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Post by Victoria Marcus on Aug 27, 2011 3:42:32 GMT -5
((Evangiline LA, Sept. 13th, 2027))
The graceful redhead had snuck away from Firelaunch for a day, though she knew he likely worried, she had indeed left an away note, one stating she had gone for a race, though in truth, she had gone to drink about a 750 ml bottle of 100 proof Captain Morgan rum with a few shots of Everclear. She had set up camp a few miles from Jennings, Louisiana, right in her biological mother and stepfather's rather extensive backyard which covered a 15 mile radius from their actual home. A large, wooded, spacious area which Victoria Marcus had set up her tent upon, merely listening to her head phones which played a mix of both classic and alternative rock as she enjoyed the painless time of of inebriation for the evening.
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Post by Wheeljack on Aug 27, 2011 5:08:19 GMT -5
Wheeljack had been going stir crazy at the base and snuck out in the middle of the night, making a bee line southward to get out of the state as quick as he could. From there, he started poking around the wireless data network, searching for something to do to allow himself to just unwind and relax. Ah, street races, and there was one coming up near Slidell, Louisiana. "That will do nicely indeed." he said to himself with a chuckle and the white 2005 Mustang GT with cobalt blue racing stripes headed down into Southern Louisiana to check it out. But a day and a half of driving put him in the area two nights too early. "Aw, slag, just my luck... Hmmm, I wonder if there's anything fun to do down here?" he mused and started just driving around randomly. It didn't take him long before he ended up near another small town and discovered dry rice fields. "Oh hey! That'll work! Incoming stunt drivin' street mech!" he laughed and headed down the dirt road between two large fields before turning and launching himself off the road and over the embankment into the shallow depression, deliberately turning and skidding sideways, kicking up dust and dirt as he went. "WHEEEEEHAAAAAH!" he hollered as he bolted across the paddy field and launched himself into the air again off another embankment, his turbo-charged engine roaring gleefully. He was having far, far too much fun racing around the dry rice fields, jumping from one to the next and squealing like an overcharged Sparkling.
Then he hit one embankment who's slope was masked by the vegetation, looking like it was even only for Wheeljack to discover too late that it wasn't, his left front tire lifting first and sending him into a roll over flight into the next field. "WHOA SLAG!" he yelped loudly as his vehicle mode rolled over and landed almost sideways, going into a series of flips as he transformed, rolling six or seven times before the two ton bot came to rest on his back, staring up at the night sky. "Well, okay, that didn't quite work the way I planned it." he chuckled to himself and sat up, one hand going to his head for a moment. "Okay, c'mon gyros, get it together now." he muttered, shaking his head a bit trying to clear the brief dizziness from the rather uncoordinated crash he had just gone through as he sat there, his white and blue armor a little dinged, scraped, and very dirty.
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Post by Victoria Marcus on Aug 27, 2011 5:26:54 GMT -5
The tall redhead had been drinking all of 15 feet from her tent when this large blue and white metallic being rolled right over her poor, poor tent. Needless to say her drunken attention went right to where he poor shelter for the night had been plowed over "What the flin' hell in pitspawned Hades?!?!" the redhead exclaimed as she clutched her rum to her chest, watching as her rather unlucky tent ended up stuck in the joints of this large being "OK! Whao, whao, hold the motha fucking phone here, I know cybertronians, my bro is one, but, do pray tell, what the flyin' fuck are you doin' trying to make out with my tent?! I was planning to sleep off this booze in that you know!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she yelled before sighing and taking another rather large sip out if her second bottle of booze "Greeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeat jus' my luck. . ." she muttered, shaking her head slightly.
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Post by Wheeljack on Aug 27, 2011 5:35:16 GMT -5
Wheeljack blinked as he was hollered at and turned a bit to look at the irritated red head. He then looked at himself and found her now mangled tent hanging off his shoulder. "Oh, slag..." He then tried to carefully pull it from where it was stuck and looked at it, then to her. "Sorry 'bout that, I didn't even know anyone was out here. Ummm..." he looked at the tent again, then gave her a sheepish look. "I uhhh... well, I could try to fix it... I think?" he offered hopefully, though judging from the damage, he wasn't sure if it could be fixed.
