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RP Account for RED Scout, Dale McCarthy. Stationed at: Mountain Lab

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A commission for @claines ! he’s such a cute scootie bootie

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[mostmodestguyever]

Remember, if you’re ever in a time of doubt, just ask yourself:

What would Dale do?

[pintsizedpyro]

450 follower giveaway ;;

I wanted to thank you guys for following me as long as you have been! Seeing as the lot of you (or so I hope!) are roleplayers, I’d love to draw for you as a token of my appreciation for your support of this trashy pyrotechnic I portray here.

The rules are ultimately very simple.

- - - Be following this blog. - - - Like and reblog this post as many times as you want. - - - If you follow me on multiple blogs, you can like/reblog there too!

The deadline is June 15th, 2015 at 11:59 PM EST.

I have gotten better at art since I first started (tremendously so, oh my god), and I believe that drawing for both this loser and for silly little roleplay things has bettered my art, so I would like to draw your characters (or whoever you’d want me to draw)!

There will be one (1) winner, and they can choose from one of my many different styles of drawing, all displayed here. The most recent example of my pixel art would be this, while my celshading, lineless and soft shading are best displayed in these three pictures respectively.

Thanks again for following!!!

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“Hmm alright, why not.”

[mostmodestguyever]

ÔuÔ

[pintsizedpyro]

mostmodestguyever replied to your post:

She also got moody when I called her moody.

Are you trying to get early training in for fighting this ‘little girl’?!

[mostmodestguyever]

N- uh... Yes? Maybe. Would you actually help?

[mostmodestguyever]

Oh. Well... enjoy being rekt by a real little girl.

Yeah right. Just you wait and see.

[mostmodestguyever]

You seem like the kind to be into little girls, seeing as you like Jin and Sheila.

I don't think either of them would like being referred to as 'little'. Jin got really moody when I called her short.

[mostmodestguyever]

Are you not, in the least, thinking about what you're saying. You're going to beat up a little girl, you know.

If she’s capable of beating up Saxton Hale, I’d say it’s fair game.  There’s a thin line between ‘little girl’ and ‘freak of nature’.  

[mostmodestguyever]

Dude. She's gonna kick your ass too.

I know she’s gonna be tough...  she beat Hale after all.  But I will defeat her.

[pintsizedpyro]

The circumstances were funny, really they were, but seeing a friend in a pitiful state was killing her.

Her brows fall as he admits his fatigue–probably mental, most likely from crying–and pity has her gently wrapping those arms around his waist before giving him the tiniest little peck on the cheek.

“I bet he’d want you to mann up.” She smirked, hoping he’d take the bait as she pulled away to–

Really? Empty the watering can into a bucket? She’s trying to be subtle and do it out of his sight, but…

After that tiny bout of fussing, she turns back around, the bucket dangling behind her back in tightly gripped hands.

“Keep that in mind.”

[mostmodestguyever]

At her suggestion to ‘mann up’ Dale’s eyes open wide.  Distracted in his thought, he doesn’t even glance at Jin as she takes the watering can away to empty it into a bucket. 

“Yeah,” Dale finally stood, his fists clenched, feet in a wide fighters pose,  “Yeah, you’re right.  I can’t keep crying like this - it’s pathetic.  I am going to find that little girl, and I am going to punch her.”

[bristolbasher-blog]

Dude, tell me I'm not the only one upset about this whole situation.

“’bout the whole robot invasion thing? Of course I’m bloody upset about it! It’s just- it’s like- I was hired t’run fast and shoot people in different colors, y’know? Fightin’ robots wasn’t anywhere on me contract.” 

[mostmodestguyever]

What?!  We’re fighting robots now?!

I mean.

What happened to Saxton Hale, man.

[pintsizedpyro]

The Korean sucks in air sharply and leans back, muffling the sound with a fist to her mouth.

“…He didn’t even spare you that… –He is telling the truth.”

