shit i think im bleeding out my snatch can you hand me that rag over there i already ate all my tampons
AnonymousW-Wh..
…/Tosses the anon a rag, and just kind of..walks away./
Anonymous
-AW SHIT MAN BECAUSE HE'S WRIGGLING ALL UP IN THAT SHIT, WHICH IS A RELATIVELY SLOWER PRACTICE WHILE STILL HALF HAULING YOUR WEIGHT UP. THERE WAS SCREWDRIVER TO THE ASS WHICH GOT A YELP OUT OF HIM, BUT, GOD DAMNIT HE WASN'T GONNA LET HER GET GLEE OUT OF THAT, NUH-UH. HELL NAH, MANG, HE'D FUCKING CATCH AND THIEVE HER SCREWDRIVER IS WHAT HE'D DO, AND CRAWL HIS HAPPY ASS BACK TO RED. MISSION ACCOMPLISHED. TROLL EFFIE.-
/MOTHERFUCK. NOW SHE WAS COVERED IN SPAGHETTI, HER WRENCH WAS PROBABLY BUSTED, AND SHE WAS SHORT A SCREWDRIVER. GOD. DAMN. BUT OH NO, THIS WAS NOT THE LAST LEROY WOULD SEE OF LIL’ OLE EFFIE, NOT BY A LONG SHOT. HE HAD WON THE BATTLE, BUT HE WOULD NOT WIN THE WAR, SHE WOULD MAKE SURE OF THAT. BUT FIRST THINGS FIRST: SHE NEEDED A SHOWER, BADLY./
@Effie
The RED made his way around the enemy base. It was ceasefire, so he was hoping no one would shoot him or maul him or anything whilst Respawn was off. A gloved hand steadied the medical hat sitting comfortably on his head as bright green hues glanced about. Where was that
deliciously voluptuousBLU Engineer he was so fond of? She had to be around somewhere, and by god did he need someone to comfort him right now.
A depressed sigh escaped his freckled lips as the Irishman nearly slumped against the wall. He didn’t even want to leave his room after receiving the letter. But he knew if he holed up, that would be the end of him. He needed to be consoled, even if just for a minute. All he needed was someone to give him a hug and tell him he was going to be okay. No pity involved. That was certainly the last thing he wanted. Pity.
A choked sob caught in his throat as Seth forced himself away from the wall, entering the common room of the BLU base, looking around. Where was Effie? He really needed her right now. And not to flirt with or tease, either.
She’d been in her workshop, idly cleaning and plucking at her Gunslinger hand with a rag when the urge came upon her. It was quiet, almost peaceful, and that peacefulness was nearly intoxicating; when was the last time she’d been able to sit and relax like this? Ceasefires came all too sparsely in her mind, but when they came they were beyond heavenly.
But surprisingly, she found herself restless. All too used to the crack and shudder of constant gunfire and explosions, the quiet left her…wanting. Abruptly, she got up from her work, setting off to wander the halls in search of..well, something to do. Maybe she could bake, after all, she had time for once, and it was something to keep her hands occupied. Or maybe someone needed technical help; she was quite the tinker when it came to broken appliances. Or maybe..
A shuddering sob broke her train of thought. It was quiet, but nearby. Coming from the common room?
Turning the corner, she saw him, a pitiful, hunched figure, clad in…is that..red?
Uncertain, she paused in the archway, finally putting a name to the crumpling figure in front of her. Cuatiously, she approached him, being quite careful to keep her steps silent. Up close, she could see how his shoulders heaved and shuddered, he was..crying; he looked quite devastated, actually.
”..Seth?.. A-Ah know it’s a cease fire n’ all..but..” She pauses, her gloved hand reaching for him, her brow knitted in concern. “..Sugar, is somethin’ wrong?..”
-SQUEALS WITH WEASELLY HIGH PITCHED LAUGHTER AND GLEE AS THE WRENCH IS SENT HURDLING AT HIM, BUT HE WAS A MOTHA FUCKIN' SCOUT EFFIE, SO HE ALL NINJA'S BEHIND A GOD DAMN CRATE OR SOME SHIT AND CRAWLS OFF TO PROBABLY MAKE A GET AWAY IN THE VENTILATION SYSTEM LIKE A BOSS.-
/SHIT EFFIE THIS IS REALLY NOT THE TIME TO BE SUCH A SLOW MOTHERFUCKER, BUT IT’S KINDA HARD WHEN YOU’VE GOT LITTLE STUMPY LEGS THAT ARE MADE FOR LIFTING, NOT RUNNING. SHE TAILS AFTER HIM BUT IS ONLY QUICK ENOUGH TO SEE A LITTLE RED BUTT SHIMMYING UP A VENT. QUICKLY, SHE TOSSES A SCREWDRIVER UP AFTER HIM, HOPING TO HIT SOMETHING, BUT NOT REALLY COUNTING ON IT./
Then me life's a fackin' drama novel, lassie. *snickers* Either way, yah, we're on ceasefire an' shit. So me buggin' actually stops t'a halt. *walks away* See ye - don't let da sticky bombs surprise ye when ya sleep at night. Hah!
/Just..kind of stands there ‘cause..well the Demo is already leaving and she’s already said her piece..and she somehow doubts that there are any sticky bombs in her bed.. or so she hopes./
-Flings spaghetti in her hair and runs away because I can.-
/FUCKING. SCREECHES. BECAUSE THERE IS GODDAMN. SPAGHETTI. IN HER HAIR. WASN’T THIS SUPPOSED TO BE A CEASEFIRE GODANGIT?/ … /RETALIATES BY CHUCKING HER WRENCH TOWARDS THE GENERAL VICINITY OF HIS FLEEING HEAD./
