Scoots's Scooting Gang!

#10 ALL THE WAYYY!! :D

[scooter-battleere]

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Weele.... guess I wille make a poste... I am Scooter... Scoots if you wanna!! I taughte myself how to type :] I'm onley here because Mr. Radical is one here.... Yaye

OOC INFO!!!

This blog is owned by @mash3dtaterz, or as I'll refer to myself as, Mod 🦐/Shrimp! Why shrimp? Why not :]

Shippings allowed, same with freaky jokes, but please no NSFW asks. Mod is Aro-Ace.

This character is DJ Radical's #1 fan!! Don't forget it! Also the extra "e"s and horrible misspellings are intentional, it's part of the character.

I apologize if I ever get information wrong <:]

EXTRA INFO!!!

Here's his original appearance!

All events are canon to this blog... I guess... idk...

Anyway, Scoots goes by he/him! Have fun!

Oh, and feel free to send me any RP starters. I don't mind.

[scooter-battleere]

THOOUUGHTT THIS WAS ALL FUN AND GAMES YOUUU ARE TO BLAAME LIFE SETTING YOUU TOOO FLAAAMMMESSS JUUSTT FORGOT WHAT YOU'VE DONE THERE WILL BE FIRE SO COME AT ME IF YOU DEEEEEESIIIIIIIIIIIREEEE

[scooter-battleere]

There's been a lot of graffiti in the places I go to. I wonder why.

[djr4dical]

Heye Radical!!! Check out this trick!!

He does a trick on his scooter, and faceplants into the pavement immediately.

-Signed, @scooter-battleere

“I’ll see what it is—“

Radical witnesses the whole scooter thing happen, and immediately comes over to check over Scooter Battler.

“YOU OKAY PAL!? SCOOTS!”

[scooter-battleere]

Oowwuuhh...

Scooter Battler gets back up, and is, very surprisingly, completely unscathed.

I'me okaye!! No worries!!!

[djr4dical]

I’m too scared for what’s to come, oooh.. Those blues are gonna GET it! I’m gonna get their asses and— And..

No. No! Shouldn’t say that, mmyeah.. Shouldn’t.. Haha. I got hired to lead this district in the first place.

[scooter-battleere]

Ise this... because I was kickede oute???? :(

[djr4dical]

HELL YEAH! They shouldn’t be doing this to you in the first place..

[scooter-battleere]

... Oh ! Okaye! Happye to k now someone cares :)

[djr4dical]

I’m too scared for what’s to come, oooh.. Those blues are gonna GET it! I’m gonna get their asses and— And..

No. No! Shouldn’t say that, mmyeah.. Shouldn’t.. Haha. I got hired to lead this district in the first place.

[scooter-battleere]

Ise this... because I was kickede oute???? :(

[scooter-battleere]

Ime up... listening to Radicals aweseome musice :]

[djr4dical]

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK!

A loud knocking comes from the disco party's front doors. Outside, a familiar someone stands, leaning on the stair's rails and trying not to topple over and fall back down the stairs due to how tired he was.

(Signed, @scooter-battleere!)

Right by the counter of the bar, he was pathetically drying away a washed up cup. His broken hand nearly healed, but not quite healed enough to function again.

His car? In a mint clean condition again, especially after such incident that left him in the chokehold.

Just as he was going to daydream once again—

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK!

(Geez, wonder who that could be.)

Putting down the dried up cup, Radical went forward towards the exit of the disco club. Opening up the door to see..

“Scoots? Hey! Watcha doing here! I’m glad to see a visitor at this place.. You doin’ A-OK?”

[scooter-battleere]

"...Radical..."

Scooter Battler blearily stared at the DJ he usually looked up to, hair sticking up in nearly 17 directions beneath his helmet (as if it didn't already). He leaned a little harder on the railing, forcing his eyes open - though he started to blink pretty hardly.

"...I.. I'm fine. Heh."

He smiled, but it quickly fell back into a tired stare. I mean... it was almost 5 in the morning, from what he remembered.

"Can.. Can I come in? My leader won't me back into the base. Got.. um, nowhere to go."

