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Shaz raised a brow and lifted her head to peer at Louie. Oh, you've grabbed her interest now. "Ya sure ya weren't just runnin' away 'cause ya a scaredy cat?" She was just teasing him now, that's not very nice of you Shaz. Honestly, she couldn't really view Louie as a mobster, he was way too ... what's the word ... tame? Then again, she had absolutely no idea how mobs worked so her opinion was poo poo. "Oh yeah? Go on then, tell me more. 'm interested."

“Oh, y’know, nothin’ major. I was in the mob, right? But I never did nothin’ too bad myself.” Ooo, a chance to boast a little? Excellent. “Had to leave a few joints in an awful hurry though, I tell ya! But fer the most part bein’ part a the family kept me outta trouble with the law. But other gangs? That was a different story!” Yes Shaz. gather round and Louie will weave you a tale of gang-land Chicago.

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"Oh, please, I've 'ad m'fair share of nights in a cell." Usually involving forms of violence. She'd never been set to prison, she'd just spent the night in the local police department in a cell. "I mean, usually I could outrun 'em but there was a couple a' times I weren't exactly in t'shape t'run away." Yes, she often threw herself into the midst of brawls ... in hindsight, that wasn't exactly the best couple of ideas she'd ever had. "What about y'self?" Yes, Shaz, pester his tired little head even more!

“Right you are, Shazpuff. What are they gonna do, kill us?” He chuckles weakly, sinking yet further into the chair. He was still a little fatigued after Friday it seems. “Yeah, we’re a sneaky lot-ain’t no dust gatherin’ on us! You never been in trouble with the pigs before then?” Lou’s curious, but he’s guessing even if Shaz had ever had a run in with the law, she managed to get out of it. After all, she was here wasn’t she? Hell, he wouldn’t be surprised if she could outrun a cop car. Whoosh, like lighting. Poor Lou’s sleepy brain is being silly now.

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Shaz isn't even going to bother replying to that, she just chuckles and shakes her head. Oh, Louie, you silly goose. U is an important letter! You can't just get rid of it whenever you feel necessary.

Shaz is quite the little law-breaker and was a naughty biscuit back in Huddersfield. It's kind of one of the reasons she took up TFI's offer, just to get away from the bad image she'd painted of herself. Everyone back home thought she was taking some sport degree or something over in the States. They weren't exactly in the know about her weekly killing sprees. "The most they do is give a couple dirty looks," Shaz throws in, curling up on the armchair, "besides, if they did anythin' then, well, 'm pretty sure any of us could get out of it."

“We can too spell! We just, uh, make it better is all.”

He shuffles back in his seat, trying to get comfy while simultaneously not jarring his poor legs. Briefly he considers lighting up again, but finds he just can’t be bothered. So instead still smirking at Shaz’s law-breaking he leans as far back as he can and adjusts his hat so that it almost covers his eyes. “Fair nuff! I know if I was one a the fuzz ‘round here I wouldn’t wanna mess with any one a us, no matter what we was doin’.”

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Aye. I kinda saw the back of ya head when ya ran away.

... Nice choice of pink. *snicker.*

scatterguns-and-tea replied to your post: Hey mah hair’s back ta no’mal! Woo hoo!!

Ya know, if ya didn’t run away I coulda just re-dyed ya ‘air. :I

*shrieks* You-you knew all along?!? WAAAT 

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"Makes ya seem like a bunch of idiots who can't spell." Shaz smirked at Louie, nose up. And then he shuffles to the couch and she notices the little mess ups he makes. That's definitely not normal. He's such a liar! "Yup." And then the penny drops for Louie as he makes the connection. Shaz snickers and nods softly. "Heh, aye. It's not like anyone is gonna ask any questions!" She sits her little butt down on the arm chair and sighs, staring at the ceiling.

“No way, you tell me it don’t make more sense ta drop all them ‘u’s ya don’t need!” Damn, he can’t really stay standing like this forever, his legs are playing up already.  So over he wanders to the nearest couch, making an effort not to look too stumble-y and still looking at her over his shoulder as he flops down. “You could drive? Wait… you’ve been drinkin’ in the States since I met ya. So all this time-” He breaks into a chuckle.

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God Louie, Shaz is getting pretty moody with you constantly dodging her questions! She folds her arms and taps her foot a little. Fine, if he wants to be stubborn about avoiding it then he can. She doesn't care! "Alright, if ya say so ..." She tries to suppress a little smile at the way he speaks about England. "Y'know, it's actually YOU who spells everythin' wrong." She wants to shove him playfully but she's still worried about how he's coping so she resists the urge. "Yeah, I could drink 'n' drive." And have sex but we won't talk about that.

