Tasha Walker
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She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Jan 31, 2012 12:55:59 GMT -5
Nightshade settles back in her seat, her smile only a little smug. The razors retract as she touches the nail of her index finger to he lips. She never tried female partners before Sable. Nightshade wonders if she is able to affect Sable so strongly because of the genetics of the human body, or because the actual person within the body is male.
"Of course, I'll be a good little girl- for you," she purrs, "but no need to go looking. We've got space right here." Because like most OTR rigs, this one has a decent sized living space. Of course, Nightshade has figured out that Sable breaks furniture rather easily, so perhaps that is why the trucker doesn't suggest that.
"Besides, we got kicked out of the last truck stop for that," Nightshade reminds, winking at the other woman.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Jan 31, 2012 13:32:07 GMT -5
"Only for me," Sable growls and eyes the little crack in the steering wheel. She'll have to tape that up. Bother. "Why can't humans just build things a bit more durable? I suppose if I'm careful..." She spares a glance back at the cabin.
Then Sable parks the truck in the unloading dock and hops out to go get signatures from generically shady people for her generically shady cargo.
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Tasha Walker
Minor
She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
Posts: 430
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Post by Tasha Walker on Jan 31, 2012 16:27:53 GMT -5
That hint of jealousy makes Nightshade's smile widen, just a touch.
Once the other girl is gone, Nightshade slips back into the living space. She imagines Sable will have enough self-control to at least travel to a rest area or truck stop before giving in. But you never know.
She doesn't undress. That takes all the fun away.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Jan 31, 2012 19:11:11 GMT -5
There is a fade to a black and then a fade back.
The delivery has been completed, and Sable has found a spot to park to spend some time on extra-curricular activities, since she has a break between deliveries.
She is in the truck's cabin's bunk, and she's counting herself lucky she only destroyed a pillow and two blankets this time. Sable asks the other, "You all right?"
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Tasha Walker
Minor
She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Jan 31, 2012 20:20:32 GMT -5
"Mmmm, just lovely," the other woman says as she stretches languidly before rolling up against Sable. Nightshade traces the very light scratches she left in Sable's skin.
"Such a tough girl. But you're always so careful with me," Nightshade laughs, "Not too careful, thankfully."
Snuggling in, she asks, "Where to now?"
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Post by Sable Conolly on Jan 31, 2012 20:45:45 GMT -5
Sable eyes the destroyed pillow and blankets and makes a decisive choice, declaring, "To a store. To replace these."
She is on a break! Might as well stock up on energy drinks and extra fabric goods.
Is there a store that sells both of those? Sable doesn't even know.
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Tasha Walker
Minor
She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
Posts: 430
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Post by Tasha Walker on Jan 31, 2012 22:23:11 GMT -5
Nightshade sits up and slips out of bed. Because this is PG-13, all the interesting bits are hidden in shadow of course. Picking up her clothes, she says, "I think there was one of those MegaMarts in that little town we drove through. They have everything there."
"I'll have to let Miss Smarty Pants out, though. We need new clothes, too, and everything I pick out just... attracts attention." Suddenly, Nightshade squeals and whirls around, "Oh, they carry knives there! Pretty sparkly knives. And guns. We can have so much fun!"
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Post by Sable Conolly on Jan 31, 2012 22:44:51 GMT -5
Some time later...
Sable prowls the MegaMart. So far, she has filled a quarter of the cart with energy drinks. She is now perusing the bedding aisle, and she is annoyed, demanding, "Rodimus Prime sheets, Rodimus Prime pillow cases, Rodimus Prime comforters and... Rodimus Prime and Blurr blankets. What scrap is this?"
Why can't she find Decepticon-oriented bed items? The towels and place-mats are just this bad, too!
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Tasha Walker
Minor
She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
Posts: 430
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Post by Tasha Walker on Feb 1, 2012 22:41:47 GMT -5
Tasha rummages through a stack of packaged Transformerstm blankets. She holds up one, squints at the creased image, and then does what all retail associates fear- she takes it out of the package so she can look at it. Giving the blanket a shake, she points at the Dassault Rafale plane emblazoned thereon and asks Sable, "Who's the pretty flyboy?"
She rubs her hands on the fabric and adds, "Ooooo, fleece. Comfy."
