[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Girl Meets Boy {Renegade and Whirl, Closed}
Apr 26, 2018 17:32:19 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2018 17:32:19 GMT -5
Week 2, Day 5
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The femme had only recently arrived and been welcomed into the Autobot base. She was nervous; especially being in such a tightly enclosed space. She wasn't even quite sure what to make of the whole situation yet. She yearned for the war to be over.
To be able to settle down, preferably by herself, and not have to deal with the prospect of betrayal or false hope ever again. She wanted to curl up and be all alone... To have peace and quiet.. To... Anything! This dreadful war was beginning to tear her apart from the inside; as if an infectious disease, draining her. Slowly. She was in no mood to socialize. Then again, she never was after Hijack back-stabbed her, both figuratively and literally.
Renegade traipsed into the rec room, hoping to find some form of comfort. Where had her memory flown off to? What she knew of... It was all jumbled, bits and pieces sliding together slowly, though, the lines blurred.
She shook her helm, heaving an exasperated sigh as she cast a wary glance across her surroundings. Her cyan optics finally landed on what seemed to be a mech; though, he was taller than her. She'd always found those taller than her intimidating, though she guessed that she was just as intimidating toward those shorter than her. What a funny thing, a giant meeting a beanstalk. She shoved the amusement to the back of her mind, her visage remaining one of little expression.
She took the first step forward, eyeing him curiously. He was made up of an array of blues, grays, and whites, with a singular, piercing yellow optic seated upon his helm. She swayed slightly approaching him, tilting her helm slightly. You're okay, Renegade. You're okay... Once she got past her feelings of anxiety, she carefully and more closely studied the mech.
He was different; that was for sure. Though, not quite enough to deter her in her path toward him. She offered a calm smile, her lips curving, allowing her optics to brighten. She spoke clearly, in a deep, husky yet feminine voice. Her wings fluttered gently, in a upbeat, happier fashion than usual.
"....Hello.."
@whirl
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The femme had only recently arrived and been welcomed into the Autobot base. She was nervous; especially being in such a tightly enclosed space. She wasn't even quite sure what to make of the whole situation yet. She yearned for the war to be over.
To be able to settle down, preferably by herself, and not have to deal with the prospect of betrayal or false hope ever again. She wanted to curl up and be all alone... To have peace and quiet.. To... Anything! This dreadful war was beginning to tear her apart from the inside; as if an infectious disease, draining her. Slowly. She was in no mood to socialize. Then again, she never was after Hijack back-stabbed her, both figuratively and literally.
Renegade traipsed into the rec room, hoping to find some form of comfort. Where had her memory flown off to? What she knew of... It was all jumbled, bits and pieces sliding together slowly, though, the lines blurred.
She shook her helm, heaving an exasperated sigh as she cast a wary glance across her surroundings. Her cyan optics finally landed on what seemed to be a mech; though, he was taller than her. She'd always found those taller than her intimidating, though she guessed that she was just as intimidating toward those shorter than her. What a funny thing, a giant meeting a beanstalk. She shoved the amusement to the back of her mind, her visage remaining one of little expression.
She took the first step forward, eyeing him curiously. He was made up of an array of blues, grays, and whites, with a singular, piercing yellow optic seated upon his helm. She swayed slightly approaching him, tilting her helm slightly. You're okay, Renegade. You're okay... Once she got past her feelings of anxiety, she carefully and more closely studied the mech.
He was different; that was for sure. Though, not quite enough to deter her in her path toward him. She offered a calm smile, her lips curving, allowing her optics to brighten. She spoke clearly, in a deep, husky yet feminine voice. Her wings fluttered gently, in a upbeat, happier fashion than usual.
"....Hello.."
@whirl