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Post by SugarCube on Feb 27, 2008 0:16:00 GMT -5
It's a beautiful day Don't let it get away It's a beautiful day
Welcome to the 'Hood!
G1 and movie-centric, OOC, and absolutely crackfilled; The 'Hood is a roleplay set after the end of the war for the Allspark.
No more factions here, just the day-to-day lives of mechs and femmes living on a parcel of land set aside for them by the US government. Many of them have taken up new jobs, and new roles in various fields; education, law enforcement, entertainment, medicine...
Here will be fair warning for slashy, explicit content; as quoted, "We aren't making you read, you do, you aren't allowed to whine." ♥
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In the last episode! Red Alert's alarms tripped, as usual, leading a fair few mechs to discover his deep, dark secret; Starscream among them! Ironhide gets slathered in Confederate Gray, Perceptor falls out of a tree and Wheeljack invites trouble by spiking a fellow lecturer's tea with caffeine - *coughPercycough*. Elita goes for the big guns and has a party plotted. In the meantime, a dirty Ratchet comes in from work. Ironhide kills two birds with one stone... or perhaps that should be two flocks in one cannon blast - he and Ratch head off to the local carwash, for some good old-fashioned scrubbing down. Will the mercury rise? Will Ratchet ever get back in time to do his weekly baking? Will the little tykes of Da 'Hood be disappointed? Will 'Bee ever 'catch 'em all'? Will Elita ever have her party, and Red Alert ever get fixed...? Find out! In the following episodes of... Da 'Hood.
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Post by cetus on Feb 27, 2008 1:15:42 GMT -5
The soft give of holoform flesh, so alien, so different than unyielding metal. Fingers digging into his biceps drag a hiss from Ironhide, despite lips against lips.
The redhead did not wink out of existence again, but he might as well have, for as shocked as the 'Hide was when Ratchet turned the tables on him. His eyes widened and one combat boot made an unsteady slide back along the Hummer interior.
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Post by SugarCube on Feb 27, 2008 1:35:59 GMT -5
Beneath them, the Hummer shivered at the stop-and-start-pause scrape of ridged bootsoles against interior flooring, slow rumble echoing in the bay, around them. Holoform pressed further into the taller figure of the soldier, hands raking lines down arms and slipping lower to clamp at hips, intent on nudging 'Hide's 'form around to the gurney.
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Post by cetus on Feb 27, 2008 2:05:27 GMT -5
Ironhide did not realize he had been bowing to the pressure on his hips; shifting one foot, settling a few minutes, then more force on the opposite joint- just enough to unbalance him and make the 'form drag that foot to a new position. He'd been much more distracted by attempts to explore Ratchet's mouth. He realized he was caught when - another slide of his foot and - cold metal of the gurney frame made contact with the back of his legs. 'Hide gasped and his hands twitched along Ratch's ribs.
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Post by SugarCube on Feb 27, 2008 5:56:05 GMT -5
At the sound of the gasp and the movement of fingers against his ribs, the paramedic broke the kiss with a wicked grin, blue eyes flashing easy humour and a certain self-satisfied expression reminiscent of the cat that had gotten the cream. Ratchet licked his lips, leaning against the soldier while hands roamed away from hips to slide around the waistband of 'Hide's camo pants, stopping at the small of his back.
The paramedic smirked.
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Post by cetus on Feb 27, 2008 18:50:21 GMT -5
Eyes locked on that tongue running over those lips, and he growled softly, shifting against hands while he rubbed the other's back. The soldier had just been outflanked by a medic; 'Hide made a slightly displeased snort and furrowed his eyebrows at the smug Ratch-'form against his chest. He flicked his eyes down to the gurney he was pressed back against and tried not to fall for it. Literally.
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Post by SugarCube on Feb 27, 2008 20:43:32 GMT -5
"That gurney's surprisingly comfortable," purred the paramedic, noting the downward flick of blue eyes. He inched closer, curved into the soldier, nuzzled into the junction between shoulder and neck, struggling to contain his amusement. 'Hide's displeasure at having been outmaneuvered was palpable; his hands rubbed soothingly at the muscular back, appreciating the accuracy of their mimicry of a human's structure.
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Post by cetus on Feb 27, 2008 22:16:42 GMT -5
Despite a lingering annoyance, 'Hide's muscles relaxed under Ratchet's hands; body and 'form winning out against brain and processors. He rubbed his jaw back and forth along the paramedic's temple, stubble catching hair still damp from their brief water fight. With a rumble of "Sneaky fragger," Ironhide wrapped arms tighter around back and waist, letting himself roll backwards onto the gurney.
It wasn't a surrender, it was a tactical reassessment... the soldier told to himself.
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Post by SugarCube on Feb 27, 2008 22:41:45 GMT -5
"You've done sneakier things in the past," came the retort, eyes half-closing at the pleasant scratch of stubble against hair and skin. The redhead went with the movement willingly, sprawling over the solid form of the soldier. He nudged at 'Hide, encouraging him to shift to a more comfortable position.
