I think my British-ness showed through a lot in this and I'm not even gonna explain the fraise 'Stood there like a lemon'...Also I made my head cannons merge slightly 'cos it's TF2 with my OC class thing an there equivalent is actually SPOLIERS I kid, it's her brother which is Tom from EW 'cos my mind is somehow even more irrational when I am ill.
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It was clear out so I went out to the roof. It's nice up there, quiet and peaceful, but if it's even slightly 'cold', like today, no one likes to venture up there, giving me complete privacy. It's fine for me, though, I'm still quite new, so I'm not used to the desert heat yet.
I stole Scout's ball so I could toss it and, well, piss him off. I had been sat in there for roughly half an hour (I dunno, I left my watch in my room and I can't really judge the passage of time) when something caught my eye; a new person walking up to the BLU base.
Maybe it was my equal, my equivalent? The BLUs didn't have their Thief yet, (Which means I haven't been on the field yet and I'm pissed off because of it) so possibly. But, wait, that's not right...
Ya' know that for each team there in nine, *Ahem*, ten mercenaries, each with their own set of skills, and, by eyrie coincidence, they have an identical (<-- Key word) counterpart. But this person must be a wanderer from Teufort or something, 'cos they where a boy, well it looks like it anyway.
I held up a thick strand of hair and tried to line it up with the head of this person to check the colour.
By Glob.
It matches.
"Bugger." I flipped round onto my front and stumbled to the stair well, I might be able to grab my (*cough* Sniper's *cough*) binoculars in time to look at their face before they go inside, if they do, witch is highly likely. From all I could see of the hair, apart from the colour, was that it seemed to be composed of spikes, kinda like Tom's...
You're slowing down, don't stop running! You gotta be quick! Bad idea, when I tried to turn a corner I ran into Scout and landed with an "Ooff." The ball rolled out of my pocket an onto the floor. That didn't concern me though, so I tried to star running again but I was stopped by the tugging of my collar and I fell again.
"I knew you took it!"
"Yeah, I did, now let me go, I have to do something urgently!"
"Well I've bin 'Urgently' lookin' for my ball for the last hour, Toots." He let go of my collar allowing me to stand.
"Ugg, look, if you let me go, I won't steal it again, 'kay? I promise."
"Sure, you're as untrustworthy as Spy!"
"And you're a fuckin' moron!"
"Oh, you wanna fight?"
"Yeah, mate, bring it on!"
"You asked for it, Chuckle nuts!"
He ran towards me, fist drawn back, ready to punch, so, naturally, I stood there like a lemon. He closed in in the approximate space of 2.37 seconds (By approximate, I mean I liked the sound of the number) and just before the hit, BOOM! I let him have it right in the bollocks! (Like, I kicked him, I didn't...er...)
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That's as far as I got
