Deluge
TFA Bumblebee
((Closed Post. Just need to keep my chars alive, even though irl i'm dead from busy-ness. I'll return to more activeness sometime in July likely T_T ))
*He's driving around in the rain, not really bothered by it after experiencing it enough times on earth. He's visited a few places, hanging around Bulkhead's studio, exploring a little of the town, but he's starting to feel the loss of his game system. What's more, he's so utterly bored he's driving through the pouring rain rather than lounging around in a sheltered area. He just can't stand to stay still anymore and decides maybe a little drifting on the outer limit roads of this 'nexusville' might help stop his circuits from frying out in frustration.
Just as he slides around a corner, a message blinks into his comm. frequency and he fishtails out of the corner with a yelp, barely pulling himself back into a straight line as a large scroll of random words screens through his HUD.*
What the SLAG??? What... oh frag no, this is that stupid prompt word thing Bulkhead was talking about isn't it?....uuuuugh, well nuts n bolts, i'm so bored i'll take any sort of distraction right now.
Hmmmmmmmm.
Bad Dream huh? Yea, i've had bad dreams where i was stuck somewhere with no games or music player or FUN. Usually it's just nightmares of that forest where the space barnacle monster was wandering around. I never really thought it'd come TRUE, or that it would be some separate dimension where bots from other universes got sucked in too... come to think of it, this feels more like a dream than any of my nightmares.
Catastrophe? My whole LIFE has been a catastrophe! Kicked outta bootcamp, working like a drone on slaggin' space bridge maintanence, crashing on earth, fighting Decepticons with nowhere NEAR enough firepower or mechpower, still getting picked on like a sparkling, stuck on an organic planet... how many other bots have to deal with this slag? I mean, sure, i've got Sari and Bulkhead and they're pretty cool, but is this where i saw myself when I came out of the programming and education centre all those stellar cycles ago? Pfff, what mech seriously WOULD want to deal with that kinda slag? Who wants to fail at the one major goal they set themselves, the only job they really want...
*feels a stab of bitter anger and takes a corner hard, screeching around and going sideways, turning into the skid and taking his ire out on the road surface. He does feel a little better when he wobbles precariously back into a straight line and guns his engine again, rain smacking against his windshield*
Chances? Sure, i take chances, life's no fun without 'em. If i didn't take half the chances i did, most of my team mates would have been slagged a long time ago, and so would I... i'm not saying i don't take some pretty stupid risks sometimes, but hey, it's a fifty-fifty balance, i don't see anything wrong with that.
Comfort. *Sighs* Yea... that's not a bad idea, let's see if there's any heavy metal radio stations around here, i could do with something to help me relax... *scans and gets frustrated as all he picks up is boring open comms, inane jet chatter or plain static. Growling, he does a few tight swerves and a 360 to try and work out his frustration at the charge running out of his MP3 player*
Slaggit! I hate this place! How can any mech be comfortable here???
UGH, forget it, i'm not playing this dumb game anymore *stores the rest of the prompts in his inbox, finding they refuse to delete, and goes serching for a few nice hairpin bends*
((Closed Post. Just need to keep my chars alive, even though irl i'm dead from busy-ness. I'll return to more activeness sometime in July likely T_T ))
*He's driving around in the rain, not really bothered by it after experiencing it enough times on earth. He's visited a few places, hanging around Bulkhead's studio, exploring a little of the town, but he's starting to feel the loss of his game system. What's more, he's so utterly bored he's driving through the pouring rain rather than lounging around in a sheltered area. He just can't stand to stay still anymore and decides maybe a little drifting on the outer limit roads of this 'nexusville' might help stop his circuits from frying out in frustration.
Just as he slides around a corner, a message blinks into his comm. frequency and he fishtails out of the corner with a yelp, barely pulling himself back into a straight line as a large scroll of random words screens through his HUD.*
What the SLAG??? What... oh frag no, this is that stupid prompt word thing Bulkhead was talking about isn't it?....uuuuugh, well nuts n bolts, i'm so bored i'll take any sort of distraction right now.
Hmmmmmmmm.
Bad Dream huh? Yea, i've had bad dreams where i was stuck somewhere with no games or music player or FUN. Usually it's just nightmares of that forest where the space barnacle monster was wandering around. I never really thought it'd come TRUE, or that it would be some separate dimension where bots from other universes got sucked in too... come to think of it, this feels more like a dream than any of my nightmares.
Catastrophe? My whole LIFE has been a catastrophe! Kicked outta bootcamp, working like a drone on slaggin' space bridge maintanence, crashing on earth, fighting Decepticons with nowhere NEAR enough firepower or mechpower, still getting picked on like a sparkling, stuck on an organic planet... how many other bots have to deal with this slag? I mean, sure, i've got Sari and Bulkhead and they're pretty cool, but is this where i saw myself when I came out of the programming and education centre all those stellar cycles ago? Pfff, what mech seriously WOULD want to deal with that kinda slag? Who wants to fail at the one major goal they set themselves, the only job they really want...
*feels a stab of bitter anger and takes a corner hard, screeching around and going sideways, turning into the skid and taking his ire out on the road surface. He does feel a little better when he wobbles precariously back into a straight line and guns his engine again, rain smacking against his windshield*
Chances? Sure, i take chances, life's no fun without 'em. If i didn't take half the chances i did, most of my team mates would have been slagged a long time ago, and so would I... i'm not saying i don't take some pretty stupid risks sometimes, but hey, it's a fifty-fifty balance, i don't see anything wrong with that.
Comfort. *Sighs* Yea... that's not a bad idea, let's see if there's any heavy metal radio stations around here, i could do with something to help me relax... *scans and gets frustrated as all he picks up is boring open comms, inane jet chatter or plain static. Growling, he does a few tight swerves and a 360 to try and work out his frustration at the charge running out of his MP3 player*
Slaggit! I hate this place! How can any mech be comfortable here???
UGH, forget it, i'm not playing this dumb game anymore *stores the rest of the prompts in his inbox, finding they refuse to delete, and goes serching for a few nice hairpin bends*