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Post by Victoria Marcus on Aug 27, 2011 5:39:52 GMT -5
Vic began giggling a good bit at that "Do you know how bloody ridiculous you look wit my unfortunate tent hanging outta ya shoulder?" she asked, moving to sit down before pulling out a cigarette and lighting up, a rather amused smirk on her lips as she took another swig of her drink and looked at to the blue and white one "Okay, okay. . . .name's Victoria. . . .what'sya designation, function and all that fuckin' jazz?" she asked, giving a half smile,the left side of her face not reacting quite as well as the right.
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Post by Wheeljack on Aug 27, 2011 5:53:32 GMT -5
He had to chuckle a bit at that, carefully pulling the rest of her tent from his shoulder and looking at it in his hands, then sighed and shook his head, setting it down for now. He then smiled at her. "Victoria, I like it. Funny enough, I got a friend named Jazz. he replied with a chuckle. "Name's Wheeljack, n I suppose you could say I'm a mechanical engineer n inventor of sorts, though my inventions don't always go according to plan. I'm also something of a stunt driver n racer, I just love the feel of the open road under my wheels." he offered with a shrug. "So, you know one of my kind then, huh? Anybot I know?" he asked with a tilt of his head.
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Post by Victoria Marcus on Aug 27, 2011 6:11:11 GMT -5
Vic chuckled at that "A friend named Jazz eh? eh, dun know 'im, eh, well, my bro's Firelaunch, and I also know Swindle. . .oh that's an interestin' mech, say that much there and I do believe that's enough." she said giving a half smile as she move to try to stand, collapsing in something of a drunken heap she didn't feel the pain by a mere basic scan would show she just injured her right knee, it also looked like it by how that leg bent, but she showed no signs of the pain "Inventor eh? Sounds like ya might have some brains, or processor power I suppose would be the right term, well, nice ta meetcha!" she said extending a rather fragile looking human hand to attmept to shake his.
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Post by Wheeljack on Aug 27, 2011 6:22:26 GMT -5
"Oh." he responded and tilted his head at the mention of Firelaunch and Swindle. "I uh, I know those two, kinda. Swindle's not exactly the best company, I'll say that much. He n his buddies aren't the nicest bunch." He winced a bit and he activated his holoform, who knelt down to help her up into at least a sitting position. "Ya can call me Jack if ya like." the holoform offered with a smile. "Looks like ya banged up your knee a bit though. Here, let me have a look, make sure it's not too bad." he offered and lightly set his hand along side her injured knee as his true form moved closer, settling himself just a few feet from her and his holoform.
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Post by Victoria Marcus on Aug 27, 2011 6:41:12 GMT -5
Vic had to have a laugh there, shrugging slightly "Eh, Swin ain't that bad. Tha bugga helpped me fight my way through a bar room brawl he wasn't even a parta originally. . . .someone who halps a drunk woman fight of a few would-be molesters. . . .or worse, can't be aaaaall bad. . ." she said smiling a bit before looking at her knee a moment "Ah shit, I dun think it's meant to bend that way. . . .ummmmmmmmm. . . .yeeeeeeea, that sucks major aft, glad I'm drunk, but I'mma feel it in the mornin', ain't I? Ah fuck me sideways. . ." she said before realizing the possably unfotunate implications of her statment and looking right at Jack "NOT an offer. . . .ok, it may be, ya cute, but consitering human joints ain't meant to bend that way. . ." she said pointing to her oddly bend knee "I believe a raincheck would be in order anyways." she said before sighing and flopping back on her. . . .well, back "I needanotha drink" she said grabbing her bottle of rum and going for another swig.
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Post by Wheeljack on Aug 27, 2011 7:00:02 GMT -5
"Oh slag, that's bad." he grimaced and shook his head. "It's... broken... badly..." he shook his head a bit. "Okay, hold on a moment." His true form fished around the tent, snapping poles to the right length to use for a splint and carefully ripping the tent fabric into strips. "I gotta reset this, and it's gonna hurt a bit. Good thing you got that in your system, so this shouldn't hurt nearly as much." Jack warned her, then got a good grip and pulled, straightening her leg and using his true form's scanners, was able to align the bones and set them the way they're supposed to be. He then arranged the metal rods around her leg and started tying the splints into place. "This'll hold for now, but we need ta get you to a doctor to fix this more permanently. I know a good one." he said to her, then moved more to her side. "I wouldn't try to take advantage with you in this condition anyway. If I'm gonna do anything like that, I prefer a willing partner who's in control of her faculties and not damaged." he offered with a smile. "When you're ready, I'll get ya in my alt mode n we can get you proper medical help, alright?"
