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Post by Interceptor on Sept 25, 2009 18:39:13 GMT -5
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Post by Anistasia Marcondez on Sept 26, 2009 1:46:44 GMT -5
Anistasia had been humming to herself, taking a walk along one of the cliffs that fenced the beach well. She was again, ditching home after she ditched most of school. She had stopped however for a rush of air to go passed her and knock her off the side. "WHOA!" She had caught onto one of the rocks and her fear of heights only made her dizzy and loosen her grip. Though in panic she knew she had to get back up. Pulling with a grumble of something about losing some weight, she rolled back onto the ledge and sat with a blink, watching a jet go soaring over the water.
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Post by Interceptor on Sept 26, 2009 2:24:20 GMT -5
Interceptor made a wide turn and quickly approached the land again where he turboboosted again and shifted back into his Motorcycle mode. On his first pass, he thought he saw a young girl stumble. Was he being too reckless? Perhaps he should slow avoid her.
He tried to look for her as he neared the land's edge, but then as he went up and between some rocks, she was right there. His scanners, like most, were based on line-of sight, and she'd been slightly obscured by the rocks, meaning he got her readings a bit too late... The sleek, completely closed motorcycle skidded to a stop. Interceptor was afraid he'd roll if he tried to avoid her, so he'd just stop.
Oops.
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Post by Anistasia Marcondez on Sept 26, 2009 2:32:41 GMT -5
Anistasia quickly dusted herself off and turned away to find the same motorcycle bike to have driven up a ways aways. "Ok then..." She said blinking a bit before noticing it didn't have any driver which only caught her slightly concerned attention more than ever. Her eyes set on him carefully, waiting for a move of some sort. Vehicle that drives by itself... It's almost as if those Transformer roomers were true, naw.
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Post by Interceptor on Sept 26, 2009 3:12:42 GMT -5
Interceptor hesitated a moment, being only a yard or so away. There was no one else around as far as his scanners could tell, perhaps he'd show himself to a new human today. He was created by FLAG, again, not a true Autobot, but he was trusted as one and seemed exactly like one. That meant the bot was registered to both NEST and FLAG. THUS, Interceptor was used to interacting with humans, just hadn't seen many other than Sarah, Mike, Billy and Zoe.
He rolled ahead a bit, and suddenly his form stretched out from both sides. The front and rear lights doubled as well. "Aaah. Full size." Interceptor was now in his car form, which looked like a lot like a Lamborghini Gallardo.
All though he wasn't facing Anastaia, he added: "Sorry if I scared ya on that jump."
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Post by Anistasia Marcondez on Sept 26, 2009 18:19:47 GMT -5
Anistasia watched with her jaw a jar open, staring as Interceptor had changed into well, a mega big robot known as a Transformer or to him, Autobot. She heard rumors and since her parents never let her out or watch TV or have internet to hear more about this stuff, as he replied to blinked and quickly closed her mouth taking this in. She had to admit, she's seen weirder such as herself, she just nodded trying to get sound to come out of her mouth and make words. It wasn't because she was scared, just a bit surprised. "Uh.. It's okay, just... Surprised me..." She just stood there, waiting for some sort of response or action. She was one who could tell mood and personality, and he didn't seem to have the mood nor personality to be one of those Decepticons.
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Post by Interceptor on Sept 26, 2009 19:46:18 GMT -5
((>> he transformed into his car form...im not having him transform into his bot form for a while))
"If you were surprised by that you got more surprises on the way. Not that I'll reveal it all to you unless there's a need to do so. You're staring at me like an Autobot. Yes, I am one. Well, technically, but I was made by humans." Interceptor replied. "In other words, I'm not that special, so you can stop staring." Yup, he should have seen this little scenario coming. Well, actually he wasn't that surprised, he had decided to take the initiative after all...
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Post by Anistasia Marcondez on Sept 27, 2009 10:57:48 GMT -5
(( x.x my bad ))
"Uh yeah I could tell...." was all she could reply at the moment, she wasn't exactly staring but facing him as she spoke, she did have a habit of not blinking for extreme periods of time though which made most people uncomfortable. If anymore surprises were guns she didn't want to see those. Though.. Okay checking out canons and explosives might be cool, but he could still keep those to himself. Her pupils of course, were huge as usual, she moved to the side to protect her eyes from the glint of his car form. Light, mainly sunlight, but light in general didn't please her with it came to having light sensitive eyes that worked better in the dark for some damn reason. So she was always squinting if it was a bright sunny day or not going out at all. "Uh?... Do you have a name? And I wasn't staring, I just don't blink often." |
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Post by Interceptor on Sept 28, 2009 11:23:26 GMT -5
"Uhuh right." he teased. But he understood what she meant. Interceptor knew his form was pretty bright and it was hard not to blink, hence her squinting, but oh well. "Name's Interceptor. What's yours?"
((sorry for the crap post, trying to wake up.))
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Post by Anistasia Marcondez on Sept 28, 2009 16:40:16 GMT -5
Anistasia had buckled one knee and leaned the other leg, standing in her usual comfortable position with her arms coming up and setting under her chest crossed. "Anistasia, but you can call me Wolfy." She thought for a moment before unbuckly her left knee and beginning to walk towards the Autobot as a casual rate, not to fast of course though. She had come around to his side towards the front, she didn't exactly talking to others with their backs turned to her. Enough people ignored her as it was already. She slid sunglasses off from the top of her head onto over her eyes to hide the black eye her step mom had so kindly granted her after her nightly four to eight hour bitch fit she liked to scream at her. "What brings you to this area Interceptor?" She ignored the fact it was a strangeg name, she was a strange person so what? She was pretty sure he could care less.
