ruthless_hunter: (scowling)
[Video opens, and Lockdown appears to have chains all over his body, held together with a heavy padlock. His legs and arms are still partly mobile, at least.]

This sucks. I can't even transform like this. And yes, I tried picking the lock and taking a blowtorch to it and the chains. Nothin'.
ruthless_hunter: (what the hell?)
*Multiple murders
*Multiple attempted murders
*Turned Autobots and innocent neutrals over to Decepticons
*Stolen mods
*Attempted to turn Starscream in to Megatron
*Left lovers in the dust after a single night
*Fought dirty
*Double-crossed clients if better deal was made
*Scared others just for fun
*Stalked and harassed Nathan
*Tried to talk Prowl into leaving his team

*Turned Decepticons over to the Elite Guard
*Was a good dad to Charlie during a curse day
ruthless_hunter: (human)
[Lockdown parks himself in a nice spot, then out steps his holoform.]

Normally I stay in on Sundays, but I can make exceptions.

[He begins to walk around, looking for mistletoe to stand under.]

[OOC: Anyone's free to get under the weeds with him.]
ruthless_hunter: (profile)

Dear Santa,

If you're smart you'll get me the following:

Power cells for a Cybertronian-sized ship
High-grade energon
Polishing wax
Surface-to-air missile launcher
Rail gun with laser sighting

ruthless_hunter: (evil smile)
Out of the blue one day, Nathan finally decided to stop kidding himself and sent Lockdown a message to meet him out in town.

Lockdown eagerly accepted and met Nathan out in the parking lot of some shop. The meatbag climbed into the bounty hunter's back seat, where Lockdown made his burley holoform appear.

"Lockdown, I've been thinking it over, and I've decided that you win," Nathan said.

"Took you long enough," Lockdown replied, grinning at the young meatbag.

"I know and I'm very sorry about that,"

"So, you wanna start having some fun?" Lockdown gave Nathan his most sultry grin.

"You bet your sweet aft I do, you attractive bot you,"

And with that Nathan and Lockdown made beautiful music in his backseat. The bounty hunter would later brag about it over drinks to to Stark.
ruthless_hunter: (profile)
[The voice is so scrambled that you can't tell who it is.]

My Brothers, this is the man in black talking. I want to let you know that you have all done well so far, and I have new contracts for all of you. Come take them when you are ready.

As for the rest of you, know that our group takes contracts should you need us. We like to think that our prices are fair.

[OOC: Lockdown is speaking for Vicente, who has not been affected by this curse and thus can't it to his advantage. Lockdown is also faking Vicente's British accent.]
ruthless_hunter: (thinking)
[In his current state, Lockdown can't touch things. He has found a way to post videos, though, traced back to his device.]

I've been thinkin' it over, and I've decided that this kinda sucks.

[OOC: Lockdown's a ghost. And not just any type of ghost, but an electric ghost. He can possess electronic devices, travel through electric wires and all that good stuff. If anyone wants Action, feel free to notice strange jolts of electricity in the telephone wires or his face on nearby TVs.]
ruthless_hunter: (profile (with helmet))
It's that time again, huh? Should be fun. Think I actually saw that white Screamer clone earlier. What's his name? It's either Thundercracker or Ramjet, I know that much.

By the way, if anyone I know personally is out there, if you hear any weird talk about me, lemme just say that nothin' happened.

[ooc: Anything goes. Threadjacking encouraged.]
ruthless_hunter: (profile)
At first I thought my optics were glitchin' out, but after seeing the same thing after changing out my optics three times, I don't think they're the problem.

Thought I saw some red earlier, but I could've been seein' things.
ruthless_hunter: (human)
Car pic under cut to save f-lists )

[A vintage Ford pulls up to a bridge and transforms into a very large robot. As he changes, a man-sized bag falls out of his back seat. Said bag has quite a bit of blood on it. He picks up he bag in his fist and drops it into the water.]

See ya' in the Pit, Vinnie.

[He drops the bag into the water, where it sinks like a log.]

One thing the bosses hate, it's the ones who try to make off with all the dough.

