Transformers R.I.D (Robots in Disguise)

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OOC: Uhm, hate to break it to you, but C-17s don't have window seats. LOL...

[MagicGirl]

(Ooohhh. I need to look at picture of this stuff. Thanks for the heads up )

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OOC: Here you go:



Except the middle seats in the NEST C-17s have been taken out for the 'Bots. =3

[MagicGirl]

(OK, thanks Luna! and for my post, think she was near the doors but not to close. The other girls would be closer if they sat to her lift)

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Luna laughed at Gabrielle’s comment, but her humour faded quickly as Cybrella walked up the ramp. The femme was in her human form; her purple eyes were disconcerting to the hybrid. She shifted uncomfortably, tugging at her seat belt as if it needed adjusting, compulsively checking her pistols. Luna settled for lying one of the miniature monsters in her lap; the barrel was so long it reached across her lap easily. Pulling a cloth from her pocket, she rubbed the metal, trying to put her mind at ease. This plane is filled with armed soldiers, Luna reminded herself, If Cybrella tries anything, she’ll be dead in half a second. Still, her instincts told her to stay vigilant, and so she did.

When everyone was secured, the ramp rose up with a metal groan, and Luna trembled. Once it was closed, there was no turning back. They’d be in here for around eight hours, crammed into this flying death trap with the smell of soldier’s sweat, gunmetal, and oil. Luna was sure she’d go insane with Cybrella in here, with her near-human appearance, model looks, foggy past. Only time could tell, though.

[MagicGirl]

“Well, no turning back now. I'm stuck in a flying death trip. Yay.” Gabrielle muttered. After they were in the air she Gabrielle realized that this was going to be a long, emphasis on the long, trip with mostly men and some who already started to smell like sweat. “Oh you have got to be kidding me. Would it kill the men to take baths more often?” She moaned putting her head in her hands. She then turned to Luna and when she got closer she said, “Luna, I'm either going to give myself a brain freeze when we get to Russia trying to clear my nose, spray this plane with my favorite perfume to try to help the coming stink, or put my helmet on and hope that keeps the man stink away.” She glanced around and leaned over to the girls and whispered, “I'm most likely going to do two then three in that order.” Razor had turned on her holoform by then and giggled at what Gabrielle said, leaning on her real form. “I vote for two; these human males stink to Cybertron and we've barely started flying.” One of the solders heard that then looked their way. “Hey, we don't stink.” “Well, I don't.” Another said.

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Transformer Form
Name: Skids
Nickname(If wanted): Skids
Age: (in human) 19
Gender: Male
Looks: http://unknowntheartist.files.wordpress ... /skids.jpg
History(optional): long story
Personality: Fights strong
Special Abilities: Can heal and move things by thinking
Crush(If wanted): nope
Theme song: Bowlingball by superchick
Other: 'Booya! and Im a transformer by heart

[MagicGirl]

(accsepted and good choce on the song. It's one of my favorites. You need that boy like a bowling ball...)

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(( omg LOVE that song its awesome

dropped on your head
Which means not at all
You have too much to give, to live to waste your time on him ))

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OOC: Make sure we don't spam the topic, guys. ^__^

BIC: Luna laughed at the dialogue between Gabrielle, Razor Wing, and the soldiers. They didn’t smell all that bad, and the average human wouldn’t even notice it. But one of Luna’s inherited traits was a good sense of smell. Because of the Allspark, Gabrielle had some Cybertronian traits, too, so the girls had to endure together. After a while, though, the scent faded -- it was a proven fact that, after someone smells something, the scent will seemingly go away after about a minute unless its stirred up. Thankfully, everyone sat pretty still, and so it wasn’t so bad. Besides, the familiar scents were somewhat comforting to Luna--soldiers always out her at ease. The idea that she was surrounded by at least twenty guys who would fight with her was soothing to the hybrid’s mind… even with Cybrella in her presence.