Post by wulf on Mar 1, 2011 10:46:37 GMT -5
Not sure how happy I am with this...Might be rewritten, depending...
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The black and silver frame moved quickly through the back alleys, feet pounding against the ground, carrying him away from his pursuers. He knew the back ways of the streets of Kaon quite well, having grown up in them. With both of his creators working constantly, they had no time for him, and he had no siblings. He had also been constantly hungry, as neither of them seemed to be able to bring home enough for all three of them, which confused him as to why they’d had him if they couldn’t take care of him. Being on his own all the time, he’d had to find other ways to amuse himself. He’d found the street gangs.
~“Hey! You got it again, Runner!”~ Runner let out a growl, glaring at the speaker. It was Motorhead, of course. Who else would it be? Ever since Runner had brought Motorhead into the small group, he hadn’t stopped trying to get Runner to notice how good he was. All it really did was annoy him. ~”And it wouldn’t have been a problem if you’d managed to actually do your job instead of shouting for my attention!”~ He snapped at the newbie. Primus, he knew he was nothing like Motorhead when he’d first come out on the streets. He tried to prove himself, yes, but he didn’t look for approval. All he wanted to show was that he was good at what he did, which was running and evading, and he showed it by not getting caught. ~”Next time you want to shout your position to the rest of Kaon, you’re getting left behind.”~ He glanced over at Roller Force and Ground Hog, the other two members of his team. ~”Same goes for you two. And if he starts hollering, leave him. I don’t need some moron getting the rest of us caught. Now, eat up!”~ He brought out the box he’d been protecting, and opened it. Inside was enough energon cubes to fill their fuel tanks completely.
As he ate, he thought back to when he’d first came on the streets. The group he was in charge of hadn’t been around. He’d been part of a different group. The boss-mech was actually a femme, and a mean one at that. She commanded the group with an iron fist, and could more than back it up. No one had dared question her. In fact, she made sure that every bot who joined got that she was in charge. In order to join the group, you had to go one round with her. It didn’t matter if one won or lost. All had lost, of course. Had any newcomer won, she’d agree to step down as leader. Razorstrike was her name; a name that Runner would never forget. She’d taught him, and all the others, how to live on the streets. He forgot when he simply stopped going home, it just happened one Cycle. He stayed on the streets, learning how to survive, how to take care of himself, and how to defend himself. Teamwork was promoted to a degree; if you were a burden, then you were left behind. The team was only as strong as each individual part, and weak parts had to be gotten rid of and replaced, or they had to become stronger. Barricade quickly learned that failure was not an option; for many reasons. Failure could put the group in jeopardy, or get someone killed, whether it be the one who messed up or one of the other group members. If a screw-up survived the incident, there was usually harsh punishment inflicted by the rest of the group that was equivalent to the consequences of the incident. The size of the gang was always changing with new bots coming and going, and older bots leaving to start gangs of their own, and a small number from both dying. One Cycle, it was Runner’s turn.
Gangs in Kaon had found a system that allowed them to exist with each other, and minimize fights and full-blown gang-wars. A gang had a patch of the city as a territory, and the size of that territory depended on the approximate number of members in the gang. The number of gangs in the city was actually small for the size of the city, and the law enforcement was always cleaning up the ones who just did not have the knowledge of how to remain free. Runner was determined to not end up in the stockades. There were two other members of Razorstrike’s gang who were looking to leave, and they came with Runner. There was Groundhog, who acted as a bit of a medic. It was always wise to never ask where he got the parts that he’d turn up with. Then there was Rollerforce. He was very disagreeable with just about everything, but he’d also get his work done without much complaint. Somewhere down the line, Runner had long since lost track of passage of time, they picked up Motorhead, which Runner was starting to regret. The rookie was always trying to bring attention to himself, though it never ended up being brought to him in a good way. Runner was beginning to seriously consider giving Motorhead a good, Razorstrike-style dressing-down.
Time passes strangely and without meaning on the streets, not that it concerned any of them. They were surviving, which was the important thing. Still, they knew that it would not remain so. Living on the streets was not a permanent thing for any of them. It would end in death, prison, or simply moving on. Runner found a chance to avoid the first two. He went to join the Security Forces.