[/End Video]


[The same car pulls up to a club and out steps his holoform, decked in a black pinstripe suit and fedora. He enters the club and orders a Mint Julep, winking at any pretty gals in pretty dresses that pass his way.]

[OOC: Lockdown's a gangster hit-man, as if it wasn't obvious. Everyone is welcome to run into him at the club. Or around town.]
ruthless_hunter: (big smile)
[Here's a look you don't see on Lockdown very often: genuine friendliness, with a smile that for once is not a creepy slasher smile.]

Helpin' others feels so right. Today, I'm just gonna go out and help people, no charge at all. I'm gonna do it all outta the goodness of my spark.

Then I'm gonna make use of that DVD player to get a better feel for human culture, because I want to learn about you humans out of sheer interest, and what better way than watching some human movies? Y'know, as oppossed to just doing it outta boredom.

[OOC: Yeah, Lockdown's going through Morality Reversal and is now nice. And chaste. You may freak out now.]
ruthless_hunter: (Decepticon)
Reason: Because I get bored easily here
ruthless_hunter: (profile)
Deux aléatoire malédiction week-ends dans un mois. Ne pas voir cela venir. A l'air de la malédiction populaire ce weekend est la chose de sexe-échange. La chose drôle, le sexe. Les Transformers n'ont pas cela, pas vraiment. Sauf quand il s'agit des pronoms.

Aussi, non, pour quelque raison que je ne peux pas changer de retour à l'anglais. Ou Cybertronian.

[Translation: Two random curse weekends in one month. Didn't see that coming. Looks like the popular curse this weekend is the gender-swap thing. Funny thing, gender. Transformers don't have that, not really. Except for when it comes to pronouns.

Also, no, for some reason I can't switch back to English. Or Cybertronian.]

[OOC: Lockdown is cursed to speak French, which he learned during that French history curse way back when. Also, I'm using an online translator, so if anyone here actually speaks French, please pardon any butchering of the language.]
ruthless_hunter: (evil smile)
[A certain, frightening-looking car pulls into a small building and deposits a bloody man with a broken leg at the door.]

Maybe next time you'll pay up instead of tryin' to make a run for it.

[His arm extends out his window and gently knocks on the door. Payment is exchanged and Lockdown goes off to find more work.]

Maybe I'll hit the slots later.

[OOC: Anyone is free to hire him for any reason they wish. Or confront him.]
ruthless_hunter: (kiwi)
[The video opens to a ball of black and green feathers curled up on Lockdown's very large berth. Said ball of fluff uncurls into a kiwi bird that's just starting to wake up, blinking his beady red eyes.]

'Nother morning, 'nother day I'm reminded that I'm stranded.

[One might think there's something not quite right about Lockdown's deep, gruff voice coming out of such a small bird. He stands up on his little, miscolored legs.]

Wait... something ain't right here...

[He looks at his feet and back, then at his reflection in the device's screen and lets out an angry squack.]

Not again! Huh... oh slag is that thing on?

[He uses his beak to press the OFF button.]

[OOC: If anyone wants Action with the kiwi-fied bounty hunter, he'll be leaving his ship occassionally to scrounge around for bugs in the surroundings woods.]
ruthless_hunter: (samurai helmet)
This again, huh? Alright. Hopefully it'll be less annoying than last time.

Are there any other Cybertronians out there today? Prowl? Three-Face? ...Luggers?

[OOC: Open to pretty much everything.]
ruthless_hunter: (profile)
[Lockdown's hanging around in an empty parking lot as he records this. He's also got none of the smuggness that usually radiates off him.]

Y'know, I like to think that my life's in pretty good order. Everything's organized and my ship's in working order, for the most part, but lately I've had this weird sensation. I look at all you humans lately and your behavior confuses me. I've found this behavior impossible to categorize.

[OOC: Lockdown's in the middle of a bad sci-fi romance as a robot who needs someone to teach him the meaning of love. This is leaving him quite out of character for once, for himself and his entire race. A fair maiden (or dude) to teach him love is very welcome, as are side characters.]


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