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singularityderp2011-08-10 09:15 am
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the song drabble meme
It's pretty simple and fun, folks. This is how this works!
( 01 ) Have a playlist ready! Don't use all your songs--try and narrow it down a little.
( 02 ) Let everyone know how many songs you're working with. Also, which characters you would be willing to write about.
( 03 ) Others tag your post, picking a character or pairing or friendship or familial relationship or whatever, and then choose a number from your list.
( 04 ) Write a drabble related to that song, using that/those character(s)!
Take as long as you need; there's no time limits here!
And here's some helpful HTML to make it pretty!
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Characters:
-Rookie || (
-Anon || (
-Barricade || (
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Anon & Nemvoy - 21
Barricade and Nemvoy, 42
"Levitate" Hollywood Undead
Barricade is scary when he’s drunk.
At least, he thinks Barricade is drunk. The Saleen had claimed to be a lightweight with highgrade, and he’s swaying on his feet like he’s had one too many cubes… unless he just naturally sways his hips like that.
The cop’s lips have been curled back into a vicious grin that matches the look in his eyes for the past half-hour, and he’s been slowly peeling up armor for just as long. Nemesis hasn’t screamed or begged for it (or for it to end) once. He’s fairly certain that’s what keeps Cade coming back. Chromed claws dig into another seam, buckling the surrounding armor down, then up again as that claw curls in and pulls back, opening another gap along his back. He’d lost count of them somewhere along the way.
“C’mon, get up,” Barricade’s voice, slick and smooth with the tinge of a slur. “Got somethin’ special set up.”
The open air stings along his circuits and cables as he follows the other mech, and he wonders – not for the first time – how the other can stand to have so much exposed all the time. “What’s all of this about, Barricade?” he rumbles. Barricade just laughs, long and loud, pushing open a door to the next room.
Hanging from the ceiling is a nightmare contraption, all thick chains and heavy hooks, swaying and clinking against each other in the slight breeze. What is this about? He finally gets an answer, eventually… after Barricade’s prodded him under the thing and slipped the hooks into the new gaps in his armor, along his back and front and in his knees. The police car nears him for a moment, sliding a sharp dental along one antenna and chuckling low.
“I’m giving you the sky f’r a while, darlin’. If you can hack it~” Abruptly, Barricade’s present is gone, and with the scream of chains through pulleys, the hooks yank him up and the ground drops away.
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this is delicious
Anon and Nemvoy, 21
Anon’s flicked back and forth through his circuit color schemes several times now. Once he figured it out, it became easy. Blue, white, blue, white. Blue’s for most Basics, white… for those better.
He hasn’t felt like either of those in a while. But even if he figured out how to switch between the two schemes, he can’t figure out how to change it to what he wants. Either way, they were both too bright, now. He’d had to escape the apartment since that whole ‘refusal to give up his disc’ thing and his kicking up a row about how nobody had noticed he was off since Zone 7. How could they not?! Two of them knew his coding, if not in entirety than in pieces, and he shared coding with a few of the other programs. Someone should have known.
But they hadn’t. So he’d packed up and left. Which would be easier, if he didn’t blaze bright white all the time. His own status was a curse.
So he’d been following Convoy like a stubborn dog the last few days. The little program can be hard to shake when he tries.
Finally, Convoy rounded on him, seeming markedly unimpressed with Anon. He can deal. Anon slipped down the hood on the cloak he was wearing, pulled his disc off of his back, thrust it at the car plaintively. “Help me. Want colors like yours.”
Re: Anon and Nemvoy, 21
AND ANON ;A; nemvoy would just...stare and wonder if he should go find some paint...
Re: Anon and Nemvoy, 21
That would probably be best, Nemvoy. You are the only one he can come to with his crazy paranoid problem, just humor him.
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Anon and Flynn, 55
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Barricade & Shockwave 26
Barricade and Shockwave, 26
He’s not cold enough for science, he figures. Physics, sure; he’d learned that because he’d needed it and he was damn good at it. But he doubted he’d find much friendliness with scientists, and he’d mostly been right. Though this Shockwave is something of an anomaly in that, not that he can complain. Particularly when things are falling apart for him and he’s gotten himself tangled and trussed up in his own lies. Again.
His wing twitches sharply as the humanized ‘Con reconnects wires along his spinal struts, eliciting a sharp ‘tsk’ from the other. He rolls his optics. “Shut it. It ain’t you she’s trying to murder, now is it?” Shockwave grunts at him, intentionally tugging on a bit of tubing too hard and making him jerk as though a live wire just came into contact with his back. As if she needed the extra help against him. "All right, all right, kick your coolin' fans on, mech. Just stop doing that."
That Connor woman, one way or another, is going to be the death of him if he doesn’t get rid of her, first. Honestly. Trying to take her son? He has better things to do.
Like stealing all of the other things that belong to her. Not that Shockwave would let him, he’s certain. So he just has to keep up with the dance, and endure the other’s prodding when he can’t reach his own injuries.
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Barricade and Ratchet - 25
"Transformers Theme 2007"
What fragging world are they on, anyway?
Barricade can’t be bothered to remember the name the natives gave it. Just that it’s some other place with some other organics and Megatron isn’t here. Starscream had led them wrong again. He’s starting to wonder if the jet isn’t doing it on purpose and he’s just giving him slack because he’d taken care of Barricade while he was a hatchling.
No. No, frag that. It doesn’t matter right now anyway. Right now, he’s made planetfall and Blackout and Bonecrusher are in over their heads against the Autobots. Typical failure of leadership, really. If ‘Crusher had come up with this plan, they wouldn’t be getting their afts handed to them, surely. He rotates his cannon out, casually firing on Ironhide as he trots up. Flick a flail into place, let it loose, pull it back, watch Jazz flail around on his back for just long enough. “Recalling both of you. Get back to the ship, I’ll cover you.”
Rotate out the plasma lasers and lay down cover fire at Ironhide. Just like clockwork. He can feel the thunder of Blackout loping off, followed by the rumbling roll of Bonecrusher’s wheeled feet.
That’s when he notices that another mech has stepped in to cover Ironhide and Jazz, the same as Barricade’s doing for his own people. Huh. Interesting. He makes note of the face and the weapons being used as he starts backing up, still firing. Not going to turn his back on you, oh no. That’d be crazy.
Back on the ship, hooked into the ship’s interface – he can feel the entire damn thing from here, curled comfortably in his mind along the space taken up by Frenzy’s vibrant presence – they make a quick getaway. And he starts checking the archives for information of that other mech.
Ratchet, is it? This one might be worth looking into.
If nothing else, it’ll be a good way to pass the time, waiting for the next botched attempt to find the Cube and their leader.
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