Welcome Ladies

❛ Look, I’m sorry if I embarrassed you in front of your friends but, next time you should identify yourself before attacking me. ❜

❛ If you drive one more block, I’m screaming ‘kidnap’ out the window. ❜

❛ What? Do you want me to spit in my hand? We’re Scully and Mulder. ❜

❛ I hate psychology and you’re just horny. ❜

❛ I don’t know about the rest of my life but I sure as hell wish I was alone right now. ❜

❛ I hate it when you make paranoia plausible, it’s like sliding off a cliff. ❜

❛ My most meaningful relationships are with dead people! ❜

❛ You ever think you come off kind of distant because you connect too much? ❜

❛ I hate psychology, it’s a soft science. ❜

❛ Offer up a little bit of yourself every once and awhile. Just… tell somebody something you’re not completely certain you want them to know. ❜

❛ Don’t be nice to me after I got you in trouble. ❜

❛ Your heart was in the right place. ❜

❛ No, I’m not a heart person, you’re a heart person, I’m a brain person. ❜

❛ My fight or flight response is heavily weighted toward flight. ❜

❛ It’s not magic. It’s a logical recreation of events based on evidence. ❜

❛ You know, you being a good shot and doing martial arts, it’s all your way of dealing. ❜

❛ Who knows better than you how fragile life can be? ❜

❛ That something you don’t like to talk about? Families? ❜

❛ Partners, they share things, builds trust. ❜

❛ Stalk me and I will kick your ass. ❜

❛ She only shot him in the leg. Once. ❜

❛ Ughh, you need to get out of the lab you know, watch TV, turn on the radio, anything! ❜

❛ You know, it’s okay to be upset. ❜

❛ I wish this is the worst thing I’d seen. ❜

❛ So what do we do, group hug? ❜

❛ I’m sorry but I don’t understand the advantage of compromise. ❜

❛ You’re making it personal. That doesn’t help. ❜

❛ All of us die a little bit on one like this. ❜

❛ Hard at work? There’s a shocker. ❜

❛ I think he likes you. God if I were you, I’d buy a ticket on that ride. ❜

❛ You know it’s not that scary. You have a few drinks. You move to the music. You might even smile. ❜

❛ It’s best to just ride it out, like an earthquake. ❜

❛ You can’t make wild accusations about somebody’s personal life based on a feeling! ❜

❛ I’m a constant surprise. ❜

❛ She has enough pent up sexual energy to power a small mid-western city. ❜

❛ I’m not angry. Believe me, you do not want to see me angry. That’s the last thing you want to see. ❜

❛ You can always count on the dead. ❜

❛ I need subtitles walking in here. ❜

❛ What’s the big deal? Is it so odd for you that I have someone in my life? ❜

❛ Alright, you know, you have to quit using the word segue and eschew. They sound French. ❜

❛ You just said that as though it’s a good thing and you know what? It’s a very, very sad comment on your personal life. ❜

❛ Fanaticism and logic don’t go hand in hand. ❜

❛ Where are the reinforcements? Aren’t there always reinforcements? ❜

❛ You know you really picked an odd time to have this conversation. ❜

❛ There’s no pleasure in taking someone’s life. Nothing to celebrate. ❜

❛ Somebody is decomposing as we speak. ❜

❛ This is a work zone. Do not talk sex at work. ❜

❛ All right, look, we’ve got about a forty-five minute drive. What do you say we pass it in quiet meditation. ❜

❛ You know I’m glad we had that little chat about being nice to the locals. ❜

❛ Last time you had a gun you shot someone. ❜

❛ My gut says it stinks. ❜

❛ I thought we understood each other. ❜

❛ I don’t like people who think they’re better than other people. ❜

❛ Some people are better than other people. ❜

❛ It’s sad. Try to remember that. ❜

❛ I’m not a sociopath. ❜

❛ You’re bad with people, okay. No use being offended by the fact. ❜

❛ There are some things you learn by doing… riding a bike, driving a car, pleasing a woman. ❜

❛ You have no idea of how open minded I can be. ❜

❛ Hmm? See, look at that. It stinks. Go ahead, smell it. You know you wanna smell it. It stinks. ❜

