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Post by Cynthia Williams on Aug 11, 2009 18:38:51 GMT -5
The tonight didn't belong to pleasant.
It was coldly and grimly. Dark clouds covered the sky.
Hungry and frozen Cynthia, got back home.
She went along the slow footstep with unlit street, carrying the bag with the shopping. With absent eyesight looked ahead of herself. There was in the vicinity no nobody. However she had the strange impression that somebody is observing her all the time.
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Post by Nightracer on Aug 11, 2009 18:46:27 GMT -5
Nightracer had parked there before dusk and was no resting there, watching the world go by. Some humans darted away from the strange car and she only watched in amusement, until night had fallen. She settled down onto her wheels before perking back up at the sight of a small human.
While she didn't dislike humans...she didn't like them either. Neutral, there were exceptions to every rule and Nightracer was a femme. A femme who had buried any and all of her maternal instincts under a sharp tounge and a sarcastic outeriary. She shifted and with a soft purr, she began to drive forward.
Activating her hologram, just in case, she slowly pulled up next to the girl. "What are you doing girl?" the hologram asked.
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Post by Cynthia Williams on Aug 11, 2009 18:53:43 GMT -5
- Nothing. - she answered and she hastened the step. Even though the woman didn't look threateningly had a kind of intuition. She knew, that something's wrong. Every now and then she has peeked from herself. The woman still followed her. - what do you want?
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Post by Nightracer on Aug 11, 2009 19:01:51 GMT -5
Nightracer rolled her hologram's eyes and continued to follow the girl. "Girl, the streets are dangerous and this is unlight. That makes it worse," she stated, almost glaring at the human.
She suddenly took in the wind chill factor, along with the night, and changed her holograms clothes before blinking the hologram out, red-rimmed green eyes looking at the girl. "Youngling, it is dark, you are alone, and the wind chill is making the night much colder then it should be. I would be a poor excuse for a femme if I did not offer to at least keep you in a warm place. Into my alt mode, now," she demanded of the girl, not giving her an option.
She hadn't known that she had let her long since dorment femme-programing come out.
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Post by Cynthia Williams on Aug 11, 2009 19:08:56 GMT -5
She looked into her red-rimmed green eyes. She still stood a few moments fixing one's eyes into it, not entirely understanding what is happening. After a moment she started running. She didn't know what was happening, and she didn't want it to know. - Leave me alone!. - cried out, where ran into the dimwit of the backstreet.
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Post by Nightracer on Aug 11, 2009 19:12:57 GMT -5
Nightracer sighed and raced after the girl. The Hologram Avatar, or something of that sort, suddenly blinked out. She sped down the street and had the hologram blink, before trying to wrap her arms around the girl. "At ease Youngling. For the love of Primus, you are being a pain," she greeted, trying to get the girl to calm down.
She was thankful now for the ability all Transformers were blessed with. She kept up with the girl and decided to introduce herself. "My designation is Nightracer. What is yours?" she introduced, trying to get the girl to calm down.
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Post by Cynthia Williams on Aug 11, 2009 19:20:52 GMT -5
- Cynthia. - said quietly moving back into the angle. - What from me you want? - repeated the question. She tried to remain calm, not to panic. All the time she looked around of oneself, searching for somebody who could help her.
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Post by Nightracer on Aug 11, 2009 19:26:33 GMT -5
Nightracer's hologram shifted and she sighed softly. "I want you not to die Youngling. Get in alt mode, now, before you freeze. I am not one of those...just get in the Alt-mode," she ordered, the passenger door of the black car swinging open slightly.
The hologram waited, giving the girl a choice...in a fashion. Get in of her own free will or get dragged in there by Nightracer's holoform. She sighed and rolled her eyes to the Heavens briefly, very briefly, before staring at the girl. "I swear on my lord's spark I shall not harm you intentionally this night, but if you do not get in my alt mode, I will drag you there by force," she explained, with a more forceful point toward the waiting car.
