#rockingthewaves

[artgenuity]

#rockingthewaves #kyndalchase #artgenuity #genuityart #robwhite (at Umhlanga Rocks, KwaZulu-Natal) https://www.instagram.com/artgenuity/p/BxAyji1ldcw/?igshid=1kfiyk43luu58

[artgenuity]

#rockingthewaves #kyndalchase #artgenuity #genuityart #robwhite (at Umhlanga Rocks, KwaZulu-Natal) https://www.instagram.com/artgenuity/p/BxAyji1ldcw/?igshid=tr1c4tx92q8m

[arkitamichelle-blog]

#rockingthewaves #wavywigs #sexxyyy #wigsforsale #wigsnatched https://www.instagram.com/p/BtLt3tagUfE/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=lld319xmedf8

[yourebuckingkiddingme]

My hair just gets crazier and crazier by the day 😂😂😂 #rockingthewaves #personal #selfie

[yourebuckingkiddingme]

You'd think I'd have learnt that my hair goes hella crazy if I put it up when it's wet 😂 #clearlynot #personal #selfie #rockingthewaves #hair

[lieutenant-axle-blog]

“You. Fin. Yer goin’ under pede t’ talk t’ Axle. ‘Es’ th’ bot runnin’ ‘s opperati’n. I’ll clear ya’ in, but jus’… Keep ‘em occupied, right?” he addressed the newcommer before spinning and looking up at Running, “N’ YOU ‘r gonna help me track ‘er down. She couldn’t a gone too far…” Suddenly realizing he’d been a higher rank for once, and actually in the position to give orders, he cracked a smirk and then gave a salute to the orange mech. “Well?! Get to it! Y’ can’t miss th’ door. ‘S seriously RIGHT under us. ‘S name’s Axle. No worries!” With that, he motioned Running to follow him as he lept off the rock-face, grabbing his rifle mid-fall.

Pilot lifted an optic ridge skeptically. Talking didn’t usually lead to anything overly exciting; he got the gut feeling that he was simply being pushed out of the way. That being said, he couldn’t force his way into their company without really knowing the situation. By how eager these two were to be off, he doubted they’d stop to explain… or even get his designation. Well, you take what you can get.

“Alright, alright. I’ll go distract this Axle,” he said. As long as he was going to take the safe path, Primus blast the explanation. The bit of unease and uncertainty that followed a stunt was half the fun. He’d just have to wing this performance. Not waiting for any further instructions, Pilot reversed his course and started walking in the direction of the door. What the slag was he getting in the middle of?

Axle had been aware of the situation, maybe before Running, and certianly before Dallas. His own attempts to track the newly turned flier had proven unsuccessful, and the panicked transmissions he got from the red mech caused him to scowl. Now he was worried. The new, foreign radiation signature that was moving opposite of the two 'bots was new... Put with the broken-thought transmission from Dallas, he could only guess what, or who this would be. Looking to the hologram that served as the outer cover of rock-face, he waited expectantly. One thing was for sure, there was never a dull moment on this planet.

[im-pt-u-ous]

“OK,” Running said, calming down slightly now that she at least had an idea of what to do. He was right. She couldn’t have gotten THAT far, could she? It had only been tops ten minutes since she’d gotten airborne, and she hadn’t been going incredibly fast. Still, planes traveled faster than cars. Cut it out. You’ll find her. Zipping over to where Dallas disappeared over the ledge, she shot a quick apologetic smile at the other mech, then jumped off after the motorcycle.

Skyler flew aimlessly through the sky, her blue paintjob making her almost invisible whenever she exited the clouds. How could they!? It took barely five minutes for her world to come crashing down around her. The small femme’s processor was filled with negative thoughts. He doesn’t like you. You’re only a nuisance. Freak. Tiny little irritant. She threw her vehicle mode into a series of barrel rolls, trying to shake off the gloom. It was a nice day, and she was finally flying, but… But it didn’t make her happy.

<< Did ya' try her commlink? >> he asked mid-transformation after subspacing the rifle. Holoform up and running, the red 'bike sped down the stretch of road as his scanners and radar scoured the skies above them. Seeing nothing immediately, he broadened his search; one flier couldn't be that hard to track, right? On a separate channel, he began sending a ping to act as an 'echo' of sorts. << Skyl'r... c'mon, now, don't be like 's... >> Looking back to her, the bike slowed a bit, realizing he couldn't go too far too fast.