A man on the run

"Shhh please, I don't want anyone to know I'm up here, I'm Zane, now hurry you need to leave" [Independent rp account for TF2 BLU Sniper. I claim nothing unless otherwise stated so]

[skittishsniper]

My poor baby I don't rp with you enough

I need to be more active here  starting with changing the blog theme and stuff...

[skittishsniper]

abussed is the abusser || Ben & Zane

Though Zane had been doing the same routing as he had for the past few weeks, the fact that he was now on the third floor instead of the second, just felt so odd to him. Maybe is was because He hadn't gone straight to the crows nest, as he would have when he was staying with Lyle. Other the the times he had encountered the demo, the sniper was growing more and more comfortable with just roaming the battle field. 

His mind had been focused on other things, muisc he was writing, his younger brother and sister, and the medic that he had not heard from in forever. Yes, Marcy had spoke to him about how Isaak was doing, but it had been a while since Zane had actually talked to him. 

Comming back from his thoughts, he looked up realizing where he he had been walking to. The large door to the medibay greeted him kindly. He might as well see how the friend had been doing. 

"Isaak?" he called knocking before pushing the heavy door open. 

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Amie held the young man’s finger, letting out a small bell like sigh. What could have happened to him? It couldn’t be any worse than being three inches tall. 

[skittishsniper]

Looking up at the clock, he stood up now realizing the time. "Ye main be guttin'," he began before looking back down at her. "Dae ye need anythin'?" 

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Taking the small bit of lead she flew over to the piece of paper and wrote as best as she could, Thank goodness you have arrived! I have been changed and I do not know how to return to my original state. I could cry right now, I am just so relieved to see you.

Finishing up, she stood on the paper and smiled sadly at the other. 

[skittishsniper]

"Mebbe it will wear aff?" he said, getting down on his knees to he was level with her at the table. He held a finger out to her in an attempt to comfort the other. 

"aam in th' sam boat as ye, an' mah ends in tois days." 

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The pixie looked up at her roommate with a relieved expression and flew up in front of their face, jingling away as she tried to explain what had happened to her. Pixie dust fell from under her and onto the floor  as she moved her arms in gestures as she “talked”. She hoped the other would understand something she had said. 

[skittishsniper]

The sniper watched her in confusion trying his best to understand what she was saying. 

"Uh sorry lass," he said a concerned look on his face. "Ah cannae gie at whit yoo're sayin'." Quick to think he pulled his notepad out of his pocket along with the pencil he always carried. It may have been to big for her but if he broke the lead it could work. 

Snapping it with just his thumb he held it out to her as he set the notebook down somewhere flat.

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*wakes up and yawns, letting out tiny jingles*

[skittishsniper]

"Amie?"

[skittishsniper]

M!A: Pinocchio - Muse has been turned into a "real boy" for two days.

As much as he wanted to jump up and smile he couldn’t.

"It’s only temporary," he sighed pulling the hood of his jacket over her head. "It’ll never be real…"

~*~*~*~Poof~*~*~*~

[skittishsniper]

Butts

Zane had been sitting in the snow for several hours far out away from Coldfront. He wasn't sure if anybody had noticed he was gone, or if anybody had cared. However it didn't reall matter to him, as long as nobody would bother him then he would be fine.

His hands on his nose, he took a deep breath and held it as he popped the broken bone back into place. Hot blood ran down his throat and over his lips. His fingers running over his skin finding bruises, parts of where his lip was busted, and a black eye already forming. His boots had loosed and gone numb from all the running he did in his escape, and now he was just trying not to freeze to death.

His eyes examined the sky above, the sniper searched for the warm sun. Only the dark cold clouds remained, an ice cold blanket covering the earth for miles. A sigh between breaths he now had searched the perimeter for any sighs of the nightly blizzard. He needed to get home before dark.

Dragging his legs, Zane walked for miles through the snow. His pants soaking wet and his lower half numb from sitting for so long. Stumbling into the base he had made sure he was avoding both Mikey and Lyle. 

When had the last round end? Was everybody back home? He was not going to dare walk into the men's locker room. If mikey had told the entire base, he only hoped he wouldn't be beaten on the spot. 

Watching his surrounding he made sure nobody was near as he entered the girls locker room, locking the door behind him. For extra procousion he had quickly found a chair shoving it against the door for extra weight. 

Frighten out of his wits he walked around the room, locking all door and window and to make sure he truely was alone. After sitting awhile on a bench in his cold wet pants, he had made the decition to shower in one of the stall in the back of the room. His clothing he kept near, as well as several towels and his weapon. It felt nice to shower, even if it was just for the moment.