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Post by Sable Conolly on Feb 1, 2012 22:53:37 GMT -5
"Needlenose. He might try and kill us. I also think he's in a monogamous relationship with a helicopter, but I could be wrong," Sable says, deadpan. Then she sighs and grumps, "Put it in the cart."
Sable wants to just get plain black satin for as many things as she can, but she is pretty sure that she's just going to destroy it, and that would be a waste of satin.
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Tasha Walker
Minor
She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
Posts: 430
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Post by Tasha Walker on Feb 2, 2012 20:05:31 GMT -5
Tasha cocks her head to one side as she listens to Sable's explanations. She looks at the blanket again and asks, "Wasn't he a guest judge on Project Runway?" before folding the blanket and dropping it neatly on top of the energy drinks. They let them have TeeVee sometimes in the lounge, and the nurses all have a weakness for reality shows.
She adds a few other pillows to the cart. You can never have too many pillows. You might have to make a fort out of them one day.
"So, are you up watching me try on clothes," she murmurs lowly, giving Sable a very Nightshade-esque look.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Feb 2, 2012 21:38:47 GMT -5
"Yes," Sable answers, teeth gritted. Needlenose could have been doing more important things, like killing Skyfire, but no, he had to go play judge on a reality show.
Anyway, if Tasha wants a fort, Sable can just steal her a real fort, one made out of concrete and steel.
"I can handle it," Sable assures, and she turns an aisle and runs into... a toy display of Battle Fairy Rodimus Primes.
His trailer turns into a pretty set of fairy wings for him. He sparkles.
What.
There is also Murderfire Blurr, who is covered in a paint deco of... Murderfire?
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Tasha Walker
Minor
She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
Posts: 430
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Post by Tasha Walker on Feb 3, 2012 10:55:57 GMT -5
Battle Fairy Rodimus Prime and Murderfire Blurr? It almost sounds like someone tried to make the most humiliating toys possible. Certainly the toy designers haven't run out of ideas and had to resort to gimmicks to move product so soon?
Tasha frowns. "I don't know why I am sure of this, but I am pretty sure that these are not appropriate representations of either their looks or their abilities."
She rounds the corner of the display and looks at the complete selection of Transformerstm action figures. "Oh!" she exclaims, and double over laughing, pointing at another packaged figure, this one in a large windowpane box.
It is a Suberbowl Sunday Starscream figure. The jet is painted in various shades of orange, with a familiar snack food logo strategically placed on his wings. A banner across the bottom of the box declares that it is sponsored by Doritostm.
They appear to be on clearance.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Feb 3, 2012 11:29:37 GMT -5
In the grim future of Transformers, stupid repaints come out twice as fast.
"I... half want to get that for Starscream," Sable admits, looking at the Superbowl Sunday Starscream figure, "to torment him."
Meanwhile, in the aisle, there is another woman rummaging through the shelves and hangars. Eventually, she finds what she was so desperately searching for: a Twilight Needlenose. He's a sparkly vampire with siphon claws. The fan clutches the toy and complains to herself, "Stupid Hasbro, short-packing you! I've been to twelve different stores, and you're the first I've seen. Like it wasn't bad enough that they pulled First Edition Needlenose off the shelves and now he goes for crazy money on eBay. Sure, you won't match my First Edition Knock Out, but at last, I will have my OTP!"
Cackling, she runs off in the general direction of the registers.
Sable stares at the bewildering display blearily and picks through the devastation left in the woman's wake. Far in the back, she finds what appears to be a First Edition Blackarachnia with severely battered packaging and a 'clearance' sticker. Unlike most of the toys here, this one actually appears to be a pretty good likeness of the character. Sable looks left and right and dumps it in the cart.
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Tasha Walker
Minor
She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
Posts: 430
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Post by Tasha Walker on Feb 3, 2012 11:44:45 GMT -5
"We could mail it to him, anonymously," Tasha says, crouching down to poke at the box, "I could easily slip a minicam into it, so we could get a live feed of his reactions.
"Or we could make a photocomic staring him as the leader of Snack Foods For Evil. They can fight against the Hostess Healthy Snack Brigade."
It is possible that Tasha is completely serious.
She sees Sable toss the Blackarachnia figure in the buggy. Tasha is trying very hard to ignore the spider, so she turns back to the display and rummages around.
"Well, this one isn't too bad," she says, holding up a Battle Action Scourge figure. It is a fair representation of Scourge, including the Sword of Fury (which is bigger than the figure).
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