Still standing pretty resolutely in place (if he moves she might notice the limp) he tries to make the smile seem more natural. “Right you are, just gotta roll with the punches!” Then as he listens, he realizes he’s actually kind of curious, and not in the ‘find out stuff to blackmail people with later’ way. And so he brushes her well-appreciated concern away with a playful gesture. “Yeah, I’m doin’ okay. It’s funny, I ain’t so good with geography. I guess all I know ‘bout England is that they gotta lot of tea and they spell lotsa words wrong. So you could already drink, drive etc. over there?

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She bobbed her head a little and frowned; didn't sound like Louie was having the best time right now. "I guess that we all 'ave our down days 'nd stuff?" Yeah, especially down when your legs are pretty much shredded. Stop it, Shaz, you're stressing yourself out. "Oh, I guess it's pretty cool! Just means I legally get t'do all the shit I did back 'ome again heh." Ah, yes. Rubbing the back of her neck, the scout huffed a little. "Ya sure ya okay?"

“Maybe I was a little down. I was lookin’ forward to doin’ well, show Admin I’m worth my weight ‘round here after everythin’ that happened earlier. But whattaya gonna do?” Hmm, she still doesn’t look too happy, he’ll switch subjects. Besides, she doesn’t want to hear about his icky hamburger legs or his general sense of unease. Shit, had he gotten rid of that note yet? ”Gripin’ ain’t gonna help much. But what about you, how’s 21 treatin’ ya?”

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Shaz then felt very awkward. Okay, tread lightly! "Well, ya just ... uh. Ya seemed a little pissed off earlier." Oh and, you know, I saw your very much dead corpse on the battlefield and it looked like you put dynamite in your socks so I just wanted to check up and see if you were doing swell and not having any of those pain in the arse ghost pains or stuff. Wow, that sounded so god damn creepy so she decided to keep that part a bit quiet for now. "I just ... wanted to know 'ow ya were doin'. 'Cause you looked fucked off." Yeah, don't let him on your secrets!

“Pssh, same as after every lost battle, y’know? It ain’t the greatest feelin’, but I’ll get over it.” His little act is ruined somewhat by the way he’s subconsciously rubbing the back of his head where he got his brains blown out. “You get a eye-fulla that new Engineer on BLU though? Looks like I’m gonna have to step up my game.” He stubs out his cigarette under one shoe, suddenly curious. “Why’d you ask anyways? Am I lookin’ less than my usual handsome self or somethin’?”

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*Personal space? What's that?* Oh yeah! Remember seein' 'im chasin' after ya, pantin' like a dog 'nd sweatin' pretty bad. *That's right, laugh at the older men on your team, you little shit bag Shaz.* So ... 'ow ya feelin' 'bout gettin' that thing fired up? Nervous? Or excited? Ya said it 'asn't been used before, right? Like ... it's a prototype or some shite like that? *Shaz was pretty interested in his new uber valve. She wanted to see it in action! See Leroy rip off some heads! Well, put some bullet holes in some people at least.*

-He simmered back down once Shaz gets out of him personal bubble, of which he sort of folds his arms over his glowy man boobies.- ..S’fine, I guess I don’t blame ya fuh bein’ curious. .. It’s fackin’ weird, I know. An, uh.. Well I know dat Kristof’s got himself a Quick Fix. .. I’unno, dough, he made dis ting sound pretty special? ..Heh, even wit’ his Quick Fix, dough, Kristof was beat from duh last time he healed me. -Snickers.- I guess we won’t really know, dough, till somebody actually tries it out on me moah den he did in his, uh.. Lab ting. 

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*Leroy sure was brave allowing himself to be a medical guinea pig! Shaz could never do that herself. She couldn't help but smirk and shake her head when he questioned the brashness of fondling touching his chest.* Sorry, heh. Just wanted to know just 'ow 'ot ya meant. *Okay, Shaz, stop touching Leroy's nips. Pulling her mits away she shoved them back into her pockets and sat back in the arm chair.* Always a silver linin', eh? ... Would any of our medics even be able t'keep up with ya when ya get Ubered? *Shaz snorted a little. Heh, Kristof running along after a scout. Heh heh heh...*

..Well ya gotsa be extreme tuh be real good. ..I mean ya gots an ubachahge, right? Ya went trough duh same suhgary.. S’jus’. .. .. Mines a bit less.. .. Tested. -Try, not at all. Leroy cleared his throat and quirked his brow at her.- ..Ah, heh.. I guess, it.. Kinda tingles when it happens. -And there’d be a lot more where that came from when she put her paw on his BOOBIES which embarrassed as well as surprised him. Dragon it up, Leery.- .. Gee, ya not even gonna ask fahst? -That was a stupid remark, she didn’t ask to even touch your ass, like she’s gonna ask any other time.- But uh. Yeh, s’hot. I guess I neva liked bein’ cold, so.. It aint’ duh wahst ting dat coulda happened tuh me. 

