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Dec. 17th, 2007

  • 9:56 AM
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*He did what he could in the medbay, however- he left as soon as he wasn't needed. He sat and thought for the longest minute- sliding down the wall outside of the medbay- beginning to rock back and forth. He shot today, he went into battle today. He didn't choke, so that's good- yes?

Now, he's just worried about how everyone else is going to be- and pulls out a sketchpad and marker- and begins to draw*

Dec. 4th, 2007

  • 12:26 AM
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* He's wandered in after the two artists have left, and looks over the mural quietly. He's not an artist, like Sunstreaker- but he did steal a new sketchbook once. He unsubspaces a pencil, and begins to follow as well as he can- the mural on the wall. Instead of drawing them all together, he flips the pages constantly- drawing each mech seperate. He makes little noises to himself, no rhyming this time- alone in the empty room. His eyes flick from line to line, contour to contour- tracing it on paper faithfully. He stares at the mural for a good, long few moments... and finally finishes up the last few sketches.

The sniper looks around, checking here and there for anyone that might have seen him, and closes the book to subspace it a moment later. With optics flickering here and there, and a sense of secrecy equal to that of Jazz- he makes his way to the secondary Med-bay that everyone has forgot.

It has its own stock of energon, and weaponry- and in short has become a sort of base for him. Once there, he begins to rip the sketches out of the book and glue them to the wall with a sort of epoxy. By each bot as he pastes, is a series of glyphs in Cybertronian- like notes on a test. However, as he pastes Skydive, his fingers linger- and he rubs his cheek against the drawing in a soft, affectionate coo. He eases back to observe his newest work, and sits down with his cube of energon- and his bit of rope.

Cat's cradle his on his fingers, and thoughts are in his mind- tumbling and jumbling.

And all through this...

He never says a word.*

[*giggles*]

  • Dec. 2nd, 2007 at 4:09 PM
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To Silver and Sapphire in shadows Unfound.

  • Nov. 27th, 2007 at 12:51 PM
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To Saffron and Ebony of Hills UnBound.

  • Nov. 27th, 2007 at 11:36 AM
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. . .

  • Nov. 27th, 2007 at 1:35 AM
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[I'm Alive] [Be not Bold]

  • Nov. 27th, 2007 at 1:10 AM
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[Hiding]

  • Nov. 1st, 2007 at 10:43 AM
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Can'tsleeppeoplegomissingcan'tsleeppeoplegomissingcan'tsleeppeoplegomissing... *Rocking back and forth, nomming on fingertips, vents hyperventilating. Optics squeezing offline, and putting head on knees.* Can'tsleepwon'tsleepCadegoneDivebombgonewhonextwhonextwhonextwhonext.Willyoutakemymatetoo? Nononononononnno. NotSkyNOTSKYNOTSKYNOTSKY!

--System Overheating--

--system cooldown initiated--

--System Reboot--

--System Restore--

--Unit:: online --

--Status:: Forced Recharge--
  • Location:sikrit
  • Mood: scared terrified
  • Music:The Trick is to Keep Breathing- Garbage

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I think too much

  • Oct. 21st, 2007 at 9:24 AM

The stars make for nice lights here. I went to check out on Scorpy, but Dive Bomb had gotten him first- so it is a good thing. There's mounds of dirt everywhere, and they make for nice spots to sit on. Least they're softer than the floors I usually inhabit. *fingertips beginning to tap a soft tattoo, beginning to rock back and forth* I hate the night sometimes. The shadows and the dark can hold as many secrets as me, and that's not usually a good thing. The Dark and the Light and always ...always....a battle somewhere.

War, I have learned- does not depend on factions to continue itself. Its a disease, an illness... a parasite.

I hate War.

Ironically enough, like a few other mechs- s'what I was made for.

Guns here, guns there, armory everywhere. Hear things when I walk, I talk, I sleep, I live.

Advanced eyesight that can pick out the chinks between the armor of the enemy and at the same time- see the blood flowing through fuellines.

I can't turn it off, there IS no off button for this.

What happens, in this time of peace- to the War-Mechs that are built solely for this purpose?

Will psychosis consume us all?

I do not think I have it, no murderous intent to kill people....save one, but he really irked me.

Heh, haven't been this lucid in a long time. S'a...bit frightening really.

It'll come back, though- it never stays away long, that grey fog. Sometimes I kind of enjoy it. I don't see war, I don't see blood. I don't see the way that Polyhex looked before the ....slag it.

Nononononononono.

*shaking head* Will not go there, will not go there, will not go there...

*slight whimper, fingertips curling to his helm* Slagitslagitslagitslagitslagit.

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Mmm...clouds.

  • Oct. 15th, 2007 at 7:54 AM
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Skydive took me flying and I think I finally see the appeal you seekers have in mid-air acrobatics.

Hm, we must investigate this zero-G thing.

No poems today, feeling a bit more clear up here. *snuggles next to bondmate*

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