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 Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 4:19 pm
BOYE and my RP. TF2 Yaoi ftw.
You know the deal, right? We do need a scenario, though. And how friendly are the two prior to the RP?
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 4:41 pm
:I
I was thinking new Engie comes in and, of course, Scout is an a*****e to everyone. Gayness ensues after Engie continuously tries to help/be friends with Scout.
......................mmmmmmmmmmmmm yep.
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 4:46 pm
Post Reserved for shitass.
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 4:49 pm
....................WHEN I GET THE FSCKING PICTURES SCANNED! D:<
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 5:01 pm
Sounds good to me.
Coming from the Train Station, the new engineer walked into the RED base, whistling as he twirled his wrench skillfully around his finger. Walking into the living room of the residential portion, he shook his head ruefully. "The defenses here are all wrong... No wonder the last Engie ended up dead." Looking around the room for other members of his team, he shrugged and sat down into a comfortable chair. Sighing in contentment, he waited for other members to show up and give him the grand tour.
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 5:11 pm
"Hey, dumbass. Outta my chair!" Scout shouted as he ran into the room. "I know you're knew, but dat don't give ya any reason ta sit in my freakin' chair."
Sure, he knew he was an a*****e, but he enjoyed it. From his bad attitude to his dirty mouth, Scout was an a*****e. Especially when anyone commented on his bumble bee tattoo or his choice of "earrings." He wasn't one to judge appearances and he figured that everyone else should be too. If he didn't judge them, what gave them the right to judge him.
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 6:29 pm
Getting up quickly, Engie apologized. "Ah, sorry, didn't know. So, uh, is there anything I should do around here? Actually, I just realized I have no idea where stuff is. Mind giving me a tour?"
Yeah, he was a pushover, but he knew how to build stuff, and understood most things could be fixed with either Duck Tape or Gun, or more of either/both. So, he was good at his job, bad with people. Perfect Engie.
"Hey, cool tattoo. I wish could get one, but that needle freaks me out." He shivered, just thinking about it made him queasy.
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 6:55 pm
Scout couldn't help but send the new Engineer a murderous glare. He always figured if someone on either team made a comment about his tattoo. Any one who had mocked it so far had gotten a bat to the gut and, if they were on BLU, one more to the skull.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Scout roared, gritting his teeth in anger. 'Well, punk? You got somethin' ta say or what?"
Even though he hated it, he had kept the nickname that the tattoo brought. Everyone on the team had their own nickname that the team had given them. Most of the time it was based off their personality or something about them that set them appart from the others that had came before them. For Scout, it was his tattoo, his gauges, and his missing tooth. Ironically, he had been dubbed his nickname according to his tattoo. And even though he hated it, he still let the rest of the team call him Bumble, no thanks to Sniper for shortening from Bumble Bee.
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 7:07 pm
Engie took a step back, his hands going up defensively in front of himself. "Uh, eh, it, it means that I like the tattoo? I think they look cool."
He had no idea why Scout had just flipped out over the tattoo, but it kinda scared him. "I'm...sorry? Do you not like your tattoo? I kinda like bees." He shrugged, his hands down back to his sides at that point. He had noticed his wrench was still on the small side table to the chair, but figured it wasn't a good idea to approach Scout at the moment. He wondered if there was anything he could do to cheer the guy up. Only time would tell, it seemed.
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 7:40 pm
Huffing, Scout flopped back down into the chair. It wasn't that he was always angry, he just had a very short fuse. And being in this damn war had only made it shorter.
"It's not that I don' like it. People around here just, ya know, they'ra bunch of chuckleheads. 'Thinkin' it's a girly tattoo and stuff." Scout mumbled, kicking the old, beat up coffee table. "So, what the hell were ya sayin' before? If ya need to know were stuff is, there's signs and stuff. But if ya wanna know were ya sleep, I can show you that."
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 7:44 pm
Engie shrugged, "I like it." Looking at the table, he figured it wasn't the best idea to kick the thing, it being structurally unstable and all. "Yeah, it'd be cool to know where I can dump my stuff. Could'ya show me?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 8:29 pm
Mumbling something that sounded similar to 'yeah whatever' Scout lead the new Engineer down the hallway. He had barely known the last Engineer but knew he sure made a hell of a lot of noise at three in the morning. Hell, his room was right next door to the guy's workshop/room.
