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

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."