Between a rock and a hard place.

Listen up, because I'm not saying this again. The name is Ethel Scott, and you will call me Ma'am, or you will call me Soldier, or you will call me Scott. None of this pet name crap. The first thing you need to know is that I do not take shit from anyone. You cross me, I'm sending you to Kingdom Come. You got that, you worm? ((This is a blog for Ethel George Scott, a choleric TF2 OC under the employ of RED as a Soldier. There will likely be content here that is NSFW, so take heed. You have been warned. As a disclaimer, the views and beliefs of Ethel Scott do not necessarily reflect those of her RPer. We cool with that? Okay. Background image by Ren; sidebar image by Ultra.))

[the-desert-fox]

((Not 100% sure I should be showing this in-progress, but... it's not like Sims doesn't know I'm up to something anyway.

Not finished yet. Not by a damn sight.))

[the-desert-fox]

((Pertaining to Ethel's hatred of blood on clothing, if she were to ever find a bloodied article that wasn't hers, she'd still feel the need to wash it))

((Probably. It's not just clothing that she'd feel the need to wash. Floor, carpet, something belonging to a friend... most anything that's stained, particularly outside of battle.

She's worked really hard to dumb it down, but it still gets her sometimes.))

[breakingmacy-deactivated2012040]

Write a Head-canon about my character

[princessofplunderarchive]

If it’s good enough I’ll keep it.

[aredwithalist-blog]

((this could be interesting))

[the-desert-fox]

This one is feisty. She likes that! A familiar pain shot up through her arm when the RED twists her appendage. "Let's play, sweetie-pie." The Soldier hissed before attempting to ram her knee into Ethel's stomach.

*She backs away just fast enough to avoid the blow, letting go of the BLU's arm in the process. She gets into position and throws a few quick strikes at Vodka's own midsection to get things started.*

Gotta be faster, sugar!

[the-desert-fox]

Her fingers wiggle a bit and she flashes a wide grin. "You know it isn't nice not to accept gifts. I don't think a little lady like you can handle something like me."

*She sneers as goes to twist the other woman's arm harder.*

Why don't we find out, babycakes?

[the-desert-fox]

((Apparently "desertfox" isn't taken.

I'd switch to it, since dashes in the handle make it impossible to tag it properly, but then that'd break a whole lot of links because Tumblr's just great like that. :I

What do?))

[the-desert-fox]

"HOW DOES IT FEEL TO LOSE, PRINCESS? I BET IT FEELS FANTASTIC. HERE, HAVE A CUTE STICKER. THE PINK UNICORN MATCHES YOUR EYES." Happily pastes a chubby unicorn sticker onto her cheek and stomps away.

*Grabs at Vodka's wrist before she can put the sticker on her face, aiming to twist it.*

If I recall correctly, we didn't really get to square off yesterday, sweetie. How about we fix that now?

[musings-old-main]

I know I may haff gone over bored but it hurtz vhen zhey don’t even try to eat it. Juzt because I like muta— Because I like being inventive doesn’t mean I try to poison everyvone I met.

[the-desert-fox]

*Squints at his choice of words.*

Experimentation in the kitchen is fine, but not when it involves mad science, Doc. And especially not if you’ve got a whole team you’re cooking for.

Taste-testing your own food wouldn’t hurt if you want to get creative, either. Did you do that before offering it to the rest of us?

[musings-old-main]

I alvayz ate my own food. Even zhe Uber-bacon! *finishes forming the patties and gets out the skillet* Und even after all I did to zhat possum, I am 95% zure I can schtill reproduce.

[the-desert-fox]

Well, that's fair en--

*There's a beat of silence.*

Possum? After all you did to it?

*She eyes the meat Boid is cooking with newfound disgust and suspicion.*

[musings-old-main]

*Gets out some hamburger meat and starts making patties* I hope you people know ve lozt because no vone ate for dayz…

[the-desert-fox]

If you hadn’t been blocking access to the kitchen, that might not have happened.

I get you were insulted, but you can’t keep people from eating anything else just because they don’t want to eat what you’ve made.

[musings-old-main]

I know I may haff gone over bored but it hurtz vhen zhey don’t even try to eat it. Juzt because I like muta— Because I like being inventive doesn’t mean I try to poison everyvone I met.

[the-desert-fox]

*Squints at his choice of words.*

Experimentation in the kitchen is fine, but not when it involves mad science, Doc. And especially not if you've got a whole team you're cooking for.

Taste-testing your own food wouldn't hurt if you want to get creative, either. Did you do that before offering it to the rest of us?

[musings-old-main]

Vell… * Boid held up his arms with a shrug* I zuppose I could make food! how’z zhat zound? >:l

[the-desert-fox]

Actual food’s a requirement, yes.

Porkchops. Hamburgers. Chicken. Mashed potatoes. Any of that sound like stuff you can make?

[musings-old-main]

Hamburgerz und mashed potatoez it iz.

[the-desert-fox]

Fine. That’ll work.

