Smack! A rather handsome young man is seen running through the streets, a wooden baseball bat held high as he swings it into old ladies' skulls, snatching up their pursing as he sprints past. "Bonk!" he shouts out in delight as one lady tried to defend herself by simply giving up the purse before being struck, but the RedScout wouldn't have none of it. Again the wooden stick crashes down onto the elder's head, blood splattering in an arc as the bat draws back up into the air. The poor woman drops to the ground, purse snagged by the runner. "Yeah, life sucks. Deal with it."

He finally stops at a corner of the street, swinging his bat around to clean some of the blood off. He ends up wiping it onto his shirt, since red and red match! Right? Regardless, he glances about at the street, cocking his head to the side as he swings the bat around idly. There seems to be a lot of talks of putting up a city for a mafia arena and insane harbingers of death that he frankly didn't care about. So, the valiant and youthful man adjusts his baseball cap, tossing his wooden bat up into the air.

"Name's RedScout, ain't important now but I'm gonna hit major league real soon. Yeah, you can trust me. I don't care none for all y'all other people's business, ya do what you gotta do and I'll do what I gotta do. But in order for me to do that, I gotta run with a team. A crew. Though I don't got a ball park of an idea of where I wanna go. So, following a good o' suggestion from an old timer, I'ma throw myself out here for ya hounds. I mean, I am the greatest runner ever. You want me in your crew, don't you? Well, if you do, how about you convince me to sign on?"

The dashing young devil snags his baseball bat from the air as he dropped down, having spoken rather fast to manage to cram that part of his speech before the bat fell. He's fast.

"Now, before you get your baseballs in wad, I know all about the tradition and I'm suppose to come to ya, grovel at your feet and give ya kisses and stuff. Don't wanna, though, I wanna feel welcomed and wanted. No harm in that, right? Plus I don't know none of you to make a good decision. I mean, I could just go jump off a cliff if no one wants me, since ya will shoot me if I don't sign on. So, ya know, think 'bout it like that. You want a free kill or a workin' employee? Up to you pal."

RedScout smirks a bit, eyeing a few of the elder women who were passing on the other side of the street. They all cried in fear as they attempted to retreat from his gaze. The handsome boy reaches for a baseball that was stored into a backpack, tossing it up into the air as he smashes his bat into it. The baseball flings over to the group of women, bonking one of them in the head.

"Think fast, chucklenuts!"