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Post by cetus on Feb 27, 2008 23:08:53 GMT -5
A hint of a chuckle about the chaotic tangle of paramedic sprawled over him. "I apologize for nothing - use any weapon at my disposal when you're being stubborn," Ironhide said as he moved from hunching perpendicular across the gurney, to comfortably stretch out on his back. His expression seemed neutral, but subtle signs of amused contentment hovered around his eyes for the one that knew where to look. The dog tags around the soldier's neck shifted as he lay down, sliding from below black cloth to settle with a clink in the hollow between his collar bone and Adam's apple.
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Post by SugarCube on Feb 28, 2008 7:18:45 GMT -5
"Hah. Pot, meet kettle. Nice to meet you, how's your day?"
Like something keyed to sound, Ratchet's attention turned to the dogtags as he settled over the soldier, bracing himself on his forearms. 'Form fingers flattened and splayed over them, feeling the contrast of warm and cold, before lips replaced fingers and mouthed at them, gathering up the ballchain to tug them away from skin, letting little ghosting touches of lips caress skin. Warm, then slightly cooler, as he let them drop back against 'Hide's throat.
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Post by cetus on Feb 28, 2008 23:21:57 GMT -5
A snort to concede the point.
Soldier watched paramedic shift, Ratch had been telling the truth, the gurney was surprisingly comfortable. Then fingers, and almost lips, touched the metal at his neck. 'Hide held his breath, letting it out in a rush when cool tags met skin once again.
He pulled at the clammy wet shirt plastered to Ratch's back, and rubbed warm hands over shoulders and shoulder blades that even in holoform seemed to tense up after a difficult day.
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Post by SugarCube on Feb 29, 2008 0:23:53 GMT -5
"Mmm."
Beneath them, the ambulance sank a little on its shocks; Ratchet rotated his shoulders in response to the soldier's hands, going down to elbows and then resting his weight onto 'Hide's form. Warm breath drifted across skin, damp hair in disarray - but the catch and drag, the alternating cold/hot sticky feel of the wet shirt was uncomfortable, and he let it melt away beneath slowly circling hands, letting blue eyes drift shut.
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Post by cetus on Feb 29, 2008 0:55:48 GMT -5
He wanted to stay there, didn't want to break contact, hands on back, skin on skin, weight on his chest and hips. 'Hide could sense Ratch's breath and pulse rate, heartbeat feeling like a flutter against his 'form.
Still working tension from the paramedic's back, giving him as long as he could, as long as he dared, before the soldier tipped his head to rumble against the redhead's ear.
"Can't just recharge here, medic."
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Post by SugarCube on Feb 29, 2008 8:12:15 GMT -5
Another muffled sound vibrating against skin and muscle where Ratchet nuzzled into 'Hide; he lifted his head, and lazily slitted blue eyes stared up at him.
"Well, if you don't want to recharge," came the loaded purr.
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Post by cetus on Feb 29, 2008 19:48:31 GMT -5
Though he knew significantly less than his partner about the anatomy that his holoform simulated, he still registered the similar locations of heart and spark. Pulse of organic pump and flickering orb increased rapidly; he liked their chests close and followed the paramedic’s example, but dogtags remained. Black TopKick rumbled its engine beside the Hummer, then quieted when he attempted to stay aware of his surroundings instead of simply Ratchet in his arms.
In all honesty, recharge was the furthest thing from his processors – But here? Even with holoforms within Ratchet’s alt, here was among the humans, here was exposed, here was… exiting...
((Ok, that’s all I have to say about that. Take it somewhere else, boys…))
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Post by Den on Mar 3, 2008 18:50:56 GMT -5
Perceptor slowed in his pursuit of Wheeljack, as the one thing that always brought caffeine buzzes to a stop hit him: the inevitable crash as the caffeine finally burned out of his system. To anyone watching, it was probably a strange site to see a candy apple red LHS suddenly come to a stop in the middle of the street. Unfortunately for Perceptor, one of the side effects of a caffeine crash was that his systems all liked to shift into recharge almost immediately, leaving him dead to the world.
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Post by Miss Mandy on Mar 3, 2008 18:56:26 GMT -5
Starscream had been watching the comings and goings of the street and laughed over it all. Then he saw Perceptor come to a dead standstill in the middle of the road. He smirked to himself and made his way outside.
Once there, it was obvious he was in recharge. Shaking his head, he made a decision. He would scare poor Percy. In his loudest, screechiest voice he shouted.
"Run Perceptor! We're coming to get you!"
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Post by Den on Mar 3, 2008 19:10:50 GMT -5
Perceptor jolted out of recharge, transformed, and...promptly fell back into recharge.
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Post by Latte on Mar 3, 2008 19:15:15 GMT -5
Bumblebee looked outside and rolled his optics, stepping out of his house. "Who gave Percepter caffiene?"he called, going over to the other mech and prodding him. "Percy, you're in the middle of the road. Get up."
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