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Post by Cutlass on Sept 20, 2009 14:52:47 GMT -5
The small, orange motorcycle was idling at a red light. The holoform on it was realistic enough that probably no one would ask any questions about it. Cutlass had found an advertisement online for a business called, 'Custom Cycles'. He needed to have his paint job fixed up. And if the advertisement was any evidence, they were pretty good. He was pretty confident he would have to pay them, so he had hacked an ATM (pretty simple, and not very secure in his opinion) and gotten somewhere around $900 out of it.
The light turned green, and Cutlass moved forward at an appropriate rate. He was paying attention to his navigational computers, and was just a few streets from the shop. He drove for about five minutes more, and got to the street that the business was situated on. He turned the corner, and sped up a few more miles per hour. Coming to the shop, he slowed down, turning to approach the place. To keep up his appearances, he had his holoform step off of him, and start to walk him into the building. It rubbed the gas tank, where the insignia that showed he was a Decepticon was placed.
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Post by Christopher Prime on Sept 20, 2009 14:57:25 GMT -5
Chris hated work, ok he didn't hate it... But at the very least he did today. He was still recovering from the ambush the Decepticons had issued. There was some cloth over his cheek which had been burned, and his body still ached greatly after the Decepticon known as Nightridge had tried to crush him.
He sighed, hearing someone enter the shot, he limped his way out from behind the counter. But tried to hide the slight limping as best as he could. "Welcome to Custom Cycles. May I help you?" He asked, giving the typical greeting he was pretty much forced to give when someone entered the shop.
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Post by Cutlass on Sept 20, 2009 15:07:29 GMT -5
Yeah. I need my paint job touched up. Cutlass waved his hand, indicating the long scrape across the side of his form. You think you can do anything with this? He hated seeing that blemish across his own body. He examined the guy that seemed to work here. He looked like he had lately been in an accident. Oh well, that wasn't his problem. What would any other Decepticons think if they saw him here? They probably wouldn't really care. His hand once again found its way to his gas tank, to rest on his faction insignia.
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Post by Christopher Prime on Sept 20, 2009 15:11:25 GMT -5
Chris didn't pay much attention to the gas tank, but slowly walked over to see the extent of the damage. He ran a hand along the scrape in question, thinking for a moment. "Yeah, I think I can handle touching it up. That's really Mikaela's job... But she's on lunch so she won't mind." He shrugged a little, walking over towards a cabinent to get the paint he'd need "I haven't seen you around here before. You new in town?"
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Post by Cutlass on Sept 20, 2009 18:29:34 GMT -5
Yeah, I'm new in town. I may just be passing through, but I might stay a while. He had taken a step back, mainly to let the guy do what he had to do. He didn't realize that it wasn't really this kid's normal job. How often do you do this kind of work? Luckily the guy hadn't asked how it happened. If he did, Cutlass had came up with a story to explain it. He watched what the guy was doing. Cutlass looked down at himself, he still couldn't believe the humans had come up with such nice looking vehicles.
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Post by Christopher Prime on Sept 20, 2009 18:57:06 GMT -5
"Um, not all the time, but when I can... Mikaela and my Dad are old friends. So even though I'm pretty young she lets me do it all the time." Chris explained with a shrug, already getting to work on it, he clamly started painting "She trusts me... My Dad... Well my Dad taught me a lot about cars from an early age... Vehicles in general really." That was usually the story he gave to strangers. He never told people he was Optimus Prime's son unless he was sure he could trust them. Now especially due to what happened the day before. "So I'm pretty good when it comes to this kind of thing."
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Post by Cutlass on Sept 20, 2009 21:42:36 GMT -5
I'm pretty good when it comes to mechanics, I've just never really done anything with a paint job. What transformer didn't know how to do at least minor repairs to their own body? A dead one, that was the kind. Cutlass didn't plan on dying anytime soon. That large scrape in the coloration of the motorcycle wasn't the only nick or scratch, it was just the easiest to see. There was also a few small scratches on the gas tank, and the rest of the body of the bike. Heck, it looks like the entire body of the bike could use a touch up in the color department. The people on this planet really had to motorize their vehicles to keep them from hitting each other and everything around. He had nearly gotten hit several times, and had barely dodged them. But that was before he figured out that the lights on the back of a vehicle meant they were stopping, turning, etc. and what the red, yellow, and green lights hanging over the roadways meant.
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Post by Christopher Prime on Sept 20, 2009 21:48:22 GMT -5
Chris chuckled a bit, shaking his head slightly. He wasn't sure how to respond so he took a few moments to think of one. "I'm more of a mechanic myself. It's in my blood..." He replied shrugging a bit "My entire family has a thing for mechanics you could say." As if that wasn't the understatement of the year. They were mechanics after all. "Just be happy you have a bike in the first place."
He sighed a bit, continuing to work on repainting it. What he said next seemed a bit odd. "After I crashed my car a few months ago, my old man won't even let me get behind the wheel let alone on a bike." He shook his head a bit "I'm lucky to be alive after that, so I guess I can't blame him."
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Post by Cutlass on Sept 20, 2009 22:20:42 GMT -5
I am grateful to have it. It certainly beat walking, plus he could do a lot that other human vehicles can't. Cutlass looked at the bright orange plating that hid an engine that was completely made out of parts that moved around, could transform. After all, that was his true body, so if he didn't have it, he was dead. Yeah, if you wrecked, I can understand that your father would be upset. Why did he almost say 'male parental unit'? He was on Earth, and according to his research, that was never really said around here. Especially if it could have been a fatal crash. What happened?
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Post by Christopher Prime on Sept 20, 2009 22:24:53 GMT -5
"It's a long story... But simply put, I was driving home from work... And a drunk driver came slamming into my car." Chris flinched thinking about it "Crushed one side of the car and sent it into a spinout into a tree." He shook his head trembling a little "I was basically knocked out but trapped... I don't know what happened to me after that. But I woke up at home, and apparently I went into a coma for a few days." He sighed, looking back at him "Apparently, had the car crushed in just an inch more I would have died on impact."
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Post by Cutlass on Sept 20, 2009 22:35:42 GMT -5
Ouch. It's stories like that that make me love being a ma... Slag it! I need to get my vocal processor together. If I don't, who knows what'll come spilling out of it? He shook his head. Sorry, what was I saying? Sometimes I forget what I'm saying while I'm saying it. That was a good excuse. That could work for any slip of the tongue. He continued to watch the kid, to see how well he was painting it. It looked pretty even so far, and Cutlass wanted to see if Chris actually bought his excuse.
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