[djr4dical]

Radical looked right further at Scooter, seeing his tired appearance was enough to make him feel guilt. His numbah one fan, poorly mistreated by his boss.

“What the hell happened to ya!? You look more porcupine than me! Not to be offensive.. come right in,”

Using his free hand, he opens the door right up and gestures Scooter Battler to come right in. The disco lights still being dimmed down due to it being closing hours.

“I ain’t the one to be a jerk, but your boss was being an idiot for kicking you outta the team. Course, not to be a blue fan.”

[scooter-battleere]

"Ah... thanks, man."

Scooter trudged in, immediately sitting on the nearest seat. God, whatever happened back at his base had him really tuckered out... probably from all the arguing he had to do against his boss. He sighed.

"I'm pretty glad y- you're here for me, you... you know?"

Siighh..

"Usually people wouldn't... take me in this late. They would.. uh.. shoo me off, I think."

He looked up at the ceiling. He could barely remember what happened; it felt like a headache. He just leaned against the table, nearly drifting off.

[scooter-battleere]

listening to hero from mili rn.... why does it kinda fit scooter battler lowkey -Mod 🦐

[djr4dical]

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK!

A loud knocking comes from the disco party's front doors. Outside, a familiar someone stands, leaning on the stair's rails and trying not to topple over and fall back down the stairs due to how tired he was.

(Signed, @scooter-battleere!)

Right by the counter of the bar, he was pathetically drying away a washed up cup. His broken hand nearly healed, but not quite healed enough to function again.

His car? In a mint clean condition again, especially after such incident that left him in the chokehold.

Just as he was going to daydream once again—

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK!

(Geez, wonder who that could be.)

Putting down the dried up cup, Radical went forward towards the exit of the disco club. Opening up the door to see..

“Scoots? Hey! Watcha doing here! I’m glad to see a visitor at this place.. You doin’ A-OK?”

[scooter-battleere]

"...Radical..."

Scooter Battler blearily stared at the DJ he usually looked up to, hair sticking up in nearly 17 directions beneath his helmet (as if it didn't already). He leaned a little harder on the railing, forcing his eyes open - though he started to blink pretty hardly.

"...I.. I'm fine. Heh."

He smiled, but it quickly fell back into a tired stare. I mean... it was almost 5 in the morning, from what he remembered.

"Can.. Can I come in? My leader won't me back into the base. Got.. um, nowhere to go."

[scooter-battleere]

Bosse . hatesse me. Trirede to kicke me out. I ffele so ittered .ime going to sleep. On the grass

[djr4dical]

..You alright, pal? Geez. Your boss is surely a jerk. Meet me by the disco, yeah?.. I’m really worried.

[scooter-battleere]

Ime. One my way. RRadiclae

[scooter-battleere]

BLACK AND BLUE BLOG?

BLACK AND BLUE KEVIN!

...?!??!!!!? WHOE IS KEVIN>?????//

(mod 🦐 note - i love this image)

[scooter-battleere]

Bosse . hatesse me. Trirede to kicke me out. I ffele so ittered .ime going to sleep. On the grass

[scooter-battleere]

Ever met any of the Higher Ups at Blue team? Like, the Tarnished?

...Tarnished That ise . Oh boy. I only sawe Tarnished Sword :( Verye scary :( I never wante to see him again ccause he triede to KILLE ME!!!!

[scooter-battleere]

So, how does it feel being part of the Genocidal- COF COF, Blue Team

Geno... caiedal..?? Why are youse coughing :( do youse need water...?? My leader is only doing this fore uh.... Self protectione!!! Is what he tolde me ... Oh. Uh My leader is very impatiente ... but he is verye nice :)

[djr4dical]

There’s a looot of war campaigns now.. Something about those Blues showing up. Mark my words, they’re probably something to not worry about!

[scooter-battleere]

My leader killede a God.

[djr4dical]

WHAT THE WHAT??

[scooter-battleere]

Cesuse... or Bedriiddeen.......... iI forgote

[djr4dical]

There’s a looot of war campaigns now.. Something about those Blues showing up. Mark my words, they’re probably something to not worry about!

[scooter-battleere]

My leader killede a God.