smashacademy | {ONE}

[The voice the entirety of the campus will hear is loud, very Boston, and very angry.]

YO! What's this crap all about? I already went t'school -- I ain't a college man! I got all the skills I'll ever need.

[He sighs.]

I don't know what this 'final destination' crap is but I don't like the sound'a it. I mean -- I'm used t'bein' told I'm gonna die or whatever, and I always make it out alright since I'm so freakin' fast and all, but I don't think I'm likin' the sound'a this.

Uh, so ... REDs! Doc! Fat-Man! Mumbles, Hardhat, Snipes, Spy, Demo, Soldier ... anyone around? I mean I know yer all old as shit 'n everythin' but Ma always told me yer never too old for college so maybe some'a you guys are here? Hopefully.

As for everyone else! Name's Scout. I'm the fastest man alive 'n if ya don't wanna hear it then I welcome ya to race me! I'm also real freakin' awesome at baseball, no joke. I'm always up for a game.

I'm also single, so babes, feel free t'meet me 'round my dorm: [Pause, sound of papers rustling as he looks for something with his address.] BE-16.

Guess that's it! Catch ya later!

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I do like a good sandwich. And I am pretty heavy. ::Max seems very proud of that statement, because he is 320 pounds of Grade AAA Orange Star muscle::

But I'm Commandin' Officer Max, Orange Star Army. My specialty's direct combat - tanks, subs, bombers, fighter planes and more tanks. Can't do nothin' with indirects. And you're a... mercenary. So, army-guy for hire? And you're a scout? Sonya always had the best scouts... I ain't seen nobody else called Sniper or Soldier, though I got a lotta soldiers to boss around sometimes. Got a good friend who's a sniper... ::A fleeting look of whist mingled with sorrow crosses Max's face, but as that does not sit well upon his manly visage, it does not remain for long::

I teach combat essentials - punches, kicks, jumps, that sorta thing.

[Scout seems attentive at first, listening to Max's background and all, but after about thirty seconds he begins to look a little bored.]

Yeah, uh-huh.

[The last line about teaching certain things perks him up, however.]

So yer a teacher here? Ever get yer eye poked out by that other teacher? With the spiky hair?

Uh... spiky hair? You got anything more specific than that? Lotta people got spiky hair around here. Don't know who you're talkin' about. But I never had my eye poked out by nobody's hair.

::Max looks sort of confused::

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