#e1evenhopper

[silent-stalker]

@e1evenhopper replied:  She frowned. "Don't like?" She paused. "It's what I called you before you said your name."

Oh, damn it. 

“Soundwave: thinks it is...a fine nickname; does not mind it all! El: is very creative. El: also only one that gets to use that nickname.” Even if Lazerbeak hasn’t stopped snickering about it.

[wcrkerbee]

OOC ;; doobles for @e1evenhopper, @forgedcold, @autobotmedic, and @milkii-galaxii !! thank you! <3

[dashingdad]

@e1evenhopper  ♥‘ed for a STARTER

▬ Ethan moved carefully as he stepped back into the dinning room, a warm bowl of soup resting in his cupped hands. Upon entering he offered a soft smile to the child, who was now seated at the large table, “ Careful, its hot. “ The man warned, before sitting the bowl before her, “ and-- “ He reach for his pocket, pulling out a small spoon for her to see, “ For you. Eat as much as you’d like. “ 

Another smile was offered, as he sat across from her. Carful to not get to close, as to not intervene in the child’s own personal bubble. By the looks of the dirtied medical gown, she’d already been through enough. He thinks he could understand that, “ So … I won’t make you talk, only if it’s okay with you. Yeah? “ 

[lachrydoll]

   “Tell me what you like about him. What you know about him. Give an itemized list,” Yun-jin demanded, snapping her fingers. 

El did not know what she was getting herself into. Yun-jin had been manager to the very man El was insistent upon, and even before the bloodshed, she’d been apprehensive to any strangers trying to get too close. Many, many young girls have tried, filled with infatuation and idolization, some even managing to circumnavigate the protection around Ji-woon to certain extents. Most were harmless, charmed by an Apollo on stage. He was a deified effigy taken place in their mind, birthing unrealistic dream after unrealistic dream, something that would eventually have to be forcefully aborted by indirect rejection or slowly smothered by common sense. 

Some, however, were more concerning, managing to slide through security and get too close. Rarely had one ever gotten as far as to touch him. Yun-jin was just as vigilant as any security guard. But she had seen the lengths some have gone and how much further they were willing to go. El was certainly not one of those girls, but she was a girl with a tremendously scary gift. And Ji-woon was a tremendously scary man.

“He kills. Horribly, brutally, painfully. I don’t know if he has an...age limit...but I wouldn’t go near him either way,” Yun-jin wasn’t one to normally extend concern for another. Survival of the fittest and all else around it. But El was young, and Yun-jin was aggravatingly tugging at memories of her own sister. She crossed her legs and looked El straight in the eye.

   “You can’t trust a dangerous man.”

-- starter for @e1evenhopper

[therelentless]

@e1evenhopper​ asked: "Do you like like someone, Nandor?"

“Like?” The question was a bit random, but not uncommon. “Well... of course! I like Nadja, Laszlo... sometimes even Colin Robinson, but don’t tell him that, then I won’t get him off my back.” Guillermo was okay as well, after all, he was good company when no one else was around, but this last bit he opted to keep to himself, like he always did. “Why do you ask?”

[bbreakpoint]

- [ @e1evenhopper​ .. startercall ]

                    A SINGLE GLOWING optic squints down at the small human. ❝ eh- ❞ it hangs in the air. A blank confusion, a surface level feeling that fades into apathy. ❝ Ain’t you little ones supposed to not wander. ❞

[stclker]

➸ — The invisible threat lurks within large trees - each sound of a shaking a branch following right after the prey’s footsteps. Each jump and landing carefully coordinated and soft for such a toned being. Whether he had paid attention or not, it was intentional signaling by the hunter: to engage and prepare the prey for an upcoming encounter. Shooting a man in back without looking her in an eye as far from honorable. Closing distance in relatively short time, hoping he would soon show her what he had at hand. Perhaps, he wasn’t alone at all... a modern human didn’t walk late at night without an intent to head somewhere. Depending on his choice, she would choose hers, remaining hidden, for now. || @e1evenhopper​ liked!

[deliciousfear]

"Yes!" 

IT motions to ITs red lips as a frown moves over them, 

                “... so grumpy looking.”

@e1evenhopper​ // continued.

[partysuperior]

Walking through the hall, El eventually heard the sound of music. Really /good/ music. That beat was just contagious, if El was being honest with herself. Dressed in one of her favorite shirts and pants with suspenders, the girl's head started bopping along to the beat. Completely oblivious to anything around her.

     The organic is lifted in one slim, elongated servo.

     Whatever reaction this might prompt doesn’t cross Soundwave’s processor. He’s instead focused on only his concern for this lost, tiny thing; his natural voice hums along to the music in deep timbre, quiet and hopefully reassuring.

