[ongoing | open]
WHO: Mikaela & Open.
WHAT: Chillin' with the Cons :/
WHERE: The Deceptibase
WHEN: Sometime...recent.
NOTES: This is only open to the 'Cons in the base <3 Also, please don't kill her ;.;
It's cold in the room, and Mikaela's none to pleased about her current circumstances. Her comm is in her jeans pocket, but she hasn't dared to use it; the consequences of her first encounter were still echoing in her mind rather vividly. At least this time she has a better blanket, and her guard dog (as she had taken to calling Bonecrusher; he wasn't exactly a conversationalist and had very little to say to her in general) this time didn't seem the type to help her out in discreet ways. She briefly wondered where Barricade was; it had been months since she had seen or heard from him, and the thought had crossed her mind that Megatron had...'terminated' his position, which worried her.
Pushing the thought from her mind and convincing herself that he was just on...business somewhere, she pulled herself into a standing position, wrapping her 'blanket' around her shoulders. This was ridiculously boring, and while it was mercifully...less painful than last time, that didn't mean it was any better. She leaned against a wall, sighing.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Her watch sounded as if it was one of Ironhide's cannons booming in her ears, and she finally takes the thing off and heaves it, ignoring the clang it makes as it bounces off of an an exposed pipe.
This sucks.
WHAT: Chillin' with the Cons :/
WHERE: The Deceptibase
WHEN: Sometime...recent.
NOTES: This is only open to the 'Cons in the base <3 Also, please don't kill her ;.;
It's cold in the room, and Mikaela's none to pleased about her current circumstances. Her comm is in her jeans pocket, but she hasn't dared to use it; the consequences of her first encounter were still echoing in her mind rather vividly. At least this time she has a better blanket, and her guard dog (as she had taken to calling Bonecrusher; he wasn't exactly a conversationalist and had very little to say to her in general) this time didn't seem the type to help her out in discreet ways. She briefly wondered where Barricade was; it had been months since she had seen or heard from him, and the thought had crossed her mind that Megatron had...'terminated' his position, which worried her.
Pushing the thought from her mind and convincing herself that he was just on...business somewhere, she pulled herself into a standing position, wrapping her 'blanket' around her shoulders. This was ridiculously boring, and while it was mercifully...less painful than last time, that didn't mean it was any better. She leaned against a wall, sighing.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Her watch sounded as if it was one of Ironhide's cannons booming in her ears, and she finally takes the thing off and heaves it, ignoring the clang it makes as it bounces off of an an exposed pipe.
This sucks.