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Secrets Unkept || Zane & Mikey

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Mikey held onto the other’s shirt easily, being a fair amount stronger than the freckled young man. He did, however, drop to the floor when he was kicked, the fire in his eyes only growing in intensity. He grabbed at the bottom of Zane’s shirt, pulling him down to his level with a harsh tug. He pushed the other onto his back with a rough shove, pinning him to the floor by sitting on his hips. He threw punches at Zane, spitting out words that were accented by each fist making contact with his face. “Yer pretteh good at takin’ punches for a stupid girl,” he spat.

[skittishsniper]

Well being punched was an everyday thing to Zane back home. His stepfather constantly beating the kid half to death. This situation with just another day and the position he was in, was a situation he had easily learned to escape from, it only took a little time.

With each of the demo's punches the sniper twisted his body sharply following which way his head snapped. With the second punch Zane snapped in the opposite direction bending his right leg, with it sitting just below Mikey. A thrid strike and sniper leg  was finally free with an instant kick to the elders chest. Knocking Mickey back gave Zane enough room and time to bring his other foot up and follow his last kick with a strong strike to the face. 

With his opponent on the floor grabbing at his face, the sniper made a break for h door grabbing his rifle along the way. He had barely made it out of the apartment door without falling face first into the snow. 

Tear weld up in his eyes as he ran, where to? He didn't know, just somewhere away Mickey, Lyle, anyone tha would have a reason to beat him up. He only wanted to escape, to go home, but he had no home to return to.

[ronnieknoxville]

Ronald’s expression brightened almost immediately, happy to hear someone from his home country. Of course, he didn’t remember much about said country, but it was a comforting voice, no less. 

“‘Ey, I didn’t realize ye were Scottish!” he said with a happy grin, holding out a hand to the younger, “Names Ronald! Ronald Knox. ‘S a pleasure, lad!” He was moderately curious as to who this ‘drunk bastard’ was and what he’d done to make the other want to point a gun at him, but decided to save the questions for later.

[skittishsniper]

A smile small smile tugged at his features he stood up staight. Most people he knew didn't react well to a gun pointed in their face. It was quickly dropped however when their other reached for a hand shake. His hands where so feminine it bothered him to the point where he'd stuff his gloves at times, just to make them seem bulkie. 

He hesitated for a moment but quickly shook off the thought before pulling his hand out of his pocket and shaking. Ronald, he told himself, trying his best to smile back. "Zane McFodden," he replied with a small nod.

[ronnieknoxville]

Oh, for fuck’s sake. That had been the second time he was hit by a stranger in the past week. He barely moved an inch upon the impact of the other’s hand, sighing quietly to himself. Why was it that when he tried to be kind, people always responded in a negative way? Did he seem scary to others? He didn’t think so. He watched the younger point his gun at him with a raised brow, slipping his hands into his pockets.

"Yeesh, I was jus’ tryin’ t’ ‘elp, lad," he muttered, "Go a’ead, try an’ shoot me. I dare ye." Really, he wasn’t in much of a mood for this kind of thing, at the moment. "Ye won’t like th’ result, I can promise."

[skittishsniper]

In shock Zane had barely heard the other speak until he had picked up the word lad. A scott? He had lowered the gun finally listening to last of the other's sentence.

"Eye ah, sorry," was all he could mannage to say through his mumble of words. It was alwaysoff bt with a scott he always felt a little more at ease. " 'ave 'ad 'nough for ah day, ya know?" The gun had finally returned to the halter at his belt and his hands back into his warm pockets. "Ah took yah for som' otah drunk bastard."

[ronnieknoxville]

skittishsniper has knocked on Death’s door!

Ronald had seen a lot of nervous people in his days, but he had never seen someone quite so jumpy as this poor kid. He wasn’t sure why, exactly, but he could tell the young man was certainly upset about something, and he supposed he would try to make him feel more comfortable. Approaching the other, he placed a gloved hand on his shoulder with a friendly smile on his features. “‘Ey, lad, are ye alrigh’?” he asked, hoping that the other wouldn’t be too frightened by him.

[skittishsniper]

Even away from base Zane couldn't shake the feeling of beeing watched, and it was all because of his stupid sister slipping his dirty little secret. Grabbing the collar of his jacket the sniper dug his head between his sholder walking with a slight hunch. His eyes focused on the ground, he watching the little footprints he made with each step in the cold white snow. 

