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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Jul 5, 2012 19:59:38 GMT -5
Mayday really wishes he had something to hide his head under - oh how he misses his built-in helmet in this moment! Instead he just grabs his bangs and attempts to tug them over his face, and mumbles a hoarse, "Burgers and hot dogs sound good!"
He scoots over to put Brock between him and Faye as they make the journey to the little food stand, but he can't help but sneak glances around his friend-slash-brother at the pink-clad man. Farlane! He can't believe they - literally - ran into Farlane! There are certainly worse Transformers-turned-humans to run into. Farlane always seemed to be nice to him.
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Post by Skid-Z on Jul 6, 2012 17:39:26 GMT -5
"Uhm! Excuse me! Please, wait up!" the trio is caught up by a black-haired young adult blushing an avid pink before they reach the stand. He looks extremely nervous and guilt-ridden but settles himself before looking straight at Maddox and Faye, "My sincere apologies for what happened... geez, I don't know why it has to be that clumsy, I'm so, so sorry about it! Are you two ok? Because, er, right, this is so embarrassing to say but that was totally my dog you see, well, sort off. Bowls me over usually! Really full of energy that one, just can't keep still." The guy fiddles around nervously, gazing to where the three were going, "Uhm, it looked like you gentlemen were going for a dog or something? A hot dog, I mean! Please let me pay for your expenses, I insist. To make up for your run in with the four-legged bowling ball" He gives a determined nod, "I would be glad to make up for it. Really. Drinks and food on me, ok?"
Indeed, trodding up to the stranger's side is the dog Maddox leapt over. It looks at the three and tilts his head with a curious whine. Its intense white blue eyes shift to and fro and it paws the ground in a restless manner. Standing still is not its thing. The dog inches forward to sniff.
Semi-random appearance!
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Post by Breakaway on Jul 7, 2012 17:49:15 GMT -5
Brock immediately attempts to pet the dog. "Oh, hey, it's no problem," he insists as the stranger makes himself known. "We can pay for it ourselves, it's no big deal." Plus, the U.S. Government pays for all Maddox's food. "You're welcome to eat with us, I guess?" he says, turning to his companions for confirmation.
Secret robot catching-up will have to wait for later, since this random human has joined them.
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Jul 7, 2012 19:34:02 GMT -5
Faye can see you sneaking glances around Brock, Maddox. He gives you a tentative little smile in return and a flirty little wink. Brock probably would have had to endure the Geek and Stripper mating dance around him for the rest of the day if the dog’s owner hadn’t chosen the moment to show up and...
Kind of apologize and blame the dog for being clumsy? Faye arches a brow.
“Sure, I guess,” he shrugs, awkwardly rubbing the back of his head. Well, there goes secret robot meeting for the next hour or so. The doggy is adorable though!
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Jul 7, 2012 20:31:52 GMT -5
Oh no! His human shield is in close proximity to dog! Maddox doesn't really like dogs. They're hairy and slobbery and don't shower regularly. He makes a little sad whimpering noise and decides to go with the lesser of two evils and retreat to place Faye between himself and the shaggy beast.
He exhibits a fascinating phenomena where the closer he get to the pink-haired, the redder his face becomes.
"Um, yeah, fine," Maddox says. "I can fine. I mean, pay. And I'm fine. Yes."
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Post by Skid-Z on Jul 7, 2012 22:02:21 GMT -5
Petting! The dog eagerly moves its snout underneath the hand to guide the pettings between his ears. But even then it has way too much energy to keep still, attempting to lick and wag and greet everyone by walking to and fro. These people sound nice! He even got petted, they must be friends! In its excitement it grabs a small piece of branch from the ground and includes it in the joy of being around humans.
Samuel hesitates a bit, but he's not going to insist up to the point of being rude, y'know? "Alright, if you're sure? Again, sorry" although this sorry is definitely a formal repeat, and the guy even smiles now. "ah, well... sure? I'll sit with you guys then for lunch. Name's Samuel Rizziello, and the dog's Cahnay" His redness is fading. It's Maddox's turn to be red, it seems.
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Post by Breakaway on Jul 14, 2012 9:05:52 GMT -5
"Nice to meet you. I'm Brock, this is my brother Mad, and this is Faye," Breakaway introduces himself, offering his non-dog-petting hand to Samuel to shake. "You go by Sam or Samuel? Sammy?" he asks, attempting to scratch the dog behind the ears while the dog attempts to lick his hand. He settles for scratching under the chin.
