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Rebecca Hb. ([personal profile] beckyh2112) wrote2009-07-01 02:42 pm

Ask Me To Write You Stuff!

It is time to balance my meme karma, since I've been abusing both [livejournal.com profile] suzukiblu and [livejournal.com profile] banditjoeykuba's awesomeness lately.

So I will be writing anything Avatar, Transformers: Deadzone, or Transformers: Animated in the comments. Including any AU I've babbled at you about. Or any AU you can think of. Or anything involving my OCs. (I will only write other people's OCs with their permission, so you'll have to get their permission first and have them communicate it to me.)

Restrictions:
- Three requests per person, unless I tell you you can ask for more
- If you ask for "So-and-so is awesome", I am putting my iPod on shuffle and writing to whatever song comes up first

Meme is closed.

Deadzone: Pee-Dee and Springer

[identity profile] beckyh2112.livejournal.com 2009-08-30 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
//Springer, be a dear and get your pretty green ass down to the holo-rooms before I have to come looking for you.//

Something about being an old lady gave Pee-Dee's voice a soft Texan twang that was almost more freaky than the fact she and Nightbeat were still sleeping together. Well, he'd always been an old guy and she'd been almost a child by Transformers standards, but Nightbeat had never been old, and Pee-Dee had never been young. They'd just been adults.

Except now Pee-Dee's old like Kup, only not like Kup because Kup's a young punk now, and so's Nightbeat. It's disturbing.

//Yeah, yeah, on my way,// Springer replied and ventured out of his room. He kind of hoped he wouldn't run into Arcee. Or Kup. Because old-lady Arcee was scary, and young-punk Kup was freaky. Kind of fun, but mostly just freaky.

Not as freaky as Micromaster Perceptor. Or young-punk Xaaron.

Pee-Dee stood in the holo-room, bouncing a ball from hand-to-hand. "Glad you could make it, triple-the-fun."

"Yeah..." He said carefully, eyeing her and not fully stepping into the holo-room so the door was forced to stay open. "What do you want, Pee-Dee?"

If it involved pinching his bum again, he was going back to his room until the crazy blew over.

"Figured we could play a game." She flashed him a smile. "Ever heard of Calvinball?"