It wasn't until it was almost to late that he noticed the other walking along behind him with a hand rested on the snipers shoulder.  Instinctlively, one had reached for the gun at his side before the other swang upwards hitting the taller man in the jaw. Stubbling back he watched the distance and scanned the rest of the buildings to just to be safe. Zane's hands shaking, he placed both hands against the small mini gun trying to keep a steady aim at Ronalds chest.

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Secrets Unkept || Zane & Mikey

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Mikey chuckled darkly, shaking his head as he tightened his grip on the other’s shirt. “Uh-uh. Don’t try ta play dumb, ya stupid cunt.Ya sistah told me—y’know, da cute red-head? I ain’t da sharpest tool in da shed, but I can put two an’ two tageddah, Sarah.” 

With a furious scowl on his face, he slammed Zane up against the wall, pulling back his fist to send it into the other’s nose with a sickening crunch.

[skittishsniper]

His head snapping back, Zane's fingers had quickly covered where the blood began to feel. He was shocked at how easily the other had broken his nose, something that usually took a second or third hit for him. 

Fight, fight, fight! No it wasn't his voice, yelling in his ear. But he didn't seem to really listen. Gripped at the others hand Zane had made an attempt to rip his shirt, free. While doing so his balance had finally come back and with a swift kick he had brough his foot up hard and fast between the others legs. 

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Secrets Unkept || Zane & Mikey

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"Open da door dis fuckin’ minute, ya piece a’ shit faggot, ‘fore I blow it ta bits myself!!" Mikey shouted, continuously pounding on the wood with his fist. After a moment or two, he scoffed, backing away from the door about ten feet and pulling his stickybomb launcher from his bag to shoot the explosives around the frame of the door. After making sure he was far enough away that he won’t get hurt, he set off the devices, storming into the room to grab the other by the collar of his shirt. "I heard you’re keepin’ a secret from us, buddy,” he spat.

[skittishsniper]

"What?" For a moment or so Zane was confused as to what the other was speaking of, but when realizing what it might be he nearly froze.  His hand gripped on to the others hand as if trying to pry his fingers off. 

Who? Who could have let his secret slip? Amie? Edmond? Elliot? Isaak? No they were to careful when they spoke. And Unless Isaak or Elliot beaten half to death, then...

His mind trailed and soon it had just become a mess of fear and explination.  "Mike, you alright?" he began trying to play it calm.

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Secrets Unkept || Zane & Mikey

Mikey stormed back to his shared apartment, furious about this new-found information. How dare she lie to him, and about something as serious as this, no less! He burst through the door, looking around for his teammate as he shouted. “Zane!” he shouted into the apartment, “Where in da hell are ya?!”

[skittishsniper]

The day had so far had been alright, everything had become quiet around the base, and everybody seemed to be ignoring eachother. That was until Mikey had called out for him. Sitting in his warm bedroom with little scribbled notes on his paper he froze in horror hearing Mikey call for him. After a moment of silence only did the sniper scramble to his feet locking the door and begining on building a baricade against his door. 

[skittishsniper]

The Mute, The Douche and The Insane || Zane, Mikey & Isaak

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"Told off Marcy an’ she shot me," he huffed, "I knew her back home, an’ we don’t really get along anymore. She’s my brother’s best friend, for some stupid reason." 

He walked in silence for a moment or two before speaking up once again. “How far’s the medbay, exactly? Don’t wanna rush ya or nothin’, but I am kinda bleedin’ out here. Just, so ya know.”

[skittishsniper]

Well that explained it. Most of the base had a bad temper. 

"Ah sorry," he replied picking up the pase. Stepping up to the doors of the base, the large metal doors quickly opened and closed behind the two surrounding them in the warm air.

"Ah doon tae 'all tae th' reit, naw far."

[skittishsniper]

The Mute, The Douche and The Insane || Zane, Mikey & Isaak

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"Well," he murmured, "I can, but I don’t think ‘at’s a good idea, right now.” He assisted in pushing himself off of the ground, wincing as he did so. “I’ll do my best, though.” He looked about the area that he happened to be in, wondering how anybody here could stand the cold. This was fucking ridiculous.

"If ya couldn’t tell by now, I’m new. Name’s Mikey. And you’re…?"

[skittishsniper]

The other's words hadn't yet registered to the sniper. His mind was somewhere else trying ti figure out the easiest and fastest way to the medbay. 

"Uh whae? Oh ah, ayem Zane." A arm over his shoulder and his at the mans side. He slowly began to walk towards the base keeping to the others pace. 

"Mikey he repeated trying to get the sound right. "So 'owed yah end up like this?"