[mostmodestguyever]

“...I thought so,” Dale admitted.  The pure and vicious joy radiating from the BLU Medic as he spoke those words had done much to convince Dale of their honesty. 

“I’ll be fine,” he reassured her, after a moment of silence between them.  “I’m just... tired.”

[pintsizedpyro]

mostmodestguyever replied to your post.

How perfect. Awful violin as the background music for Dale’s mourning.

She’s… just gonna stop and check the watering can. “You… you okay there?”

[mostmodestguyever]

The scout sniffs loudly, an expression of hopelessness engrained on his face.

“... Is it true what that old dude said,” he said, referring to Matthaus, “was he really beaten by a little girl?”

[mostmodestguyever]

There he was standing in the scouts door way. He just let himself in with out hesitation. "Hey kid-" he called out snubbing out his cigarette in a potted plant.

Jake would discover Dale to be an absolute mess - face down on his bed, eyes red and puffy.  He’d stopped crying, but it was obvious he was walking a knife’s edge and even the smallest thing could cause the gush of tears to start anew.

“Whatddya want?” Dale groaned.

[crxckedvinyl]

Jake shook his head as he turned around on his heels. He understood the feeling but this was too much a bit. “Life goes on pal.” He sighed taking some car keys out of his pockets.

Jake walked down the hall waiting for the one to catch up. Either booze drugs or sex could fix him up. “What do you like?”

[mostmodestguyever]

Part of Dale was grateful that Jake was putting in the effort to cheer him up.  To be honest, he didn't know the Demoman very well, but it was more than anybody else at base had done.  Dale slipped into the passenger side of the car.  

“Let’s just get drunk,” Dale suggested, with absolutely no enthusiasm in his voice.

[mostmodestguyever]

There he was standing in the scouts door way. He just let himself in with out hesitation. "Hey kid-" he called out snubbing out his cigarette in a potted plant.

Jake would discover Dale to be an absolute mess - face down on his bed, eyes red and puffy.  He’d stopped crying, but it was obvious he was walking a knife’s edge and even the smallest thing could cause the gush of tears to start anew.

“Whatddya want?” Dale groaned.

[crxckedvinyl]

“We’re going to town.”

The demo kicked a few magazines out of his way keeping a path straight. The man wasn’t dressed poorly but it wasn’t top fashion. The man was wearing his plaid blazer while looking at him.

[mostmodestguyever]

Dale didn't want to go.  He wanted to be left alone to wallow in anguish and self pity.  He groaned, and buried his face in the pillow.  Despite all that, it simply required too much energy to argue with the older RED.

He dragged himself out of his bed, and head hung low, and obediently followed Jake from the room.

[mostmodestguyever]

There he was standing in the scouts door way. He just let himself in with out hesitation. "Hey kid-" he called out snubbing out his cigarette in a potted plant.

Jake would discover Dale to be an absolute mess - face down on his bed, eyes red and puffy.  He’d stopped crying, but it was obvious he was walking a knife’s edge and even the smallest thing could cause the gush of tears to start anew.

“Whatddya want?” Dale groaned.

[mathematicalscars-archive]

Okay, so zhis line reads–and I quote: “S. Hale was overthrown by a small child, suspected to be Grey M.’s niece or granddaughter.” –But wait, zhere’s more!

“He then proceeded to hang his head and walk out the door, in shame. He has not been seen since.”

[ Cue wide grin. ]

[mostmodestguyever]

The Scout pulls a face of indescribable emotion, as his tiny brain struggles to comprehend the information.  He bites his quivering lip, but the tears form in his eyes regardless.  He sniffs and snorts and wipes his eyes dry, but he can’t stop.

One of the pillars holding up Dale’s reality had crumbled.  How could this be?  Saxton Hale, defeated by a small girl?  Leaving with his head hung in shame?  

Fat tears roll down both cheeks - landing on his singlet rather than in the medic’s can.  He wails unashamedly, his voice echoing throughout the base.