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Might go further in an rp thread...
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The black and silver frame moved quickly through the back alleys, feet pounding against the ground, carrying him away from his pursuers. He knew the back ways of the streets of Kaon quite well, having grown up in them. With both of his creators working constantly, they had no time for him, and he had no siblings. He had also been constantly hungry, as neither of them seemed to be able to bring home enough for all three of them, which confused him as to why they’d had him if they couldn’t take care of him. Being on his own all the time, he’d had to find other ways to amuse himself. He’d found the street gangs.
~“Hey! You got it again, Runner!”~ Runner let out a growl, glaring at the speaker. It was Motorhead, of course. Who else would it be? Ever since Runner had brought Motorhead into the small group, he hadn’t stopped trying to get Runner to notice how good he was. All it really did was annoy him. ~”And it wouldn’t have been a problem if you’d managed to actually do your job instead of shouting for my attention!”~ He snapped at the newbie. Primus, he knew he was nothing like Motorhead when he’d first come out on the streets. He tried to prove himself, yes, but he didn’t look for approval. All he wanted to show was that he was good at what he did, which was running and evading, and he showed it by not getting caught. ~”Next time you want to shout your position to the rest of Kaon, you’re getting left behind.”~ He glanced over at Roller Force and Ground Hog, the other two members of his team. ~”Same goes for you two. And if he starts hollering, leave him. I don’t need some moron getting the rest of us caught. Now, eat up!”~ He brought out the box he’d been protecting, and opened it. Inside was enough energon cubes to fill their fuel tanks completely.
As he ate, he thought back to when he’d first came on the streets. The group he was in charge of hadn’t been around. He’d been part of a different group. The boss-mech was actually a femme, and a mean one at that. She commanded the group with an iron fist, and could more than back it up. No one had dared question her. In fact, she made sure that every bot who joined got that she was in charge. In order to join the group, you had to go one round with her. It didn’t matter if one won or lost. All had lost, of course. Had any newcomer won, she’d agree to step down as leader. Razorstrike was her name; a name that Runner would never forget. She’d taught him, and all the others, how to live on the streets. He forgot when he simply stopped going home, it just happened one Cycle. He stayed on the streets, learning how to survive, how to take care of himself, and how to defend himself. Teamwork was promoted to a degree; if you were a burden, then you were left behind. The team was only as strong as each individual part, and weak parts had to be gotten rid of and replaced, or they had to become stronger. Barricade quickly learned that failure was not an option; for many reasons. Failure could put the group in jeopardy, or get someone killed, whether it be the one who messed up or one of the other group members. If a screw-up survived the incident, there was usually harsh punishment inflicted by the rest of the group that was equivalent to the consequences of the incident. The size of the gang was always changing with new bots coming and going, and older bots leaving to start gangs of their own, and a small number from both dying. One Cycle, it was Runner’s turn.
Gangs in Kaon had found a system that allowed them to exist with each other, and minimize fights and full-blown gang-wars. A gang had a patch of the city as a territory, and the size of that territory depended on the approximate number of members in the gang. The number of gangs in the city was actually small for the size of the city, and the law enforcement was always cleaning up the ones who just did not have the knowledge of how to remain free. Runner was determined to not end up in the stockades. There were two other members of Razorstrike’s gang who were looking to leave, and they came with Runner. There was Groundhog, who acted as a bit of a medic. It was always wise to never ask where he got the parts that he’d turn up with. Then there was Rollerforce. He was very disagreeable with just about everything, but he’d also get his work done without much complaint. Somewhere down the line, Runner had long since lost track of passage of time, they picked up Motorhead, which Runner was starting to regret. The rookie was always trying to bring attention to himself, though it never ended up being brought to him in a good way. Runner was beginning to seriously consider giving Motorhead a good, Razorstrike-style dressing-down.
Time passes strangely and without meaning on the streets, not that it concerned any of them. They were surviving, which was the important thing. Still, they knew that it would not remain so. Living on the streets was not a permanent thing for any of them. It would end in death, prison, or simply moving on. Runner found a chance to avoid the first two. He went to join the Security Forces.
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Might go further in an rp thread...