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Post by Nightspeed on Apr 11, 2010 9:42:25 GMT -5
Zaccheus Liam Jaxon was driving down the road, as fast as he dared to. It was a little fun, to be driving a car that didn't transform into a giant robot. The man stopped at the stop sign and checked for any oncoming traffic. Seeing none, he continued. Turning up the radio ever so slightly, he turned his attention back to the road. This was bound to be an interesting day. Zac was wearing a plain black t-shirt and a pair of faded jeans that actually looked like they came from a designer store. Too bad his upper half was covered in grease. He was on his way to his house in Wyoming, Michigan. It was nice to be on is way home. That thought was interupted by a crazy driver who randomly decided to try and hit him head on. Slamming on the brakes, he was thankful for his seatbelt. Unbuckling, he got out. Whoever was driving that car was going to be smacked so hard... the man got out and slammed his door. He didn't hit them, thank the lord. He walked back and looked in the back of his truck. Grabbing a baseball bat out of the back, he placed it in his left hand and walked forward. That person in that car had better'd have a good excuse for what they had done. The kid raised in Australia took his 'baby' seriously, considering how he couldn't afford to get a new one. "What the heck do you think you were doing? My truck would've smushed your puny little hunk of crap! I could've killed you! You're just lucky I have good brakes." The man glared at the driver, who probably didn't hear him. He couldn't even tell who it was. Dang bad eye sight. Shaking his head, he wondered how a car like that was going down a dirt road like this. This road normally hand no traffic whatsoever... ((Have fun responding to that!  )) |
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Post by prowlsecho on Apr 20, 2010 4:15:00 GMT -5
A man stepped out from the car, the small sports car was black with what looked like a layer of metallic red translucent shine. His black hair also had a metallic red streaks though it and an unnatural sheen to it and his eyes were a shocking Red Brown tone. A strong Australian accent only confused Zac more when the man Spoke " You're not lucky you've got good brakes mate, you're effing lucky I don't bust your puny head in for hogging all the road" he said stepping up to Zac a once unseen crow bar now clearly visible in his hand. "So, seeing as we're both here, now whatcha gonna do?" said the man in his strong accent lightly balancing the crowbar on the back of his hand. He was taunting Zac with his stance alone. (Have fun Responding to THAT  ) |
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Post by Nightspeed on Apr 21, 2010 20:07:19 GMT -5
Zac just studied the guy. "Look, buddy. You're not fooling anyone. I'm not scared of you. Beat my face in with that bar. And I wasn't hogging the road. You, obviously, were driving on the wrong side of it. If you're looking for trouble, I'll fix that ugly little face of yours up nice." The big man folded his arms and glared at the little freak. Kind of reminded him of a forest elf or something. Normally, people wouldn't do that. But... if the guy insisted...
Zac stood up to his full height, raising the bat to waist level. He wasn't scared of anyone. He could take that pipsqueak's crap. There wasn't much he could really do... unless he wanted to get the guy arrested for assault. Then again... the guy could get him for threats. But, the guy was driving on the wrong side of the road.... Zac decided to ignore it. Then he noticed the Australian accent. Zac's had faded over time, but...
"You're Austrailian? How peculiar. Technically, I am too, but..." Damn those short attention spans that had forever plagued his family line.
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Post by prowlsecho on Apr 21, 2010 20:29:08 GMT -5
"na, mate, I aint from Australia" he said steppign back towards his car, "its just how I wanted to talk" said a now clearly texian accent.
the small car started shifting in the way that all transformers did, there stood a black and Red mech with blood red optics.
"Now...whatcha gonna do with that bat now little man?"
he was short for a con, only about 10 feet tall.
