Unicron: I have summoned you here for a purpose.
Megatron: Nobody summons Megatron.
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Megatron: [crushing Starscream] You left me to die on that pathetic insect planet!
Starscream: Only to help spawn our new army! The Fallen decrees it! After all, in your absence, SOMEONE had to take command...
[Megatron slams Starscream against the wall containing protoform sacks]
Megatron: So disappointing...
Starscream: {gasping for air] Hatchlings! Hatchlings! Careful, fragile!
Megatron: Even in death, there is no command but MINE![/url]
Sєt.Mє.Frєє. wrote:
Charlotte shot the two a venomous(sp?) glare. The scowl had seemed to have been permanently attatched to her face. "Let me put it this way and perhaps you will understand. If you try to run then we will kill you. If you try to jump ship then we will kill you. If you actually do suceed to jump ship without us killing you first, which is highly doubtful, then you will not survive out at sea by yourselves. It is hard out there and you will either starve or you will get attacked by whatever may be out there. So go ahead, try and jump ship. See how that works out for you." The dark-haired girl paused for a moment before glancing back at them. "Plus, it's the Captain's orders. If it was up to me, you two would be stayin' down there." With a small shrug and another sigh, she began to walk through the small crowds of people that had gathered on the ship. Some of Charlotte's shipmates seemed to have started to notice the two humans; everyone had heard of what had happened. Two humans hadn't been killed for specific reasons. So, actually seeing them was obviously something to them.
"On babysitting duty, Charlotte?" one of the men who was standing in a large group called over to Charlotte with a laugh. His friends seemed to find that hilarious and began to laugh along with him. Charlotte shot a glare at him, but continued to walk. She obviously didn't find it very funny. Without a reply, she swiftly walked past the man to go towards where all the food was kept. When she reached a fairly large wooden door, she pushed it open and stepped inside. Gesturing for the two humans to follow her, she glanced around through slitted eyes. "I assume you're all pretty hungry. So, because we have to keep you alive, I'm gonna' give you two enough food to fill you up. That way I don't havta' feed you ever couple of minutes." Charlotte's tone was a bit lighter than it had been before, so her anger at being on 'babysitting duty' had obviously dimmed.
The dark-haired girl began to walk farther into the room, taking in the smells of all the food. The chef on the Phantom was exellent; he could make almost anything requested and, if he couldn't, he'd learn how. Charlotte glanced around in search for the man, but he was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps he was taking a break?
Instead of waiting for the chef to pop up, Charlotte simply walked over to some of the cabinets and began to search through them. "Anything in particular you two want?" she asked, her voice soft and curious. She glanced back at the two, one eyebrow raised.
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Carter found himself blinking repeatedly as the sunlight hit his face, directly hitting his eyes. The bright light caused a sharp pain to arouse on the back of the young man's head, causing him to try to, unsucessfully, stifle a gasp. He clenched his teeth and continued to follow the angry-looking girl. When the other boy asked why they were being taken out of the brig when they could quickly try to run, Carter swallowed. He waited for the girl to yell, but she simply talked to them and explained what would happen. He didn't like their options.
Staying silent the whole time, Carter followed the girl as she pushed her way through the small crowds and groups of pirates. They seemed to stare at him and the other boy as if they were an entirely different creature. This only made him even more nervous. Why were they here in the first place? Why had they, two ordinary people on the boat, been kept alive? Why hadn't they chosen one of the older men, who could have more than likely been more useful? These types of questions flooded Carter's mind and he couldn't help but sigh. He had a strong feeling that soon he'd be finding out why they had been kept alive. He also had a feeling that he wouldn't like the answer.
When one of the men shouted over to the girl, he raised an eyebrow. 'Babysitting duty'? Carter felt himself scowl ever so slightly. So, she had to 'babysit' them? That was just great. Hearing that made Carter look down in slight embarrassment. It wasn't as if they were children. They could look after themselves perfectly fine. But the dark-haired boy continued to stay silent; he knew that speaking out would only cause more problems for him and possibly the other boy as well.
Realization then took hold on the young man. The man had called the girl leading them Charlotte. So, her name was Charlotte? For some reason, this surprised Carter. He had known they all had names...but it surprised him that these people could live such odd lives and yet have such normal names. Carter shook his head. He wasn't even making sense, now. He rubbed the back of his head, flinching as he did so. It must be his injury.
Soon, he found himself stopping outside of a fairly large wooden door. Judging by the smells coming from it, it was the kitchen. Carter followed the girl inside after she gestured for them to follow and couldn't help but take in a deep breath, taking in all of the smells that wafted around them. When she asked if they wanted anything specific, he found himself surprised once more. She actually cared that much? Carter simply shook his head in reply. He would take whatever he got and didn't want to have her go through anymore trouble than she already was. Besides; it might only make her mad if he specifically requested for something special. And Carter really didn't want to make her mad again. Who knew what she would do then?
Zeev wrote:I just had the stupidest idea for a role play I have ever had.. And I think it would catch on, sadly enough.
Horses in a zombie apocalypse. |D -is shot repeatedly-
The thought occured when I was driving and saw two horses in a field. I mean, really, no one ever stops to think what would happen to a stabled horse if something like that were ever to take place. Where would they go? How would they escape if their owners turned? Would they simply stay in the field and starve or try to leave? How would they combat the living dead? Or would they just turn and run?
I feel so philosophical. x3
Toppyrocks wrote:I imagine they would run. They are prey animals, after all
Zeev wrote:Toppyrocks wrote:I imagine they would run. They are prey animals, after allYes, but would the stallion's attempt to protect their mares against the threat? And the mothers defend their foals? :3 I'm just saying.
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