❛ I promise you I will find out the truth. ❜

❛ That was not wild and kinky sex. It was very, very basic beginner stuff. Just so you know. ❜

❛ I’m tired of being lied to, so excuse me if I’m indelicate. ❜

❛ You’re the least objective person I have ever met. ❜

❛ Maybe if you opened your mind we could find out the actual truth. ❜

❛ Dude, minty burp, still burp. ❜

❛ Sometime when you’re not busy, I wonder if I could ask you a few questions about sexual positions. ❜

❛ I will always know the difference between hope and fact. ❜

❛ What I believe doesn’t matter. What makes me sad doesn’t matter. ❜

❛ That cynicism you affect, it’s your way of hiding your deeply romantic nature. ❜

❛ Well this is where a public school education comes in handy. Divide and conquer was the playground motto. ❜

❛ If you don’t want to help me just say so. ❜

❛ Just do it. Reap the benefits of my sexual wisdom. ❜

❛ So, uh, what part of ‘this is mine’ did you not understand? Do I have to say it in Latin? ❜

❛ Just because you say it in that definitive tone doesn’t mean it means anything to me. ❜

❛ It’s time to live a little, connect with other people. ❜

❛ Are you suggesting I take this opportunity to have sex with [name] on a field trip? ❜

❛ You’re a smart ass, you know that? ❜

❛ Objectively I’d say I’m very smart, although it has nothing to do with my ass. ❜

❛ It’s an old FBI trick, I’m going to ask somebody who lives here. ❜

❛ What’s the fastest way to ship a human arm? ❜

❛ It gave me a few ideas if I ever want to kill someone and get rid of the body. ❜

❛ Don’t forget, the heroine always catches the bad guy. ❜

❛ You’d be surprised…when survival instincts kick in… ❜

❛ According to that Peruvian soccer team that crashed in the Andes, human flesh tastes like frogs’ legs. ❜

❛ If we were a Peruvian soccer team and crashed into the Andes. Who would you rather eat, me or [name]? ❜

❛ What do you think our chances are of keeping this quiet? ❜

❛ I don’t know if a wall of knives is evidence, but it sure is creepy. ❜

❛ Fun and a drink, where do we find that? ❜

❛ I shouldn’t be talking shop, not with such a beautiful woman in my arms. ❜

❛ You’re the hottest thing this town has seen in a long time. ❜

❛ Now that is somebody who wants to eat your heart. ❜

❛ I mean the whole perfect idea of love is that two people become one…now that’s a kind of consumption. ❜

@rubyscout

Ryan hadn't seen what had happened to the other Scout, as he was preoccupied with dodging bullets and whatever else the BLU team decided to throw at them. Honestly, he was so distracted in trying to see where the Engineer had run off too, that he didn't notice the blood pouring from Shawn's face until the other had mentioned it.

"Shit, man. You alright?" He asked, wide-eyed.

He grabbed Shawn by the arm and pulled him behind a building. Ryan pressed his back against the cold wall and peeked around the edge, his arm extended, palm pressed against Shawns chest; gently pushing him back into the wall. Once he deemed that the coast was clear, he turned to face the Scout.

"Of course ya ain't worried about it." He laughed, ripping a strip off the bottom of his shirt and holding it against the wound.

Now, with his back against the wall and Ryan's hand pressed against his chest, he fell silent. Listening closely, ignoring what he thought was a few drops of blood dripping down his face.

"Well I in my defense, I can't see how bad the wound is." Shawn chuckled before hissing as Ryan held the piece of cloth against his head wound.

" 'S not too bad. I think ya took a bullet to the dome. It jus' grazed ya, so you should be fine for now. But we need to get ya to a Medic soon, I can't have ya bleedin' out on me." He said, gently squeezing the others shoulder.

Today had been a very long, and very aggravating day. All Ryan wanted to do was go out to a bar and get drunk; just to forget about the day. As soon as he was able to leave his base, he did, heading to the small town a mile down the road. He had decided to walk there today, knowing that he'd probably have too much to drink to drive himself back home.

