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Post by Recoil on Oct 12, 2009 16:07:39 GMT -5
The black Pontiac Firebird kept driving down the streets. Recoil didn't know where he was going, and frankly, he didn't care just yet. Today was one of his days off, but he wasn't technically Absent Without Official Leave, because he hadn't really met up with any of the Decepticons here, least of all his brother. Recoil didn't mind that all that much either, it saved him from a fight with Instigater for that much longer. His Decepticon emblem was easy to see on his alternate mode, if one knew what they were looking for; the small silver sigil was located in the center of his hood, about the size of a full grown human hand, four inches across at the widest point. Recoil turned onto an intersecting street. He was randomly turning through these streets because he had nothing better to do. He was considering putting himself up for sale to these humans, even though that would be degrading, it would at least give himself something to do for a week. It was just a passing whim, he'd consider it, but then drop it out a window, metaphorically speaking.
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Post by Melissa Morrison. on Oct 13, 2009 16:10:26 GMT -5
- Bloody hell!, goddammit! A shout sounded. Melissa from the hour tried to start the car. She tried to start him without success. Perhaps ran out of petrol, perhaps the engine broke down? She of it she didn't know, she knew only this cursed machine broke down on the total hole. She was irritated and frustrated, for God's sake She is supposed to treat people, and not to play around spoiled by car!
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Post by Recoil on Oct 14, 2009 20:49:43 GMT -5
Hearing the shout, Recoil had already turned down this street. He didn't know what to think about it. She could possibly be talking about him, he had no idea. He decided to be cautious, and check it out anyway. Ah, she was sitting in the vehicle, apparently yelling at it. Recoil figured it'd be wise to try and figure out these human vehicles completely, he'd have to fix some of them some time. So, he pulled to a park on the side of the road, generated a holoform, and had it step out. Hey! You need some assistance?
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Post by Melissa Morrison. on Oct 15, 2009 9:43:13 GMT -5
- Eee, so... The help will be useful. - She said and she clambered out from the car. She kicked angrily into the tyre of the car. She bent and she snarled angrily. She swept hair aside to the back and she already a little bit more calmly said. - From the hour I am trying to start this car. It uttered some strange sound from itself and it died. Resigned she shook her head and she sighed.
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Post by Recoil on Oct 15, 2009 21:04:44 GMT -5
So, how about you pop the hood, and I’ll take a look. It might not be too much.[/b] Recoil directed the holoform to begin to walk over to the vehicle so that he was standing in front of it. He waited until the car‘s hood was up, before having his holoform ‘pop its knuckles‘. Alright. Now let’s take a look.
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Post by Melissa Morrison. on Oct 16, 2009 9:10:35 GMT -5
Melissa opened the hood. Surprised looked at the tangle of cables and other elements not known for her of the car. - Ah, I am not introducing myself. Doctor Melissa Morrison. She turned for a moment to him and then again she started watching the car.
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Post by Recoil on Oct 18, 2009 19:49:13 GMT -5
Well, I'm Brody Cornell. I'm a mechanic. Okay. Well, all this looks fine. I'll grab my diagnostic computer. Recoil had his hastily created holoform walk back to his real body. It came back with an orange computer, which was primarily used to diagnose vehicle malfunctions. Except, this one wasn't real, and Recoil would be remotely hacking into the car's computer. Okay, so the car didn't have any issues like that. He used his radar, and figured out what was wrong with a little assistance from the human's internet. The car just needs lubricant.. Unfortunately, I don't usually carry extra oil on me.
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