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Post by Christopher Prime on Oct 8, 2009 8:23:21 GMT -5
"Better not be grooming me." The teen grumbled. Chris felt the shower go down on him, though he hated this and felt very violated, it felt good. He sighed as the towel dropped down, drying off quick as he figured he wouldn't have it for very long. Once dry, he litteraly ran for his clothing, and pulled on his clothing, underwear and pants first, and then t-shirt last.
He sighed, walking back over. "There, I'm finished." Chris replied rather bluntly "It surprises me that you 'cons actually give your prisoners a bath when they smell." He commented "I'd think that would be too humane for you people."
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Post by Lockjaw on Oct 10, 2009 15:08:09 GMT -5
Lockjaw snorted, picking up the towel from inside the container before tossing it to the side. "Your smell is offensive. Nothing more." He growled, turning the hose on himself. It felt good to get all of the dust from patrol out, and he let out a sigh as he shuttered his optics. Killjoy, now nice and clean, stationed himself by the container once more, watching Chris curiously. Stitches laid down by Killjoy, back to the container, looking instead at the door to the room. Once Lockjaw was finished, he turned the water off, and was about to sit down when a growl emminated from Stitches. Before Lockjaw could ask, a blip popped up on Lockjaw's scanners. "Yeah, I see it. It's a Decepticon, but not one I really recog-" An image of the newcomer popped up on his scanner. Lockjaw let out a sigh. "Maybe he could take the rest of this shift...."
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Post by Wildrider on Oct 10, 2009 15:30:53 GMT -5
A cloud of dust billowed up behind the black Ferrari as its tires tore up the non-existant road to the Decepticon base. Its windows were tinted red, and a Decepticon logo flashed in the light on its driver's side door. Its speed was well in excess of the legal limit, and its driving was extremely erratic. "YEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!! The car yelled, coming to a screeching halt inside the base. "Woohoo! I knew this was a great planet!" He rolled into the room with the container, spotting Lockjaw, Killjoy, Stitches, and Chris inside. "Hey, if it isn't Lockjaw and his two fearsome pets! You catch another one? Didn't know you liked organic pets!" He broke out into laughter, as if at some unheard joke.
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Post by Christopher Prime on Oct 10, 2009 16:05:15 GMT -5
"I am not a pet!" Chris snapped at the newcomer, growling a bit. That pretty much settled thing in his mind that they most likely had that planned for him. Especially if that was the first thought in some mech's minds when they saw a human. "I'm a hostage, there's a difference!" he thought silently. For now anyway...
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Post by Lockjaw on Oct 13, 2009 15:02:34 GMT -5
Lockjaw snorted at Wildrider. "I do not have any pets, nor would I ever want an organic one." He got up, Killjoy and Stitches rising as well. "Now, seeing as you are finally back from running rampant who knows where, you can start actually contributing. Guard the meatsack, and make sure he doesn't do anything funny. Also, no taking him out of that container." With that Lockjaw, Killjoy, and Stitches all left.
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Post by Wildrider on Oct 13, 2009 15:16:52 GMT -5
Wildrider chuckled at being able to rub both main occupants of the room the wrong way with one comment, and rolled out of Lockjaw's way as he left. "Man, someone needs to find whatever rod was shoved up his aft and pull it out." Wildrider commented, parking himself sideways alongside the box Chris was being held in. "He can't take any kind of joke." Letting out a sigh, his body sunk down onto his tires, much like a person sinking into a chair. "It's really open around here, but it's far too quiet." His sensors flicked over to Chris. "You like loud music?"
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Post by Christopher Prime on Oct 14, 2009 15:49:10 GMT -5
Chris actually had to laugh at what the Decepticon said, he couldn't help it, it was pretty damn funny. "I couldn't agree more there." He said, forgetting who he was talking to. But not really chuckling after that, he only simply relaxed for a minute. Before turning his head. "What kind of tunes are you talking about?" He asked, considering some music would be a nice escape from what was happening.
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Post by Wildrider on Oct 20, 2009 12:38:10 GMT -5
Wildrider made what could be described as a shrugging motion, and began scanning through his music. "How about....this one?" Nickleback's Burn it to the Ground begins to play from Wildrider's speakers, and he rolls his windows down to let the sound come out better. "Alright!" Rocking back and forth on his side tires, Wildrider was truly enjoying himself. "The others don't know what they're missing here! I think even Motormaster would love this!" His scanners flicked over to Chris. "So, how come you're in here instead of road kill somewhere out there? I never thought a human would make a good hostage."
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Post by Christopher Prime on Oct 20, 2009 12:42:52 GMT -5
"Nickleback, nice choice." Chris grinned almost dumbfounded he could be enjoying this. But then again, this Decepticon, like Cutlass, did seem pretty friendly. "Oh, that's because, I'm Chris Prime." He figured all of the Decepticons knew that name by now. If he was kidnapped, that was likely the choice.
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Post by Wildrider on Oct 20, 2009 12:50:59 GMT -5
Wildrider did a small upward flinch, as close to a jump as a vehicle could get. "Prime? Good thing Motormaster's not here after all. Then you definately would be road kill, hostage or not." As a habit, Wildrider reached out through the gestalt link to check on the others. So far, they were still on Cybertron. "You know, he's waiting for the chance to run Prime off the road and turn him into scrap." The thought made Wildrider shake and laugh. "Now, that would be a sight to see! Prime and Motormaster playing 'chicken!' No way Motormaster'd lose!"
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Post by Christopher Prime on Oct 20, 2009 12:54:26 GMT -5
Chris couldn't help but laugh hard, shaking his head. He had seen his Dad in action, and he knew he knew how to kick some total ass. "Hate to break it to you, but no one, not even this Motormaster dude, could beat my Dad." He commented "He'll kick any 'cons aft and then some!"
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Post by Wildrider on Oct 20, 2009 13:10:40 GMT -5
Wildrider laughed again. "You've never seen a Stunticon in action! We're made to run cars of any size off the road!" He remembered the events from earlier. "Heh. That carrier never knew what hit it. Eight cars all at once! That's a record!" True enough, Wildrider's front end was decorated with all different colored paint scrapes, though it showed no sign of being dented or damaged. "gotta see if I can get even more at some point..."
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Post by Christopher Prime on Oct 20, 2009 13:22:44 GMT -5
"What exactly is a Stunticon?" Chris acutally showed serious curiosity. he knew there were other groups of Autobots and Decepticons, he just never had met any of them. And therefore, the word 'Stunticon' was brand new to him, he was just curious. "I mean I know there are other groups, but you've garnered my curiosity. My Dad never went into detail about other groups." He admitted.
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Post by Wildrider on Oct 20, 2009 13:31:34 GMT -5
Wildrider puffed up on his tires in pride. It made him feel good to be asked these questions, since he was concidered one of the less-intelligent Decepticons. Must've been from hitting all those walls. "The Stunticons are a gestalt that were created by Master Megatron. Our alt-modes are very similar to the Autobot's alt-modes, which allowed us to get nice and close before striking. There's five of us all together, though we think of Menasor as a sixth member. Menasor is our combined form. We've got tougher armoring than most Cybertronians our size, which allows us to dish out the damage without being sent to the scrap heap or med bay ourselves!"
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Post by Christopher Prime on Oct 20, 2009 13:37:47 GMT -5
"You know, it's scary I'm saying this, but that's actually... Pretty awesome." Chris admitted, looking at him slightly surprised "I always thought it'd be cool to be able to combine. Kind of like Devestator and the Constructicons." He then added "But it wouldn't really apply to me. As far as I know, I don't have a robot form." He shrugged slightly.
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