The man next to him intrigued Ryan. He seemed different.... Not in a bad way, but in a way he couldn't exactly put his finger on. Maybe it was his unique eye color or the fact the he ordered a shirley temple? Dispite that, Ryan was just happy to have some company other than his annoying teammates.

“Calm down, lad.” Natasha casually rolled her eye while she tended to his nose she may or may not have allowed it break when trying to catch him. “The blood will come out with cold water and if we do it immediately before popping it into the washer.”

Ryan hadn’t changed much in the years he’d been gone; his hair was longer and his undercut had grown out. He was also more fit than before, as he finally decided to take care of himself a while back. Overall he looked pretty much the same, although he did look a bit worn out.

“That bad, huh?” He asked, shaking his head. The team Ryan had been sent to had fallen apart the last year he was there. Medic’s butchering team members. Soldiers not knowing a gun from a rock on the ground… “It isn’t like it used ta be.”

He had let his eyes fall to the floor while he spoke, only to jump slightly when she grabbed him. “Oh, shit! I almost forgot. Well, they taught ya well. You scared the shit outta me.” He chuckled.

“So, how have ya been? I kinda missed you.. Or, like, ya know… Workin’ with you.” Ryan ran his fingers through his hair, smiling slightly.

The first thing that came to mind when she saw the Scout again was that he needs a haircut. Badly. She exhaled softly through her nostrils while mustering the courage to smile at him about the news.

“There’s quite some old faces back. Dodo is one of them. Remember him?” Of course she wasn’t sure if Ryan remembered that old Medic. A mental note was made to visit him soon.

"Oh shit, no way!" He said excitedly. "I rememba you mentioning ya kids a few years back. They're that old now? I bet you're very proud of 'em!"

He stood up from his chair and cracked his back, looking down at his blood-covered hands and clothes. "Jeez, I betta go wash up.. I look like hell." He walked a few steps towards the restroom and excused himself for a minute to go wash his hands. Once in the bathroom he finally caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror; the break wasn't bad, and his eyes were swollen a bit and black.

"Oh, shit..." He thought, standing there for a minute. Did he actually want to go over and apologize to him? He almost didn't until he saw the look on the others face, and decided it was better to talk now. Who knows what would happen if he were to just leave.

"Calm down, lad." Natasha casually rolled her eye while she tended to his nose she may or may not have allowed it break when trying to catch him. "The blood will come out with cold water and if we do it immediately before popping it into the washer."

"That bad, huh?" He asked, shaking his head. The team Ryan had been sent to had fallen apart the last year he was there. Medic's butchering team members. Soldiers not knowing a gun from a rock on the ground... "It isn't like it used ta be."

He had let his eyes fall to the floor while he spoke, only to jump slightly when she grabbed him. "Oh, shit! I almost forgot. Well, they taught ya well. You scared the shit outta me." He chuckled.

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✝:  any religious beliefs my muse has

☎ :  my muse’s ringtone

♫:  three of my muse’s favorite songs

♪:  three songs that remind me of my muse

★:  a wish my muse has

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☢:  something my muse is afraid of

☂:  what my muse does on a rainy day

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☮:  is my muse a happy person?

웃:  three people that are important to my muse

☃:  does my muse like the holidays?

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⌘:  was my muse good in school?

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"Calm down, lad." Natasha casually rolled her eye while she tended to his nose she may or may not have allowed it break when trying to catch him. "The blood will come out with cold water and if we do it immediately before popping it into the washer."

Ryan huffed, crossing his arms as Natasha tried to stop the blood pouring from his nose. “Pft.. Yeah… Okay.”

He watched her carefully as she worked, wincing when she pressed a cloth against his nose. “Ya know ya didn’t have ta break my nose jus’ ta get my attention.” He joked, winking at her. “An’ nah.. Tha ladies love a rough ‘n’ tough lookin’ guy. It adds mystery!”

This time she held back a chuckle from the way he huffed and crossed his arms. As if he was acting like a child and she is his mother lecturing him for getting into a fight.

He gently pinched his nose and tilted his head up, squinting suspiciously at her. "Where'd ya even come from? I didn't see ya when I was runnin' by."