She was not patient often. This was not a patient time.
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Post by Cynthia Williams on Aug 11, 2009 19:34:13 GMT -5
Rapidly for Cynthia terror appeared. - you are... Decepticon... - said very quietly. She remembered the conversation about Transformers. She met Transformer. Evil Transformer.She felt the heart beating more quickly, and the head is starting aching out of fear.
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Post by Nightracer on Aug 11, 2009 19:43:09 GMT -5
Nightracer sighed. "Yes, but I won't kill you or harm you. I promise. Into the alt mode before I drag you. Hurry up Cynthia. Tonight is a pass of safety, but tell another soul and you will you regret it for the rest of your exsistance," she reported, pointing more at the alt-mode.
She refused to let the girl out of this. She would not allow the girl to die. She cared, curse it all. She hadn't ever seen a youngling, ever...she had never had this part of her programing activated and she sighed. "Femmes have issues harming younglings anyway," she growled out, the door opening more, trying to be inviting.
The all black wasn't helping now.
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Post by Cynthia Williams on Aug 11, 2009 19:52:06 GMT -5
Upset combed with hand her hair. Out of nervousness she felt the scrawniness in the mouth. She didn't believe in her promises. She didn't also have where to escape. Being about to collapse moved in the direction of the car. For the last time she looked at it. She closed the door behind herself, barely gasping. |
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Post by Nightracer on Aug 11, 2009 20:06:19 GMT -5
The hologram blinked into the car and the femme sighed softly. She reached out and gently reached out, touching the girl. The femme did rudimentry scans, but they didn't do much and the femme's hologram shook her head a little, black hair falling into her eyes slightly. "Are all humans as stubborn as yourself youngling?" she murmurred softly before sitting in the seat, pretending to be driving.
The warmth of the vechicle rose to a suitable level that wouldn't harm the fragile human in her cab and she had the seatbelt go around Cynthia loosely. "I don't need you flying through my windshield. So fragile...all humans are so fragile," Nightracer murmurred softly.
Driving slowly, she looked over at the girl again. "All right, now, why were you out on the dark streets? That's dangerous, especially for a young one like you?" she murmurred out, sounding concerned.
Which she was.
The femme's hologram shifted in her seat and she sighed. "Oh, I am glad there are no mechs around. They would not have allowed me to aid you," she murmurred and continued to drive along the street.
"Where is your residence?" Nightracer inquired.
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Post by Cynthia Williams on Aug 11, 2009 20:18:50 GMT -5
- I came back from the private tuition... - stammered out. Although in the car was warm Cynthia all the time shook. She tried it undo and belt shoe after the keel minutes left herself alone. She curled up in a ball on the seat and she started quietly crying. - I am living close by...
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Post by Nightracer on Aug 11, 2009 20:28:02 GMT -5
Nightracer paused and turned to the girl. Nightracer's hologram showed concern and she slowly pulled over. She let the seat belt come off and she slowly touched the girl's shoulder. "Please don't youngling. Please. Don't...cry. I...please? I didn't want to have you harmed," she murmurred in concern.
The hologram blinked again, only to rest on the floor in front of Cynthia. The passenger slid back to allow room for the hologram and she tried to give Cynthia comfort. She didn't want the human to cry. That hurt her Spark, since she...Cynthia was just a youngling! There hadn't been any for a long, long time.
Cynthia was just a youngling. "Being a femme means I cannot help but aid younglings and sparklings...and our species has had neither for a very long time," she explained softly, looking at the girl huddled in her passenger seat.
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Post by Cynthia Williams on Aug 11, 2009 20:35:32 GMT -5
- You are a robot. What can you know? - said. She had red eyes, face all in tears. She lay down on the seat and she started to fix one's eyes on the pane. - Release me, please. - She said with panicked voice. - I cannot here stay. I have the family. do you understand?Then again she started crying.
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