"We cleaned out mosta his personal stuff. Sent it home wit' his body. 'Figured he wasn't needin' 'um any more. 'Left the mechanical crap though. Not sure if ya can fix 'em, the guy was a freakin' loser." Scout said, cursing the guy under his breath. "Ya betta' not freakin' wake me up at three in the mornin' like that chucklehead did. I'm right next door and those sentries make a hell of a lot of stupid noises that I don't think are right."
Glaring at the door near the Engineer's, Scout noticed yet another post-it note with a bee drawn on it from the team's Spy. He thought he was so funny with his stupid jokes but the only one who thought they were funny was him. The guy was a mjor p***k and not even the team's Medic (another p***k but a good father figure.....or maybe a mother figure) could stand him sometimes. Tearing the note off the door, Scout threw at the team's Pyro who gladly burned it to cinders. With a muffled greeting, Pyro ran off to the kitchen, probably to make dinner.
Pyro and Scout were pretty good friends. Scout always knew what he said, even with the gas mask on. And, honestly, Pyro liked that seeing as most people didn't are to figure out what he was saying. The fact that they both had almost everything in common helped too. From their taste in music to their choice of recreational activities, the two were like best friends.
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 8:48 pm
Engie nodded. "Don't worry, I figure it's better to get sleep anyway. I don't want to be any trouble, so I'll try not to keep you up. Sounds like the last Engineer wasn't very good at his job, though. He'd still be around if he was doing his job right."
Noticing the post-it note, he thought for a sec. "They really give you crap for that tattoo, huh? I think they're just jealous. I know you've prolly already tried, but maybe you should just ignore 'em?" He shrugged, already regretting giving the dumb advice. This Scout guy seemed alright, if volatile. Engie really didn't wanna set him off.
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 9:32 pm
"Yeah, but he got what was comin' to 'im. You don't freakin' sign up for a war and then suck at your job." Scout grumbled as he watched Pyro run off. "I mean, I feel bad for the guy and his family but he was an idiot too."
Scout gave a cocky smile, blatanly showing off his missing tooth. It wasn't like he could avoid not showing it off. It was his first molar in the row of them and it was hard to smile without letting it be seen. Still, he was happy that this Engineer wasn't going to be a p***k and keep him up all night. He'd asked the last Engineer multiple times to kindly 'shove that damn wrench up his a**' but of course, the idiot never listened.
"Ya know, Hardhat, you got a pretty decent head on ya shouldas. Only problem, you're a freakin' push ova'." Scout said, laughing as he saw the Medic run after the Heavy. "But, yeah, I tried that. Most of the guys stopped after the first bat or two to the gut. Spy's just a p***k. If he starts hittin' on ya, punch him in the gut. Seriously, the guy's a freakin' creep."
After rolling his head, Scout lifted his cap off his head enough to scratch the top of his head. He knew his hair was a bit long for a Scout but wasn't that bad. It wasn't like it was as long as the Engineer's. He found a bit crazy that his hair was that long, but then again, he was on defense most, if not all, of the time so Scout guessed it didn't matter. He quickly pulled on the oval gauges to make sure they were still in his ears.
"You sure got a lot of hair too, man. 'Last Engineer was a freakin' skin head I think. 'Really seemed to hate Medi, probably cuz of the whole 'I'm sleeping with Baldy' thing. Freakin' weird couple, those two." Scout said, somewhat muttering the last part to himself. "Oh, yeah, you might want to get to know who's with who around here and who's handing out free shags. Oh and on the BLU team too. Heck, I figure at least one person in this damn place is with one of them BLU chuckleheads."
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 10:13 pm
Engie adjusted his hat with one hand while fiddling with his goggles around his neck with the other. "Uh, thanks, I think."
Watching the doctor chase after the huge-lookin' dude, he turned back to the scout. "That's unfortunate, and I'll make sure to avoid the spy for as long as possible, since he's such a creep apparently."
Hearing the comment about the BLU team, his ears perked up. "Wait, you're serious? Isn't that, like, not a good idea, though?" Even though the concern was apparent in his voice, he couldn't help but chuckle a little at "chuckleheads", it was a silly word.
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