And then..." He trailed off as the truck swerved, holding onto the dog with one hand and his hat with the other. Though his life didn't flash before his eyes, he pretty vividly saw the myriad ways he could throttle Scout if they lived through this. He knew he shouldn't have let the kid drive.

"Strewth mate! Let's not die before we get there!"

[quickly]

"We're fine! No scratches or anythin', 'sides, it was pretty fun if I say so myself!"

Scout continued to drive, snickering for a few moments before finally looking back toward Sniper.

"We should be there soon, I think. I hope I remember the directions right," he stated, glancing at the road, trying to recall if the street signs he passed were the correct ones or not.

"But hey, if I'm wrong, then at least we're havin' a fun little roadtrip."

Scout turned his head toward Sniper again, this time finally noticing a little bit of blue on his sleeves.

"Uh, dude. Didja get stuck wearin' weird shit from your assigned house's closet or somethin'? I see some blue; blue sucks."

[bye_to_yer_head]

"You got an odd sense of what's fun." He snorted and released his death grip on the dog now that she wasn't in danger of falling out the window.

"Yer th' one that ain't wearin' yer uniform. I don't want t' hear it."