Report Two: Exploring

[derringerous]

[For the past few weeks Meryl has mostly kept to herself, still trying to understand everything that was going on and trying to get used to all the green everywhere. Today you can find her in a few places. 

 

A. In the park you can find a woman practising her shooting. She's got a few tin cans set up on some rocks and taking aim at them with the gun she got from Nina. She's a very good shot. 

B. In the flower store. She's buying some random flowers for the house. They look nice alright? Even if she doesn't seem like the sort of person who'd like flowers. 

 

C. Looking at the pool in the rec center....you ...can swim in water? Isn't that a waste?]

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[iflifehadaface.livejournal.com]

[Oops. Some how Scott has passed out on the ground, face first. This is like the tenth time today. He doesn't deal so well with rejection..]

[derringerous.livejournal.com]

[Jumping back.]

What are you doing?

[iflifehadaface.livejournal.com]

[There is no response. He's out like a light!]

[derringerous.livejournal.com]

[....Okay....Leaning down to check if you're still alive.]

[iflifehadaface.livejournal.com]

[Just barely!]

[derringerous.livejournal.com]

[Oh good.]

....you have got to be kidding me.

Wake up you idiot!

[iflifehadaface.livejournal.com]

. . .

. . .

[The rejection that has built up through out the entire week has culminated in the ultimate defeat of Scott. He's out, but for how long?]

[derringerous.livejournal.com]

[She puts her gun and fires into the air. That wake you up?]

I said get up!

[iflifehadaface.livejournal.com]

[Scott's body jerks slightly, but alas, there is no effect!]

[derringerous.livejournal.com]

[Facepalm.]

You have got to be kidding me.

[iflifehadaface.livejournal.com]

. . .

. . .

[Nope. Not kidding. At least he's breathing this time around. His heart stopped when Miku turned him down.]

[derringerous.livejournal.com]

[Okay well he's breathing. That's good. She'll just go back to shooting at cans then. She's not sure what to do and she doesn't want to just leave him there.]

[iflifehadaface.livejournal.com]

[After a good while, he'll stir back to life. Reaching up and wiping the haze from his eyes, Scott looks around in a puzzled manner.]

"Wah.. What happened?"

[derringerous.livejournal.com]

[Reloading her gun.]

You fainted.

[iflifehadaface.livejournal.com]

".. I.. I did?"

[derringerous.livejournal.com]

Yes. You did.

[Way to impress a girl Scott.]

[iflifehadaface.livejournal.com]

"Oh yeah? Was it that good that I passed out?"

[derringerous.livejournal.com]

Why would it be good that you passed out?

[iflifehadaface.livejournal.com]

"Wait.. We didn't do it?"

[derringerous.livejournal.com]

[You are getting a punch to the head.]

No we did not!

[iflifehadaface.livejournal.com]

"GACK!"

[Scott takes the blow and rubs his head in pain.]

"Then why the hell did I pass out for?!"

[derringerous.livejournal.com]

I told you I wouldn't go to the prom with you and you just passed out!

Nothing happened!

[iflifehadaface.livejournal.com]

".. Really?"

[He's looking so sad right now, like a small puppy would look to beg for food. He's not pawing at Meryl's feet just yet, of course.]

[derringerous.livejournal.com]

Yes!

[iflifehadaface.livejournal.com]

"Oh.. Well then.."

[Scott stands up and brushes his pants off. Can't have dirt on his jeans, you know? He merely shoots her the same sad stare, before realizing that she is still "packing heat".]

"So uh.. Using a gun, huh?"