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Post by Christopher Prime on Nov 19, 2009 19:30:09 GMT -5
Chris wiped off his hands of the grease and soot that covered nearly the entirety of both of them. The cloth he had used on the motorcycle was nearly ash black now, and he could only sigh, shaking his head a bit. Working two jobs wasn't at all easy. He was working with Ratchet to become a medic, and still maintaining a part-time job at Custom Cycles. All without a car thanks to the fact that Golliath, before kidnapping him earlier in the month, had wrecked his Camaro.
Chris hated the fact he had to get rides to and from everywhere, but for the moment, he just had to deal with it. "My shifts over guys, Joey, don't forget Mikaela said you need to lock up." He commented as the alarm on his watch went off.
Quietly, he made his way out of the shop, headed for the corner where he was usually picked up. His blue eyes kept a close eye out for any warning signs of pressing danger, or for any signs of his ride for the day. He sighed, standing there, he waited a good five minutes before looking at his watch again. "Who did Dad send? Usually my ride's there when I'm out of the shop." He murmured to himself.
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Post by sideswipe on Nov 19, 2009 20:55:05 GMT -5
Sideswipe maneuvered through the windy streets that made up this neighborhood. It was too closed in for his liking, at least on Cybertron the streets were Transformer sized. Well of course there were those like Wheelie who had no problem with these tight corners, but he was a small horny coward for Primus sake. At least that wasn't who he was going to pick up. It was a techno-organic, so not as bad, but it was close. He wouldn't of done it if the kid wasn't the heir to the Dynasty of Primes. A human, well sort of, as the heir to the Dynasty of Primes! It was such a ridiculous notion, going against all of Sideswipe's teachings. Nothing against the humans but Sideswipe didn't want his Supreme Commander being one.
Finally he found the street he was looking for, now to find the building, which happened to be one of many motorcycle shops on this street, all with generic names just like the place he was going. Well it turned out he didn't need to find the building as the kid was standing at the street corner.
So this was Christopher Prime. Sideswipe tended to steer clear of the techno-organics, never actually encountering Chris. Well now he didn't have a choice, Optimus would probably send out every single Autobot searching if Christopher didn't arrive on time. “I believe you are waiting for me.” said Sideswipe in his smooth voice as he pulled up to Chris. Well of course he was, how many other talking concept cars hung out in this part of town. Sideswipe opened his passenger side door and then said, “Nothing personal, I just don't like people sitting behind the wheel.” Well it was personal in reality, but Sideswipe tried to push it aside as he didn't want any problems with the leader's son.
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Post by Christopher Prime on Nov 19, 2009 23:43:54 GMT -5
Chris saw the Corvette approach and sighed. He'd recognize the sight of the slick Corvette anywhere. Sideswipe seemed so conceited sometimes, Chris swore he gave off an aura that would make you sense his pressence right away. Really Dad, you couldn't send Jazz? He thought to himself, thinking his biological Father would have been the prefered choice.
"Yeah, nothing personal." Chris murmured absently. He knew of Sideswipe's attitude towards people like him. There were a lot of Autobots like that scattered here and there and he knew it. But he figured he'd just let them be that way, as shallow as he thought it was. He climbed inside calmly closing the door beside him. "At least I'll be riding in style." He admitted, trying to be nice.
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Post by sideswipe on Nov 20, 2009 16:45:50 GMT -5
Sideswipe always felt odd when people sat in him, avoiding it whenever possible. But at least the kid gave a compliment. “Your compliment is appreciated but not needed,” said Sideswipe, “Unlike your race we do not need a steady flow of assurance.” Sideswipe wanted to be clear in his views, the son of a Prime deserved that at least. The son of a Prime also deserved the ability to transform but he doubted that was happening anytime soon. Well if Sideswipe ever did see a human transform he would finally respect them. Until then, “Straight back home, or are you allowed to go and see friends?” inquired Sideswipe. He realized he had made a great fault in not inquiring about that with Optimus when he sent him out.
'Perhaps I am too conceited?' wondered Sideswipe. Well by admitting the possibility it made it less likely, at least in his processor. As the humans would say, screw it, he could think about these things later, currently he had to be an Autobrat's chauffeur.
(OOC: Sorry for the lack of quality)
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Post by Christopher Prime on Nov 20, 2009 20:11:02 GMT -5
"Dad gave me a curfew of eleven, but usually I don't follow that." Chris replied, eyeing his watch again, it was already eight. Only out for three more hours? Nah, Chris was feeling as if he were in a rebellious mood at the moment. "I could do anything really. But since you're stuck driving me around, I figure it's only right to include you." He then added "What do you like to do?"
Given his current alt mode, Chris had the strong desire to go to a street race. But that had been the cause of an accident he had been in a while ago. He hadn't been in one, but his first car before the Camaro had been hit dead on by a few racers. Needless to say, if Jazz had not happened to be driving by, Chris may not have been there right now. On top of that, not knowing Sideswipe all that well he didn't know if the mech would even approve of watching one.
God Chris, you think about stuff way too much... He thought to himself.
(OOC: No problem)
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