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Post by Mudflap on Sept 23, 2009 6:48:42 GMT -5
Well slaggit, he was lost...or was he REALLY? He knew he was still in Tranquility, and the pretty houses were distracting him. Some were the typical cookie cutter styled houses that seemed oh so perfect in their little niche, others stood out with extravagance and originality. He liked looking at the different styles and colors, eying how organized some of the really boxy ones while noting how savvy a more stylish house with a bay window or with fancy, staggered frames or roofs looked. Mudflap was cruising in his red orange SUV form, taking random turns through the seemingly endless streets in the suburbs.
"If I can get away from da maze, it may or may not help!" he complained. Mudflap been "lost" here before, but he always found a way out. Earth was so full of distractions. Yay.
He liked to get lost on purpose sometimes. Especially when you didn't have much of a life like him.
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Post by Cynthia Williams on Sept 25, 2009 9:02:16 GMT -5
Cynthia came back from the work loaded with the shopping. She carried two paper bags, full of different vegetables and fruits. Through the shoulder she had hung big bag full of books. She very slowly went and she muttered under her breath with dissatisfaction. Oh, it was heavily. But of course nobody can go shopping and everything must tousle alone. And home she still had the quite a long way. |
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Post by Mudflap on Sept 25, 2009 9:19:47 GMT -5
On the same street as Cynthia, Mudflap was driving along when he saw a young woman with stunning bright red hair of him. She had a nice outfit on too. The orange Chevorlette SUV continued at his speed, but wasn't paying attention to the lines on the road anymore.
Unfortunately because of this, he got a little closer towards Cynthia, and neared a set mail boxes up ahead for the small collection of houses on this side of the street. He was still looking at her hair.
THUNK-CRUNCH! With a loud crunching smack, Mudflap's front hit the front part of the stack of mailboxes/lockers. "OW! SLAG, THAT HURT!" he accidentally shouted. He'd stopped completely.
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Post by Cynthia Williams on Sept 25, 2009 10:09:14 GMT -5
Cynthia turned violently hearing the noise. She dropped the bag with the shopping to streets, the content gave them away oneself to land. She went to the back not knowing what it is about. - what's going on? - asked loud coming lightly panicked into the car. |
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Post by Mudflap on Sept 25, 2009 10:19:49 GMT -5
Mudflap's processor was a-buzz. He had to transform. So he did, and sat there several times bigger than the cluster of mail boxes in the street in a funny orange ball. He was rubbing his head, door wings shifting a bit in the back as he shook him self, trying to recover.
"Wow that was smooth of me...." He paused and glanced at Cynthia.
"Oh! Sorry ta scare you, fair miss...I wuzzn't lookin where I wuz goin. Eh he." Mudflap scratched the back of his somewhat tiny head, glancing at Cynthia. He frowned slightly at seeing the back of groceries, the contents which half hazardly were spilled out on the ground around it.
"Sorry about ya stuff there. Can I help ya with anythin?"Mudflap said nervously, twiddling his fingers.
Mudflap was very small for an Autobot, but he wasn't sure if this woman had seen one before. She already had a scare from his loud clusmy collision. He didn't want to make her run away.
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Post by Cynthia Williams on Sept 25, 2009 13:35:24 GMT -5
Cynthia went back with fear. Indeed she could hear about Transformers, but she could never see one. She didn't know how to react. Through a few moments she became frightened and watched how the robot was transformed. She stood in silence watching him. Still frightened, she did the surprised face when the robot spoke to her. - You are talking... to... me? - She set a silly question a little bit. She had to state that the robot doesn't look threateningly. He seemed some... Funny. |
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Post by Mudflap on Sept 25, 2009 17:09:08 GMT -5
"Yep I sho am ma'am." Mudflap replied with a cheesy smile. "I take it ya've never seen one a us before. Sorry to scare ya. I'm an Autobot. One of da good guys."
He glanced around, hoping no people were showing up. Luckily there were no passer-by's yet...
((sorry for the lame-ish post, im kinda tired))
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Post by Cynthia Williams on Sept 25, 2009 17:20:41 GMT -5
Cynthia already calmer looked at him. I heard about Autobots, but you are right, I could never see nobody. - Now in her eyes a curiosity replaced fear. She looked around oneself. She worked out, that the half of the shopping lay on the earth. - You can help me if you want. - swept red hair aside by the ear. |
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Post by Mudflap on Sept 25, 2009 18:02:44 GMT -5
Mud slowly shifted forward and knelt down. He carefully tried to help grouping together the groceries. He tried to pick up a box, but it was so small and light, he hardly knew what to do. He had to pick it up between barely a finger and a thumb. "I dont know if I can pick dese up. You humans are small." he said. It had been a while since he accessed human items this way.
At least the pile was a bit more grouped together now.
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Post by Cynthia Williams on Sept 25, 2009 18:13:53 GMT -5
Cynthia with the curiosity watched his efforts. When the pile was well-organized, she kneeled down on the earth in order to put everything away to bags. She shook knees from dirt. - Well you deal the least little things with. - She looked around. - You are alien robot? - She questioned him farther interesting of a large number of details. |
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Post by Mudflap on Sept 25, 2009 18:23:06 GMT -5
"Yep, I work for a leader called Optimus Prime." Mudflap replied, leaning back on his heels. "I have a bro actually. His name is Skids and he's my size. He's a big dorky green color with black stripes. We're some of the smallest Autobots around actually. I have a son too. A...human...son..." he said, trailing off. Where was that boy anyway, he wondered. Oh well, he'd find him sooner or later...
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Post by Cynthia Williams on Sept 26, 2009 6:35:12 GMT -5
- Human child? - said fascinated. She squinted eyes and looked at him. She rubbed the forehead giving some thought to it. Somehow it was hard for her for itself to depict it. - Forgive, if I seem too discerning. You are saying that you have the son -. Here for the first time a faint smile appeared on her face. She adored riddles. - I think, that it is connection with the DNA? You are a living being, so you must have the DNA. She started thinking out loud.
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Post by Mudflap on Sept 26, 2009 14:58:17 GMT -5
"Fo shizzle," he replied with a grin and nod (meaning yes indeed). "It's just way different from yalls'. Pretty awesome stuff. My kid's busy with school 'n stuff so he's not around dat much." he said with a slight shrug. ((sorry if its not much to reply to, gotta leave soon and my muse is kinda low when im rushed but want to get a post in  ))
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Post by Cynthia Williams on Sept 26, 2009 15:19:47 GMT -5
- It is really remarkable. - she said and enthusiastically she began to clap her hands. After a moment she controlled herself. Then again she looked at it and she smiled widely. - you not have a idea which it is unusual for me. - She stood up by him and she noticed that the robot all the time was watching her hair. -Do you like the colour of my hair?
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Post by Mudflap on Sept 27, 2009 2:27:28 GMT -5
"Aye I do. It shines brighter than dis orange boring paint job of mine. You're quite fine-looking ma'am." he said with a chuckle. "Dats uh, kinda why I hit the mail boxes earlier. I'm kind of clumsy at random times."
Plus it doesn't help that he still has a slight attention disorder.
"By da way, I can't believe I forgot. Dey all call me Mudflap. It's nice ta meet ya. What's yer name?"
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