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Jul 15, 2012 10:48:48 GMT -5
“Yo,” Faye says at his introduction, looking amused at the current scene they were making. Brock had a doggy! Maddox was hiding behind him. Faye was always a scene by virtue of being amazingly pink.
“C’mon, let’s go hog a spot before it fills up!”
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Jul 15, 2012 21:16:20 GMT -5
When Brock introduces him to Samuel, it occurs to him that he never actually introduced himself to Faye. It's kind of moot point now, since Faye is Farlane and Farlane knows Mayday and Mayday is Maddox, but the oversight still makes him want to tear out his hair in embarrassment.
"U-uhm, yeah, m' Maddox," he stammers quietly, then takes Faye's suggestion as and excuse to rush ahead of the others to claim a picnic table. His 'quick nervous scurry' has become more of a 'surprisingly rapid sprint' since his enhancements. Reaching his destination, he tugs a towel out from where it's tucked in his waist band and drapes it over the picnic bench before sitting awkwardly atop his fuzzy barrier of protection.
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Post by Skid-Z on Jul 16, 2012 11:56:38 GMT -5
Scratching the dog's chin might reveal the glimmering of a dog tag dangling from a collar around the neck. It is mostly hidden in the fur. A flash of magenta and teal catches the light when the dog barks, jumps up and races after Maddox, tail wagging. (Maddox isn't bowled over; the dog sits down next to the table and scratches behind an ear with a hind paw)
Samuel returns the handshake and says with a smile "Samuel, but Sam is fine. Yes, let's hurry before the- ah! No worries" There's a hint of awe in his voice as he observes Maddox's sprint. "Is he an athlete?" he wonders out loud while walking along to the table.
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Post by Breakaway on Jul 22, 2012 16:34:37 GMT -5
"Yes," Brock answers Samuel. He's not entirely sure whether or not Maddox being a superhero is classified or not. He sort of zoned out during the briefing and hasn't read the documents he got issued on it yet. He'll get around to it once video games stop being more fun than reading official documents, or someone forces him to do it, whichever comes first.
Breakaway approves of Mayday sitting on a towel. He feels like being outside and sitting at one of these filthy picnic tables at all is a definite improvement.
Sauntering over to the hot dog stand, he says "Give me the biggest dog you've got, with ketchup, mustard, chili, and onions. Oh, and cheese. No relish or sauerkraut or any of that nonsense. Hey, what do you guys want?" he calls over his shoulder at the assembled robots in forcible disguise.
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Jul 23, 2012 7:52:30 GMT -5
“Oh!” Faye exclaims when Maddox darts off to the picnic table. “Well, I’ll be,” he murmurs at Brock’s answer to Samuel. Mayday as an athlete! That was quite a new image for the little fellow.
He swaggers along after them, taking seat opposite of Maddox; he’s quite sure he’d induce far too much of a nervous reaction if he sat next to guy. “Just a normal size dog with ketchup and mustard and relish please and thank you!” the pink haired man chirps in reply.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Jul 23, 2012 13:13:11 GMT -5
When Faye settles down opposite him, Maddox avoids looking directly at him, waving shyly. He blushes again when his stomach gives another loud gurgle.
"I want everything," he mumbles, then says louder, "Uh, two of what you're having, Brock." He fidgets for a moment, then amends, "Three of that."
Now, back to his regularly scheduled shy glances at Faye, interspersed with nervous looks at Samuel's dog. He tries to send it psychic commands to keep its distance.
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Post by Skid-Z on Jul 24, 2012 6:07:07 GMT -5
"Cahnay, Stay, erm, Sit" Samuel orders as he walks past the table to the hotdog stand. The hound stops scratching himself and barks happily. While his tail remains wagging a mile a minute it looks up and partly over its shoulder to meet Maddox's stare. Aversion to dog-kind, Mayday? In exact opposite to the silent wish, because the beast is stubborn like that, the dog shuffles around and observes the two men that he's been left with, white-blue eyes shifting back and forth.
Samuel waits patiently in line. He will totally go for a soda and a medium snack. When he returns he will take an empty place and smiles at the guys, commenting, "By the way, Faye, I haven't seen too many guys brave enough to sport a color like that. It looks terrific, if it's ok for me to say so."
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Post by Breakaway on Aug 9, 2012 18:54:11 GMT -5
Brock relays everyone's orders to the portly mustachioed man who is vending hot dogs, accepting a tray heaped full of meat by-producty goodness and paying with a credit card. He takes a seat next to Maddox and distributes the appropriate food to everyone before starting in on his hot dog.
"Mmf, good stuff," he says between bites. "So Sammy, you from around here?"
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