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Post by Nightspeed on Apr 22, 2010 20:23:36 GMT -5
((Hehehehe you're evil. I need someone to play Jolt now... I'm not good at playing Transformers  )) "Jesus Christ!" Zac took a step backward, throwing the bat on the ground. He slowly opened the door to his truck. He opened the center compartment, pulling out a hand grenade. His eyes were fixed on the 'con, curious as to what this would do. Too bad he didn't have a Hummer with a load of big ass guns in it... Zac pulled the pin and threw the grenade, then jumpined in the truck, started it, and took off like a bat outta hell. Perhaps someone he knew would be around? Like Riley or Sunstar or Jolt or Abbey or Dogfight or someone else? Boy, was that a long list of or's. Quickly he remembered what he was doing an continued, going as fast down the road as he could. Damn those stupid robots. |
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Post by prowlsecho on Apr 24, 2010 4:00:18 GMT -5
(great I get to chase you-I still have no clue who the Con is...) Growling to himself he started after the Squishie, the hand granade did little damage and his nanites were alreadying starting to heal. Seeing the human hit the gas he sped up, he was dead if the human got away. Jolt transformed on the fly hitting the Con and watching him roll. electro whips crackling Jolt stood in between Zac and the Decepticon, the mechs signal was masked heavly and he couldnt get a read. Cursing the Autobots the Con transformed and pulled out his guns, facing the damm blue Autobot he stood, waiting for him to make the first move. ( ) |
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Post by Nightspeed on Apr 24, 2010 21:00:00 GMT -5
Zac skidded to a halt, watching the little spat going on behind him via his rear-view mirror. Maybe he should start getting carried around by an Autobot that way when that crap happened he wouldn't be stuck in a situation like this. He promised himself that tomorrow he was going to invest in a few big guns to satisfy the needs of his survival. Something military grade... get a machine gun bolted in the bed of his truc. He smirked at the thought.
Zac debated on getting out, but instead, he sat in the truck and sorted through a few papers. Was he eligible to buy a gun? He had completely forgotton about the fight that was taking place; he was a little more worried about his guns.
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Post by prowlsecho on Apr 29, 2010 17:52:44 GMT -5
Jolt glared at the small unknown Con, he has the same colours as Frenzy had origanlly, though he was much taller then Jolt had last seen the Casset and from what he knew the casset was long offline . Ignoring the designation of the con he cracked his whipe around the Cons leg, pulling him down and towards himself.
The Con took his chance and grabbed onto Jolts leg, pulling him down, his wings scrapping along the ground, the con jumped up severing 6 feet of Jolts left eletro whip. Snarling at the pain jolt jump up again in creasing the voltage and lunging.
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Post by Nightspeed on May 1, 2010 7:57:43 GMT -5
Zac studied the papers before deciding that yes, he was eligible to buy a gun.
What next for distraction? A cuppa tea?
The man remembered what was happening, realization creeping into his eyes. Back on task now. How was he supposed to help Jolt take down 'con? After all, he didn't have a gun, explosives, or anything. Joy. But he did have that bag of baseball equipment in the back. Perhaps he could... Zac got out of the truck, juped over the side of the bed, rummaged around in the bags, and pulled out a few softballs, a baseball, and a brightly colored pair of rainbow socks. Grabbing a Y-stick that had convienietly flown into the back of his truck, He tied the sock around it and make a weird looking slingshot. It should work well enough to at least distract the 'con... as long as he didn't end up getting killed in the process.
"Hey, you oversized hunk of scrap metal! Look at me!" Zac put a ball in the slingshot and pulled the sock back. Upon releasing, the ball flew toward what Zac considered to be an arm. It made a clunk as it hit. Hoping that the 'con would turn to look at him, Zac dropped the slingshot and picked up a softball. Too bad it wasn't soft. Using his pitching arm, the man pulled back and chucked the ball right where the Decepticon's optic should be.... if he turned to look.
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Post by prowlsecho on May 1, 2010 20:17:43 GMT -5
Seeing the small human from the corner of his optic The Con turned and hissed, he took a step back as a small soft projectile hit his optic.
Ignoring the Blue Autobot he lunged after the human, folding down into his alt mode his tyres spun and he shot towards the human.
Stupid squishie, didnt know what he was in for.
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Post by Nightspeed on May 2, 2010 8:24:54 GMT -5
Zac swallowed. To be rather blunt, 'Oh Shit'. He knew that would happen, but...
Thinking as fast as he could, he jumped off the bed of the truck and hit the ground running. Of course he couldn't outrun a car, but if he could run fast enough...
That was when the physical fitness paid off.
Zac ran over into a small grove of trees and hid behind a big oak. Perhaps he would get squished by a tree? Or the idiot would smash into the huge thing and get pulverized, smushed. That would be nice. Zac peeked around the corner of the tree and watched, hoping that today wouldn't result in his death.
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Post by prowlsecho on Jun 22, 2010 21:58:10 GMT -5
Jlot groaned and shot after the Con-transforming on the fly he lunged on top on the car-his whips wrapping tightly around the car body traping the Con in his alt mode.
He sent shockwaves through the whips and the Cons energy sig went into stasis mode.
Jolt huffed and glared lightly at the human who had just nearly been a mush puddle.
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