Name's Lockdown

[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'.

[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.]

[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.]

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.]

( Car pic under cut to save f-lists )

[Video]
[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]

[Action]

[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.]

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.]

[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.]

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.]