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thisavrou_log2016-06-14 03:04 pm
redshitlord) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-06-14 03:04 pm
you say your heart ain’t ever been broken
Who: Sideswipe & OPEN
When: In the days after this. 12th-15th of June.
Where: Cargo Bay then Aft Observation
What: Sideswipe is basically sulking after getting into an argument with Riptide. It goes about as well as you'd expect.
Warnings: None ATM
This ship... was awful.
Don't get him wrong, it'd been great for a while. He'd honestly been enjoying himself. And then? Suddenly, it was like every bad thing that could happen, happened. All at once. And, unlike being on Earth, there wasn't much of anything he could do about it. He'd run when he'd found out about Riptide and Tarn, panicked over Luke... All he could do was yell at Megatron and the captains.
Low blows, for someone who thought he was capable of handling Decepticons on a regular basis -- someone who had been handling them on a regular basis.
"Not like they let me do it here," he mutters to himself.
His face is buried in his knees. His back pressed to a wall. He's sulking and he knows it. But the cargo bay is empty, it's mostly quiet, and ... for once, the young bot just wants to be alone. Because that way, no one will have any ammunition about how "immature" he's being. What else is he supposed to feel? He'd had no idea he'd been doing anything wrong enough to warrant Riptide of all bots yelling at him. And over some idiot he'd barely met, too...
Maybe that's why it stings so much. Maybe he's jealous, on top of all the other feelings.
I'm disappointed--
He kicks his foot, and it CLANGS hard into a nearby crate.
~
Later, he finds his way back to the observation deck. He's not curled up in a tight little ball anymore, but he's still as sullen as before. Arms folded, shoulders hunched and staring out at space like it's going to help something.
Occasionally letting his head thunk against a metal support.
He wants to help. Just... wants to make things right, but apparently he has to read minds on top of everything. If they'd just said something...
Almost angrily, he jams his headphones on, with the volume cranked up. Ignoring the outside world and how the music can be heard from as far as ten feet away.
((ooc: Action spam or prose is fine! Feel free to interrupt his sulk in either location!))
When: In the days after this. 12th-15th of June.
Where: Cargo Bay then Aft Observation
What: Sideswipe is basically sulking after getting into an argument with Riptide. It goes about as well as you'd expect.
Warnings: None ATM
This ship... was awful.
Don't get him wrong, it'd been great for a while. He'd honestly been enjoying himself. And then? Suddenly, it was like every bad thing that could happen, happened. All at once. And, unlike being on Earth, there wasn't much of anything he could do about it. He'd run when he'd found out about Riptide and Tarn, panicked over Luke... All he could do was yell at Megatron and the captains.
Low blows, for someone who thought he was capable of handling Decepticons on a regular basis -- someone who had been handling them on a regular basis.
"Not like they let me do it here," he mutters to himself.
His face is buried in his knees. His back pressed to a wall. He's sulking and he knows it. But the cargo bay is empty, it's mostly quiet, and ... for once, the young bot just wants to be alone. Because that way, no one will have any ammunition about how "immature" he's being. What else is he supposed to feel? He'd had no idea he'd been doing anything wrong enough to warrant Riptide of all bots yelling at him. And over some idiot he'd barely met, too...
Maybe that's why it stings so much. Maybe he's jealous, on top of all the other feelings.
I'm disappointed--
He kicks his foot, and it CLANGS hard into a nearby crate.
~
Later, he finds his way back to the observation deck. He's not curled up in a tight little ball anymore, but he's still as sullen as before. Arms folded, shoulders hunched and staring out at space like it's going to help something.
Occasionally letting his head thunk against a metal support.
He wants to help. Just... wants to make things right, but apparently he has to read minds on top of everything. If they'd just said something...
Almost angrily, he jams his headphones on, with the volume cranked up. Ignoring the outside world and how the music can be heard from as far as ten feet away.
((ooc: Action spam or prose is fine! Feel free to interrupt his sulk in either location!))
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He spins the wheels at his shoulders and heels to gets his engines revving, scrambling to his feet to start sprinting after Sideswipe. He's got height and legs on him, their paces completely different in size so Bumblebee leans back on his heels, making them screech on the floor and using them like roller skates. He's certainly quick for his size but still has a little bit of work to try and catch up on Sideswipe's advantage.
"Better watch it, Red!"
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Which just makes him pick up speed as much as he can. It's an enclosed space, which makes it harder to actually run all-out. Hard because if they run into anything, they're probably going to pulverize it.
But at least, if Bee gets ahead of him... he can vault over the smaller bot.
Pls lets make them crash and tangle
"The same guy who said you could get a head start!"
yes of course
Which is why he's going to hurdle over some obstruction in his path, aiming to come up running again.
"That guy was me, genius!"
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-- knocking him down. In a pile of yelping, red and black and yellow limbs.
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That wasn't supposed to happen. It takes him a moment to stop the room from spinning.
"--You! You cheated!
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Sideswipe is sure the ceiling wasn't in front of his face a second ago. He's also sure he was on his feet a second ago -- and Bee wasn't on top of him. They'd been running. Right?
"Huh?"
He's trying to look at the other bot, but it's hard when he can't really angle his head that way.
why didnt we get the noodle to sit on him
Well. They never actually called the race off yet. So, Bumblebee is going to scramble to his feet and jump over Sideswipe's head, stumbling just slightly as he lands and starts running again. You better grab him by the legs if you're going to win this, Sideswipe.
does this work
-- oh. Right.
He doesn't grab for the legs so much as he leaps for the fleeing yellow bot. Probably to try and tackle him.
CACKLEs
"Ugh! Get your aft offa me!"
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As he just plain parks himself right there. On top of the Bee. Like this has somehow won him a race instead of a wrestling match. He puts his chin up on his hands, perfectly content just to stay here.
What an asshole.
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"You didn't win anything!" he yells, angrily puffing jet of hot air as his engine revs with the struggle of trying to pull himself out. "Except at being heavy! What're you made out of, lead?!"
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He's actually kicking his feet in the air a little, grinning at nothing. Look how proud of himself this guy is.
"Must be the gravity increasing. Nnnnnothing I can do about it, tiny dude! Looks like you're stuck forever!"
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It's not a very powerful zap. But it' certainly noticiable.
"Gravity is fine! Now move!"
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He'd cuff the little guy if he wasn't so sure it'd knock his head off. So he just rolls to one side. Probably partially off Bee at least, but ready to leap to his feet in case the other bot took off running.
"Weapons are cheating!"
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"You were using your aft as a weapon. You totally brought this on yourself, man."
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He really should be more careful, pushing at Bee to get out from under him. It occurs to him after a moment to, you know, roll over. But if he rolls over, then Bee can get ahead of him. And he can't have that.
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"That's probably because you're a butt," he grins, engines revving and the wheels on his heels spinning under Sideswipe suddenly, causing horrific squeaking noises, probably leaving slid marks everywhere.
"So less of a treasure, more national freak show."
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Look at this maturity. Look at all this maturity oozing out their ears. While he swats at Bee's hand. He guesses if all else fails, he could pick up the little guy and noogie him into submission.
"Says the little freak!"
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"I'm not even that little, butthead!"
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That sentence doesn't make any sense whatsoever. But he doesn't care. He's too busy trying to bat Bee's hand out of his face.
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"I called you one first! Come up with your own insults, slagger!"
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Okay, that wasn't even remotely creative, but damn, he thinks it's funny. And, for now, he stops trying to deflect Bee and just starts laughing. The little face paps are hilarious.