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Post by Interceptor on Sept 28, 2009 16:54:31 GMT -5
"Ah, nice to meet you. Nice nickname...Eh, I'm just exploring really. It's nice to be free. I did nothing but training the last year or so since I became a 'reality'." Interceptor replied."By the way, my human name is 'Ian'. If you'd rather call me that I'm not bothered. I have a holographic human form, you see." Suddenly he appeared with a couple flexes of projected energy, as a young man in his 20's. He wore sunglasses as well to hide the unique color of his eyes, which he found ironic that she was wearing them too even when it wasn't really that bright out. In fact his scanner had picked up the bruise around one of her eyes-he'd maybe have to ask about that. The sunglasses were tinted blue.
Interceptor wore black boots covered by long black baggy pants, a leather jacket that fell a couple inches past his waist that had a high collar, and a diagonally stripped navy blue and silver stripped shirt. The stripes were thick, a couple inches wide each. All though his hands were tucked into his black pants, he wore biker gloves that exposed the finger tips. Since his eyes weren't noticeable, the only thing that stood out other than his fine complexion and considerably fit looking body was the naturally white hair. Interceptor supposed he could have changed the color, but he thought it looked cool.
He was leaning against the drivers side of his form like he'd been there this whole time. "You know, I'm so glad they gave us human forms." he said as he took out a hand and eyed his gloved hands, briefly picking at the exposed finger nails. "I can go under cover in or out of missions. It's great! He rested his hand back at his side and grinned a happy grin.
"What do you think? Pretty impressive huh?"
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Post by Anistasia Marcondez on Sept 28, 2009 17:06:21 GMT -5
"Thanks, other's sort of gave me that name because of my eyes and personality heh." She pushed the sunglasses back a bit, trying to hide all of the black eye, a bit of it seemed to out focus the glasses and therefore, wasn't hidden well at all. She had watched the hologram carefully, he also had found the need for white hair, the only difference with her was she threw some blue and black into it with a semi short cut and long brades coming out to lay on her shoulders. She looked him over from behind the sunglasses which still didn't do much to help her eyes from the sunlight, she found his appearance quite nice.
She rolled her eyes with a smile when he leaned with his shades on and asked her how impressive she thought it was. "Very Mr. Macho." She chuckled with her usual sassy replies, though this one was not meant in a rude way as she usually intended against others who enjoyed messing with her 'different' ways.
Missions?! Anistasia had waited her whole life for excitement like that! To get away from her abusive family and disapproving eyes of the world. But she highly doubted she'd be getting any action like that which made her frown slightly, only in her dreams.
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Post by Interceptor on Sept 28, 2009 23:34:47 GMT -5
Interceptor chuckled, stepping away from his form a bit. "Well thank you. Your hair looks pretty cool. Did you style it yourself?" he asked, noticing the highlights of black and ice blue/light blue in her hair. He also noticed that the bruise was still visible despite the shades. "By the way you don't need to hide the patch unless you're just used to doing so. Who gave you that?" he said, finishing with a small disapproving frown..
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Post by Anistasia Marcondez on Sept 29, 2009 2:46:20 GMT -5
Anistasia smiled a bit as he noticed. "Yeah, took me a bit though, I like your's too it says pure and free." She couldn't help but lift her left hand to tug lightly on her left braid a bit, she worked hard on keeping it soft and rich. honestly she liked cutting hair, it was fun and she seemed to be a natural at it.
His next question made her frown again as her gaze turned down and she held her right arm in discomfort. "Nothing big, just my step mom again." Her step mom was lying to her Dad as usual about Anistasia being so horrible. She had just spent the last couple hours cleaning her room, her nine year old sister's room, and her four year old sister's room, the kitchen, and both bath rooms. Next was the living room and her sisters had already torn up both their rooms and even her's so her step mom had yelled at her, saying she never cleaned them even though she knew well her step daughter had. While the two brattier of the children screamed and three fits with one another in the living, the sound of glass breaking, Ani's step mom had pulled back a fist and slammed it into her eye. She honestly wished she could run away and leave it all behind, but it wasn't like she had anywhere to go, anyone to go with which brought a saddened expression. "I just kinda wish I could run away from my life sometimes and go be out in the world with action and adventure and danger." She mused, looking back up and pushing her sunglasses back again to hide most of the black shiner.
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Post by Interceptor on Sept 29, 2009 2:55:09 GMT -5
Interceptor glanced at her thoughtfully and briefly rubbed his chin. He briefly frowned in further disapproval. "Sorry to hear about that." Hm, I don't see why I can't help with that. That is if you're willing to trust me." he shrugged a bit. "My only mission is to go to NEST right now. Not that exciting. The sources sent to me say I've been accepted but whatever." he said with a shrug. "That's what my bro KITT says too but, I need to make my presence known there soon anyway. Sadly, I can't drive there. Too far for starters. I'd rather get a cargo plane. I'm not in a hurry to go, no one has called. Seems pretty quiet these days." he leaned back against his form, looking a bit bored.
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