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Post by James Jackson on Nov 8, 2009 22:12:05 GMT -5
Boredom. That was all James really found wrong with this place. Except that the Decepticons made them sleepon the floor, the food was terrible, and the food was terrible. Because James counted on food to survive, taste was doubly important to him. Eh. He was mainly just waiting to be bought. He wanted to be doing something other than sitting there bored. He didn't act like some other captives. Maybe that was his problem, why no Decepticon had bought him. Plus, he figured that being a 'pet' would be better than being a slave, and with the right Decepticon, possibly even fun. He wouldn't say that aloud though.
Irritating the other captives, that is how James had been keeping himself active so far. By now though, even that had gotten bored to him. James did't get bored when it came to antaganizing people easily. H really hated being in here. Just because of how bored he was. He leaned against the bars. He was sitting down, too bored to do anything else right now. Sometimes he wondered why the other kids did what they did. Screaming, trying to break the bars, and other methods of escape. James didn't do that because he recognized it was a waste of energy. Still, he moaned. Why is it so boring in here?
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Post by Blitzwing on Nov 15, 2009 15:24:01 GMT -5
Blitzwing was just walking among the slaves, Hot Head enjoying thier methods of trying to escape. One reached out and grabbed his arm, asking to be released. Angered, he pulled out his cannon and aimed it at the girl. "Step away from the bars and let go of me if you want to live." At the sight of the cannon, she did as asked, and soon backed away, practically tripping over her own two feet in the process. The Decepticon continued on.
Everywhere he looked, there were captives screaming to be let go, banging on the bars, and trying to escape. He came across one though, who was just sitting there. If not for his voice, he would have missed him. Puzzled, he allowed Science to take over. "That's how the Decepticons want it. The prisoners bored with nothing to do. You have it better than some, who are fed to our animal based allies." He spoke some more words. "You aren't like the others. You seem calm." |
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Post by James Jackson on Nov 15, 2009 15:46:16 GMT -5
Why should I bother wasting energy trying to escape, or ranting and screaming at my captors. It serves no purpose. Eh. Some people say I'm crazy, and I agree. I do think I have it a little better than the food humans, and for some reason, I have the idea I'd like the idea of being a pet. It got me away from my annoying family. James was just pretty much crazy. He was happy that he was away from his family, but terribly bored. I'm just waiting for someone to buy me so I can get out of this boring hell hole.
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Post by Blitzwing on Nov 15, 2009 19:53:43 GMT -5
This human didn't really seem afraid of him. It acted as if they were friends, having a quiet conversation. With the mention of crazy, Blitzwing got an idea. "Random would enjoy the human, don't you think Hot Head?" Hot Head took over, exuberantly offering his reply. "Yes Random would." Science was happy, getting into the conversation. "You thinking what I'm thinking, Hot Head?" Random, listening from inside the body, took control. "Cars make good soccer balls for us!?" There was a slight pause in the words, but Science took up the conversation. "Is your name Hot Head? And no." Hot Head added some words. "Sometimes I have to wonder why he is a part of us." Science chuckled. "Something I can't even answer."
With a raise of his cannon Hot Head had used earlier, he blasted open the cell door. What other way was there to open them? Leaving keys hanging wouldn't be smart, for some tall kid and such. The door swung open, and the Decepticon started walking away. Random would be happy. |
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Post by James Jackson on Nov 15, 2009 21:58:02 GMT -5
James hadn't been totally paying attention to the seemingly insane Decepticon who was having a three-way conversation with himself. As such, the realization of what the Decepticon was talking about didn't hit him until his cell door was blown open. He gaped at it silently for a little, before realizing the Decepticon was walking away.
I guess that means that I've just been purchased. I'd better start moving. He quickly pushed himself up, standing still for a few seconds before starting to walk after them. Walking, he started to speed up a little more, more like nothing more than a brisk walk. He quickly caught up with his new 'owner', not wanting to lose them, and didn't initiate conversation just yet.
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