1. Who are you ( Read more... )

( Money fame or happiness? )

Red?

Can we talk?

She sits at her desk, feet up, only the desklamp on for lighting in the room. She's back from being out in the field with TKR, and has a cleaning kit open on the desk within easy reach. She has a .45 Colt in her hands, and she's carefully taking it apart and cleaning it thoroughly, then piecing it back together again. It gleams matte-black in ( Read more... )

What I'm doing right now ( Read more... )

In a word...no ( Read more... )

I don't want to be 27!

*drops her head to Beast's hood with a thunk*

At the risk of sounding like a geek, I'm going to quote Yoda here ( Read more... )

Bluestreak has told me about Cybertronian light painting-sculpture-3D thing artwork, even found a picture of one on Teletraan one evening when we were talking.

I seem to have struck up a rather...unorthodox friendship with a Decepticon named Starscream (the one I got into so much trouble with Optiums Prime ( autobot_prime ) for talking to) and we got to ( Read more... )

She stood alone in the situation room, a sheet of paper in her hands staring down at the mission statement FLAG HQ had faxed her. The entire operation screamed danger from start to end. Every facet that would have to be covered would pose a threat to a life. The more she read, the more she trembled. She would give anything to be able to take ( Read more... )