Sam Witwicky

*stumbles out of the sand, and into... the grass? and trees and a pond are in the immediate vicinity*

This is crazy, how could a place like this just be, like, in the middle of the desert?

*shrugs--how are they gonna know--and heads for the water, having gotten plenty thirsty in their trek across the desert. even if he wasn't actually doing any of the work...*

So, Mikaela!

Valentine's Day, we should... do something. I've totally got stuff planned, but if you've got anything you, you know, want to do... Tell me?

Comment with what characters you play, and I'll let you know what my characters think of them.

Sam Witwicky wittywitwicky
Dante dudeinred
Optimus Prime primetime217
Miguel toughtobeagod

Hey, Bumblebee, um... See, me and Mikaela had this idea and... it's a stupid idea, and I don't really want to do it and I--we decided Mikaela should talk to Optimus about it, because... I don't really know why. It's just...

I'm sorry.

*walks out the front door and towards the driveway*

Hey, Bumblebee! Um.

*awkward hand on hood, here*

Since you're back and you're not hurt and everything went okay and stuff, me and Mikaela thought... Want to go do something?

Haven't heard from Bumblebee in a while...

((ooc; presumably because he's having an epic battle!))

This is cool. Totally cool, I mean. Optimus can definitely take care of something like this, because... it's not really a big deal. At all. If it was... they wouldn't have dumped him in the ocean, no way, never. Someone will do something. Definitely.


man oh man oh man

*hanging out in his room, waiting for Bumblebee to come back with Mikaela*

[ooc: So, Sam's been given a moderate beating in his attempts to locate Frenzy, and has been told in no uncertain terms that he better not try it again. Now he's broke, hurt, and unhappy. Aw~]

*slumps against a wall in a crappy, empty warehouse, most of his things strewn around him, looking pretty miserable*

That could have gone better...

*he rummages through his pockets until he produces his cellphone, which is looking horribly cracked; he taps on the black screen once, twice, and then he chucks the useless thing on the ground*

This is.. fucking awesome, really. Just -- great.

I think we're in Texas, now. God, my parents are going to kill me. Uh, no sign of the... target. Which isn't very weird, because we're in Texas. Texas takes a really long to drive across, I guess.

My parents are going to freaking kill me.

I guess this gives me a good chance to catch up on my homework. Bumblebee gets the Internet, so I can look stuff up. And my parents aren't bugging me. And this is fun. I've never been on a road trip before.

I am so dead.