Post by Airwatcher on Jul 23, 2020 11:51:56 GMT
(Vanessa Bishop, finally posted)
Airwathcer rubber his visor, giving a long blink from behind it as he transformed, heading down a dark alleyway. Most human cities (or their outskirts) had been upgraded to accommodate cybertronians, and now a days there numbered a plethora of nooks and crannies for anyone to find a resting perch in. Or cause mischief. I just…need so much time to think.. his thruster wheezed and his door wings trailed downward as he leaned against the wall entirely, slowly sliding to seated position. He lowered his helm. 1:17 a.m. He read his HUD. The graveyard shift of his business was lucrative, but pushed him to the limit. It didn’t help that lately his mind had been occupied with Amura. His visor dimmed as he furrowed his optic ridges.
How are we even a thing… He thought. She’s always going to be so far away…I’m never going to be able to be there for her. Heck, this whole thing was probably a bad idea. It’s making me slow down. I delivered fifty less messages every day this week because I keep thinking of her. He shook his helm, looking to the side. He recollected their moments together. Those soft eyes, those priceless exchanges. I mean I am on Earth..one reason i took commissions here was an excuse to surprise see her again. He knew if Virtex were present she’d have something to say. Graph and Chaff, his old partners in crime would likely join in, or still be roasting him for having a femme in the first place. Gosh I could use some solid bro-time right about now. Sighing, the two-wheeler looked around the alleyways again, analyzing them. He was in a city after all, and in the wee hours of the morning, many different breeds of people came out to prey on the weak and the weary. His engine released a low rumble as if to growl at the darkness.
I need a recharge after this shift. I still got at least twenty more messages… He thought. Maybe the next dozen wouldn’t be too difficult. Or miss-dials. Airwatcher rolled his optics. The likelihood of the latter was so incredibly low he didn’t bother running numbers.
“Well. This vibe sucks.” He spoke into the darkenss, before he selected his iPod app, and scrolled through his playlists.
-Motivate me
-You Like Jazz
-Getting Grody with Da Brody
-RACE
-RACE FASTER
-idk
-Thinking
-Dance Mahthafraggah
-Proffessho-roll.
-Juss Chillin’.
Airwatcher considered the first few options in his playlists. He couldn’t help but almost laugh at some of his own phrasing. Ahhh….I’m feeling some Motivate Me right now. Airwatcher cranked his volume from his sound system to max before music boomed across the alleyways, resonating as he rose to his feet, stretching some of his joints before his next set of deliveries.