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Post by Victoria Marcus on Aug 27, 2011 7:08:56 GMT -5
Vic's body tensed when he reset it then "Goddamned sonova syphilis ridden slaggin' pitspawned whore from the most forsaken level of the bloody pit. . . . . ." she exclaimed for a moment before just looking at her leg curiously "Ok, OK, admittedly, that did not hurt NEAR as much as I expected, daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn I really am drunk, aren't I?' she said with an uneasy chuckle as she watched him complete the splint. She then looked to him, smiling a bit, yet again, the right side of her face reacting more than the left "I am in control of my mental facilities, bein' how I am have that lil perk, but I am, admittedly, damaged at this point in time as you pointed out and yea, this needs attending to. Best to head to do so before my hate of doctors ovarides my rational thinkin'." she said with a lopsided grin, considering her better judgment showed very, very well when drunk, as opposed to her telling it to stuff it when sober.
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Post by Wheeljack on Aug 27, 2011 7:19:51 GMT -5
"Okay, my real form's gonna carry you over to the road where it's smoother so the drive won't jostle ya near as much." he told her and Wheeljack gently picked her up in his hands, using his entire hand and forearm to support her as Jack gathered up her things and followed his true form to the road. Wheeljack then ever so gently set her down once Jack had set her stuff aside and was ready to support her while the eighteen foot tall mech transformed. Jack then helped her into the passenger seat, which was scooted all the way back and reclined for her comfort and so her leg would be straight and supported. Jack arranged her stuff on the floorboard, using the sleeping bag rolled up and tied to support her foot and keep her leg straight. He then shut the door and got in the driver's side. "You let me know if you need anything, alright?" Jack offered as Wheeljack started forward slowly on the dirt road, waiting until he was on smooth pavement before he picked up speed to make sure she wasn't jostled unnecessarily.
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Post by Victoria Marcus on Aug 27, 2011 7:26:34 GMT -5
Vic nodded, looking at the open bottle of rum still in her hand before shrugging, going for the window control on his alt mode, lowering said window and tossing the bottle out "Open container law, the cops 'ere headhunt on that kinda shit thanks to tha dumbass LaBlue brothers bein' a buncha dumbasses." she commented, rolling the window up once more an relaxing back, her hands coming up to rest above her head as she gave a heavy sigh "Yeeeea, I've really done it. . .heh, figures, I can throw most people, sturdy as fuck bitch when I needa be, but I get drunk an' fall and there goes my damned knee. . ." she said, seeming to relax a little before sitting near upright, least as upright as her injured knee allowed "Shit, I needa contact 'Launch an' let my bro know what tha fuck happened othawise 'es gonna be worried, an' ya do NOT want my bro pissed, he gets scary as I do when pissed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she said as she franticly searched for her cellphone.
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Post by Wheeljack on Aug 27, 2011 7:36:11 GMT -5
Jack looked over and held out his hand a moment. "Hey, hey, easy." he urged and reached under her leg for the collection of things he had retrieved, easily finding her phone, though his head was nearly in her lap as he did so. He sat back up a bit and handed the phone to her. "There ya go. Let him know you're gonna be alright n that I'll have your leg taken care of soon, even if I gotta do it myself." he said, hoping that didn't sound nearly as ominous a it felt to him. For know the splint was stable and it'd be a day and a half drive back to base. He started to wonder if he should call for a ground bridge or if he should find a local hospital instead. "Look, it's a day n a half drive back, so we got three options: take the drive n hope the splint holds up, ground bridge n get there quick, or hit a local hospital, your choice." he offered, figuring it should be her choice either way.
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Post by Victoria Marcus on Aug 27, 2011 7:42:12 GMT -5
The tall redhead smirked a bit when his head was near in her lap "Hey now, ya put ya head there and ya likely to gimme ideas. . .oh, wait, too late!" she said grinning a bit, though when he sat up properly, she mockingly pouted a bit "Oh sucha tease." she said in jest before leaning towards him, not moving her leg too much as she brought up a hand to caress his cheek a bit, her oh so tightly masked accent slipping through strongly "Now now, I see no reason to truly rush." she said giving that half grin "A bridge or the long way work for me, hones'ly, I dun trust Louisiana hospitals, it's why this Cajun woman didn't stick aroun' this back ass wata state."
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