*She settles in, keeping a close eye on him so she can make sure what he makes is safe.*

[musings-old-main]

*Gets out some hamburger meat and starts making patties* I hope you people know ve lozt because no vone ate for dayz…

[the-desert-fox]

If you hadn't been blocking access to the kitchen, that might not have happened.

I get you were insulted, but you can't keep people from eating anything else just because they don't want to eat what you've made.

[fitness-barbie]

Anonymously message me (1) thing you want to know about me.

[musings-old-main]

Vell… * Boid held up his arms with a shrug* I zuppose I could make food! how’z zhat zound? >:l

[the-desert-fox]

Actual food’s a requirement, yes.

Porkchops. Hamburgers. Chicken. Mashed potatoes. Any of that sound like stuff you can make?

[musings-old-main]

Hamburgerz und mashed potatoez it iz.

[the-desert-fox]

Fine. That'll work.

*She settles in, keeping a close eye on him so she can make sure what he makes is safe.*

[musings-old-main]

Fine. vhat do you vant?

[the-desert-fox]

What can you actually make? Besides macaroni.

*She pulls up a chair and sits down.*

[musings-old-main]

Vell… * Boid held up his arms with a shrug* I zuppose I could make food! how’z zhat zound? >:l

[the-desert-fox]

Actual food's a requirement, yes.

Porkchops. Hamburgers. Chicken. Mashed potatoes. Any of that sound like stuff you can make?

[musings-old-main]

the-desert-fox answered your question: Attention Teammatez!

Let me cook.

How about you zubmit zomezhing you vant und you let me do my job?

[musings-old-main]

the-desert-fox:

Only if I’m watching.

Fine. vhat do you vant?

[the-desert-fox]

What can you actually make? Besides macaroni.

*She pulls up a chair and sits down.*

[sentrygoinup-deactivated2019112]

Seeing Ethel approaching his Sentry, Buck edged toward her from her left and slightly behind, hoping that the machine had her full attention. Raising his shotgun, he opened fire. That one felt like a bad shot, but he didn’t wait to see before firing again. 

[the-desert-fox]

Ethel was alerted to the presence of an enemy from the report of the first shot, but not fast enough to get out of the way of the second. She suddenly had a side full of buckshot as she tried to roll out of the way.

Now bleeding heavily and more than a little pissed, she focused her attention on the Engineer instead, unloading her remaining rockets at his face.

[sentrygoinup-deactivated2019112]

He emptied his shotgun at her before the barrage of rockets sent him to Respawn. Back in the Resupply room, head spinning and his empty stomach churning like an overloaded washing machine, he reloaded his gun and his supply of metal and ran back into the fray. 

[the-desert-fox]

Well, the Engie was down, but now Ethel had even more buckshot in her system to deal with. Fucking great...

She grabbed her own shotgun and emptied it at the Sentry behind her, hoping to God that it was enough to do the thing in at this point. She really wished she'd found more than that to destroy, but at this instant, she couldn't spare the time to look.

She moved as fast as her failing body could take her, hoping to crawl to a Medkit or a Medic instead of having to go through the system again herself.

[sentrygoinup-deactivated2019112]

Feeling cagier than usual, Buck quickly set up a Level 3 Dispenser behind one of the stacks of crates he usually hid behind. With the machine built, he jogged over to another stack of crates and began to build his Sentry, keeping one eye on the field constantly. His hand itched to hold his Frontier Justice and he watched the other mercs enviously. Once his Sentry was up, he’d be out there too, no longer standing around like a stack of pancakes. For once in his life, he wanted to fight. 

[the-desert-fox]

Ethel approached the Sentry, cautious enough to remain out of its range. It didn’t look like its Engineer was nearby. That was going to make taking it out easier, then.

Crouching and taking aim, she proceeded to fire away at the little machine.

[sentrygoinup-deactivated2019112]

Seeing Ethel approaching his Sentry, Buck edged toward her from her left and slightly behind, hoping that the machine had her full attention. Raising his shotgun, he opened fire. That one felt like a bad shot, but he didn’t wait to see before firing again. 

[the-desert-fox]

Ethel was alerted to the presence of an enemy from the report of the first shot, but not fast enough to get out of the way of the second. She suddenly had a side full of buckshot as she tried to roll out of the way.

Now bleeding heavily and more than a little pissed, she focused her attention on the Engineer instead, unloading her remaining rockets at his face.

[sentrygoinup-deactivated2019112]

Feeling cagier than usual, Buck quickly set up a Level 3 Dispenser behind one of the stacks of crates he usually hid behind. With the machine built, he jogged over to another stack of crates and began to build his Sentry, keeping one eye on the field constantly. His hand itched to hold his Frontier Justice and he watched the other mercs enviously. Once his Sentry was up, he’d be out there too, no longer standing around like a stack of pancakes. For once in his life, he wanted to fight. 

[the-desert-fox]

Ethel approached the Sentry, cautious enough to remain out of its range. It didn't look like its Engineer was nearby. That was going to make taking it out easier, then.

Crouching and taking aim, she proceeded to fire away at the little machine.