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*The whole time Leroy was explaining, Shaz's hand was twitching a little. When he mentioned the constant heat she had to shove them in her pockets to stop them from reaching out on their own. Oh, she wanted to touch.* Damn, Bongo, that's kinda extreme. I mean, I can understand wantin' to win but-- holy SHIT. *She watched as the fumes were expelled from his nostrils wide eyed.* Ya like a fucken' dragon or somethin'. *God damn it, fuck this. Shaz removed her hands from her pockets and scooted to the edge of the arm chair and ... touch. That was pretty warm.*

… .. I told him tuh do it. -He admitted with a cough, then folding his arms to rest his noggin upon.- ..I wanned an advantage on duh field. So. I let’em fack wit’ me. Winnin’ means a lot tuh me. -Leave out the fact you were failing epically and feeling like a pathetic weakling so you let a strange German man rifle through your guts.- ..Well, it ain’t as bad as yestahday, it’s.. Gettin’ used tuh duh heat dat’s, like.. I dunno, constantly in dere.. -Leroy gave a pat to his chest.- My body feels kinna soah, I guess.. Dis moahnin’ I woke up feelin’ like I drank fiddy cups a’cawfee, or sometin’, an’ I ran fuh miles, an’ miles.. Den suddenly got fackin’ tiyahed as shit now I don’ wanna move an’ I’m constantly hangry. -Shrugs and huffs, tendrils of red fumes escapin’ his nostrils.- He said s’gonna take ‘while befoah my body’s used tuh it an’ m’gonna hafta train, but s’gonna be wort’ it. M’gonna kick some fackin’ ass.

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*Leroy grimaces at Shaz’s DOOKIE jokes, grumpy enough as it was he didn’t need to be teased already about what was giving him so much pain* ..Neidda, duh Doc jus’.. Facked wit’ my Ubah ting an’. .. .. He said dat it ain’t gonna go away like.. Nahmal.

*Shaz blinks once, twice, three times and then scrunches her face up.* Weh? Why'd 'e do that? Why'd ya let 'im do that. Ohh, don't tell me ya let 'im do that! *She rubbed the back of her neck mumbling a bit under her breath.* Does it really 'urt? *Oh, she wanted to lean in and poke it, inspect his glowy-glow chest.*

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-Flaps arm at uselessly from the couch when he catches her comin to the kitchen for NOMS.- Congrats on ya .. MVP an' whateva. -He mumbles IN PAIN then rolls over.-

*Shaz raises her eyebrow at the arm flap and the mumble.* 'ey, Bongo. *She waddles and sits her butt down on the armchair.* Did ya eat a lightbulb? Or are ya just 'ead over 'eels fer me? *Wink. Haw haw, so funny. Seriously though, Leroy, glowing chest aren't good for your health. I don't think.*

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They'd lost. Damn ... but hey! She had MVP! Shaz trotted her little butt around with a smug smirk.

*Battle Outcome - July 28th.

The results are in, TFI employees:

Battle Summary:

The reintroduction of CTF posed as no threat to the newbies of BLU team who made quick and efficient steals. With new engineer defense protecting BLU’s intel, it also made thieving their goods no easy task in the least. RED managed one capture, but in the end, BLU came out on top.

Intel Capture Tally: 

  • Sage Paxton.

   • Luis Romano.

  • Louie Rizzo.

WINNER:

MVPS:                    

• 1st: Banner Kelly.                                        1st: Dr. Maurice C.

• 2nd: ‘Shaz’ Townsend.                                 2nd: Luis Romano.

• 3rd: Rune Lacasse.                                      3rd: Liam Fitzpatrick.

As always, MVPS will receive a bonus in their paychecks. Anyone with lasting damage from battles should see their team’s medic immediately. Problems with respawn should be reported to administration. 

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*And then Shaz came across the sad little corpse of delayed respawn Louie and whined. Loudly. For a long period of time. And scurried back to spawn to make sure that, when he did finally crawl his butt out of there, he was okay.*

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OOC: ok all fixed up and stuff

well not her face

that's pretty broken