Old and Busted; New Hotness
Jul 23, 2012 20:08:40 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2012 20:08:40 GMT -5
War, Soledad had heard once, was characterized by long stretches of boredom punctuated by moments of utter terror. After having been a captive of a species at war for - well, it was difficult to keep track of time on the warship, but weeks at least, Soledad had a sneaking suspicion that the saying was utter bullshit. Her experiences had been all over the map: starting with terror, yes, but there had also been annoyance, anger, despair, smug triumph when she beat Starscream at his own twisted game, warmth and humor directed toward Jeff and the other Eradicons who visited her, and (most treacherous of all, and not even torture would get her to admit this) homesickness.
Yet boredom was definitely a part of it. Soul-crushing, horrendous boredom.
There was only so many times she could read the two books she'd brought with her (she'd once had a third one, but she'd left it on a bus in Fresno). Her sketchbook was almost full. Her Pokemon figures were nice, but they'd be so much more entertaining (not to mention useful) if they could actually breathe fire or throw lightning. Her tiny enclosure didn't provide anything to climb and not enough room to really run. Soledad was bored. Stupidly bored. Magnificently bored. Bored past the point of dull-eyed lethargy straight into "I have to do something RIGHT NOW or I will go insane."
So, she was singing.
"I'm on a blimp! I'm on a blimp! Everybody look at me, 'cause I'm floatin' on a blimp!" Soledad crowed. Admittedly, the vehicle she was on was not a blimp, but - eh, details. "Take a good hard look at the mother-frakkin' blimp!" Twisting her hips and vamping like a Pussycat Doll, Soledad danced and sang her way around her cage. Sure, it'd be embarrassing if anyone caught her at it, but hell - it was exercise, which was something she sorely needed living almost exclusively on Happy Meals.
"I got my long coat, and my google-goggles, I'm all steampunk, you at a mall at Hot To- aaaahhh!"
Soledad leaped three feet in shock. In the doorway to the lab was an absolutely ginormous silhouette. Soledad stumbled back against her shelter, clutching her chest to make sure her heart was still beating.
((Note: the song Soledad's singing can be heard here: web.dragoncontv.com/videos/428/))
Yet boredom was definitely a part of it. Soul-crushing, horrendous boredom.
There was only so many times she could read the two books she'd brought with her (she'd once had a third one, but she'd left it on a bus in Fresno). Her sketchbook was almost full. Her Pokemon figures were nice, but they'd be so much more entertaining (not to mention useful) if they could actually breathe fire or throw lightning. Her tiny enclosure didn't provide anything to climb and not enough room to really run. Soledad was bored. Stupidly bored. Magnificently bored. Bored past the point of dull-eyed lethargy straight into "I have to do something RIGHT NOW or I will go insane."
So, she was singing.
"I'm on a blimp! I'm on a blimp! Everybody look at me, 'cause I'm floatin' on a blimp!" Soledad crowed. Admittedly, the vehicle she was on was not a blimp, but - eh, details. "Take a good hard look at the mother-frakkin' blimp!" Twisting her hips and vamping like a Pussycat Doll, Soledad danced and sang her way around her cage. Sure, it'd be embarrassing if anyone caught her at it, but hell - it was exercise, which was something she sorely needed living almost exclusively on Happy Meals.
"I got my long coat, and my google-goggles, I'm all steampunk, you at a mall at Hot To- aaaahhh!"
Soledad leaped three feet in shock. In the doorway to the lab was an absolutely ginormous silhouette. Soledad stumbled back against her shelter, clutching her chest to make sure her heart was still beating.
((Note: the song Soledad's singing can be heard here: web.dragoncontv.com/videos/428/))