Megan Greets A New Arrival And Their Boxing Robot

[Below is an archived version of one thread response to a LiveJournal post here, because LiveJournal became hard to impossible for me to access. Icons and threading not preserved, nor are other peoples' replies.]

[Max Kenton and RB Atom (thejunkyarddog@livejournal.com)]
Max is a bit lost. Alright, he's really lost. This wasn't the Dallas. Headset on, small suitcase by his side and Atom right behind him. This place was weird. Well, it was kind of cool too. Sort of reminded him of Crash Palace in the way that it was big and there was a lot of stuff going on at once and there was robots! Okay, well. Robots was a good start. Maybe he just had too many energy drinks and his eyes were making things look weird.

The young boy, 11-years-old matter-of-fact, made a face. Okay that wasn't the best memory. The whole Crash Palace memory. Stopped to look at his bot behind him with a smile, rose his hand, and high-fived the G2 that was mirroring his every move. "Whatever man," the boy laughed. "You're so much better than Noisy Boy."

"Okay so, I don't see Dad." Bot and boy kept walking, looking around. He made another face and rubbed the back of his head. "I don't see anything that looks familiar. It's.." he totally wasn't going to admit he was a little scared. He looked back over his shoulder. "Stay close, Atom. Let's go find someone that looks like they know something."

With a nod, he set off asking a few people. "Hey. hey excuse me. I gotta fight to get to here with Atom. So.. uhm.. where's the fight?"


(ooc: Voice testing. Spoilers might be found. :) )