     // ew ew no touchiez!! why would u just pick it ups?! //

     Even in his attempts to scoot lower down his carrier’s spinal strut, Ravage cannot escape the chastising tap that he receives to the top of his head. Soundwave, once sure that Ravage has docked and quieted himself, turns his visor back to the human in his servo. A question mark displays on it’s surface as the song he emits skips ahead.

     “Hey, who was it?”

[rxng]

👀 "Why orange?"

   “In all actualities, I’m gold.”

“I used to be so bright a gold that I glowed; sometimes, in certain cases, I still do. But, as I aged, my colour nanites calmed down and dimmed until I became this particular shade.“

[silent-stalker]

"Mr. Tentacles."

// Meme

...he’ll let this one slide. Only because it’s El, and he’s not about to tell her no.

Anyone else who uses this nickname will regret that choice.

[meltedwiing]

@e1evenhopper​​ said :  "What is 'birthday?'"

birthday — this should be an easy one, right? why, then, is he distracted, gaze drawn to his watch. as if he is forgetting something. something important. what day is it?

       ❝ uh... birthday is, y’know, the day you were born. the day your – ❞   jim cuts himself off just short of going into a conversation that would definitely lead to something akin to the birds and the bees. yeah, he’s not ready for that. not yet. so he blinks, looking over at el with a furrowed brow because the calendar on the wall is still from ‘82 seeing as he couldn’t be assed to buy himself a new one the last couple years and he still feels like he’s missing something. there’s gotta be a paper around with the date, though, he knows he brought one home yesterday, with the rest of his mail.   ❝ the day you get to celebrate being around another year. like mine is april nineteenth, so my birthday this year’ll make me... ❞   huh, forty-three. is that right? shit, that snuck up on him.   ❝ well, it’ll make me a year older. ❞   he shakes his head in an attempt to quit dwelling,    ❝ you get invited to someone’s party? ❞

[entitytcken-a]

🕹”Boys can be so damn arrogant sometimes. I think the only time I have ever gotten along with Mike was probably when we were in the gym and he told me about El.”

[therelentless]

@e1evenhopper​ asked: "Why did you lie?"

a meme of sorts? ;;

“Because...” The answer was simple, but at the same time complicated. He could have gone on and on about why he had kept this from her, try to justify himself, but no matter what, it all came down to a single thing. “I didn’t want to scare you away, usually when someone finds out I’m a vampire, they scream ‘Aaaaah’ and then ran away.” Then he followed them and kill them, but better not to share this with her.

[filthysmile]

🍯

              @e1evenhopper    ||    Meme: Here    ||    Accepting: Yes.

🍯FOOD:  Frank is FAR from a picky eater. He grew up with little choices and no chances to fuss on what (/or if anything) was put on his plate. Because of this (and the fact that being with Clive meant that there was little to no food ever at home, since the man often took his money to the local pub to eat and drink -- leaving Frank to fend for himself.) Frank developed a comfort in food and began to see it as precious as money.

There are very few things he won’t eat + has no known allergies to any types of food.

Favorite Foods: - Burgers and Fries. (Usually loaded with lettuce, ketchup, pickles and tomato.)  - Pizza (Something he’d never had before, until he met Joey.) - Any kind of stew or Pasta. - Dirt and worms (The desert you assholes LMAO. Mudcake / chocolate pudding + gummy worms) ( It’s the only sweet thing frank enjoys apart from Coke and donuts from TH)

Habit: It wasn’t often that Frank got to eat during his time with Clive, Often being too broke to pay for food and usually seeing a bed / safe hotel room as being more important than a good meal. He never had the chance to truly learn how to cook other than easy microwave meals and cereal. 

If food is ever offered to Frank, he’ll hesitate (because it’s always unexpected) but will always graciously accept it. (Poor man is always starving.) 

[logically-memorable]

@e1evenhopper

In the dead of night, Shockwave works silently. The abandoned human settlement they had found had, so far, been perfect. All those “government property” signs and barbed wire fences seemed to keep any pesky intruders away, save the few that found the hole Bolts had made in the fence. Still, it wasn’t like they planned to stay long. A few rambling idiots wouldn’t ruin their plans, as long as no one believed them.

Shockwave finally set aside the latest datapad full of scribbles, sliding the stack out of sight beneath a heavy tarp. Lights were shut down, and the dark mech collapsed into their cybertronian tank alt mode; lacking a berth meant slightly uncomfortable recharging methods.

...did they lock all the doors? Because that was definitely the creak of an opening door somewhere on the abandoned compounds. Shit.