(( As of this point, I’m not sure when I’ll be able to get back to this as an askblog. I WILL NOT BE CLOSING IT, but it is on hiatus until further notice.
I am starting her off as an RP character here: http://blu-gingerscout.tumblr.com/
So if any of you are interested in that, by all means, let’s be groovy and RP… and by be groovy I mean likely take verbal abuse from her… ))
weird-sex-with-ori asked: Hot damn I am awesome. All you suckers should just give up and go home. Bam. Best blog ever.
Hey man, that ain’t too bad!
Aw nuts. Forgot my headpiece.
Yeah, I could build ya one real quick, but, if you want, I could just patch that shirt up mahself. I’ve been known around the base to be handy with a needle.
Naw, cuz seriously, that wasn’t me! But man, talk about good timing! Thanks Rosy <3
[[How on earth did you know Brighton wears boyshort underpants? XD ]]
That’s just a stupid question.
It did happen, didn’t it?
((OOC: Responses might be delayed a few days since I’ll be working on commissions as a higher priority. Thanks for the overwhelming responses on this blog so far, guys! <3))
So basically, yeah, guess you can say I got a someone. She’s pretty groovy.
But don’t get me wrong, it ain’t all sloppy makeouts and hand holding and cuddly shit; there ain’t much time for alla that. So instead of shmoopy shit, we just, you know, send each other to respawn a couple’a times, flirt through violence. You know. Usual stuff.
This will in no way affect me later in life, nope.
Bam. Cutest toddler ever.
Betcha thought I’d be embarrassed about it, huh?
I probably got more, probably beating up my brother or something… But dad didn’t send ‘em.
I fucking love getting ubercharged.
Doesn’t happen very often. Because our medic thinks I’ll do stupid shit like not kill people when I’m ubered.
And that’s just dumb.
Okay, so, let me tell you about my adventures in amputationland.
Basically, it goes like this: I baaaaarely miss this rockets, alright? And so, it doesn’t *actually* hit me, but it hits the ground *by* me and… And I *may* have actually ran in *after* that soldier when I was dodging rockets (because, holy shit, that broad’s insane and I have been trying to lay a hit on her since day fucking one, and I almost got there, too, but the bitch won’t stay on the ground, okay?).
So yeah. Uh. Rockets exploding. And then, I screwed up my right leg, our medic decided that my left leg wasn’t worth the effort and lobbed it off, and then, and then. Get this. Then she says, “Oh no, I’m not going to heal that, you deserved it.” So she does this at the end of the day and we have like… three days ceasefire. So I’m all “go speed wheelchair, go speed wheelchair, go speed wheelchair gooooo” during the ceasefire and I’m all trying to race up and down the ramps to the basement. And it’s alright, I guess, but then, we get back on the field.
And she still.
What’s up with that? So I’m all “speed wheelchair” around the fort and then one of RED’s scouts, this little miss goodie two-shoes, decides she feels bad for me and helps push me around. Now, I’m thinking it’s weird, yeah, but hey, whatever, she’s weird, so we catch her team’s intelligence and we’re getting to the bridge when she stops, snatches the briefcase, and then shoves me and my wheelchair into the water!
I drown, I respawn, boom, both legs working great, and I’m itching to beat a bitch up. That was the day I learned that little Miss Cleaver’s a bitchnugget.
Not my finest moment.
Name’s Abigail Brighton, but don’t call me Abby or Abigail. I’m a scout for BLU, and I wouldn’t be here doing this crap normally, but I’m here for “disorderly conduct” or mouthing off to the administration or some stupid shit like that. So I gotta answer whatever you throw at me, even if it’s really dumb or nunayourbusiness. So whatever.
Better get asking.