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Post by Conway on Aug 9, 2011 22:15:14 GMT -5
Red eyes shone dimly in the low light, staring blankly ahead and awaiting his fate, he just didn't have the will to put up anymore fight after Jazz had his way with him. He must have been sitting in this cell for a few cycles by now-hard to tell with so many systems twisted as they were-but besides a guard very occasionally looking in to make sure the Con wasn't making an escape attempt he had seen no one, no interrogators, no executioners and certainly no rescue. Well if no one came soon he'd just die of energy starvation anyway, it'd be clean for the bots but he didn't expect it of them.
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Post by gryfeathr on Aug 9, 2011 22:56:24 GMT -5
In a ship of blue displays and piping, the red glow of Road's eyes were easy to spot, even for someone not specially designed for the purpose of spotting things. A guard had been absent for some time when there was a soft hiss of hydraulics as the door opened.
Light shone in from behind it, but no blocky shadow appeared. There was movement, and then the door slid shut again, the darkness folding back over the cell.
The shape was easy to spot in the low light, near the wall, if you remembered to look down, but the real giveaway was the faint purple glow of energon that threw odd shadows up on a familiar face.
Bounce looked mostly how he always looked, face scrunched up and twisted with displeasure, but his eyes were wary as he slowly approached the cell containing Road. The decepticon uniform was gone, replaced by gunmetal grey and piping of blue.
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Post by Conway on Aug 9, 2011 23:14:19 GMT -5
Eyes are slow to follow the movement. Noting the difference from the guard but not finding much reason to care about it. He finds he care's more when the purple glow sets his tank rumbling. But he's distracted from even that rumbling when eyes move up from the energon to the bot bringing it. "...Bounce."
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Post by gryfeathr on Aug 9, 2011 23:43:26 GMT -5
At his name, Bounce hesitated, and then rushed forward the last few steps until the hum of the cell barrier nearly brushed his nose. "The rations are thin, but that's the good thing about being more efficiently built than 90 percent of the base."
He tossed the cube between the bars. It skidded a little to rest at Road's feet. "They're all idiots. How did you get here."
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Post by Conway on Aug 9, 2011 23:56:21 GMT -5
He grabbed the cube and sipped it slow to avoid upsetting his tank. Is it nice or ironic that the little brat's the one that came? Well nice to know he's still functioning. "Got to close to a corvette. So your second in command tore me up and brought me here." and he smiles, just a little, ironically. "I think he forgot about me."
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Post by gryfeathr on Aug 11, 2011 23:22:07 GMT -5
Bounce stiffens at 'your second', hands twitching into angle curves and gaze bouncing away, bouncing back. He eyes Road as he drinks narrowly, ready to yell.
He steps back, once, hands shoving into his pockets. "Well good. Good! Better than when Red Alert /remembers./"
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Post by Conway on Aug 11, 2011 23:40:50 GMT -5
Road doesn't have the snap he should, no energy in his replies. " Red Alert? " He thinks about it, he has mandatory information on all enemy higher ups. "Not him I have to worry about s'Inferno right?"
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Post by gryfeathr on Aug 11, 2011 23:53:23 GMT -5
The small bot rocks back and forth on his heels, hands clenched tight in his pockets. "Well, yeah. And maybe Rachet. And the twins. And. Its good they're forgetting."
He snorted. "You aren't important enough to mess with, its a good thing."
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Post by Conway on Aug 12, 2011 0:07:40 GMT -5
Hnn, he would really like to avoid the twins at this moment, maybe when he's feeling better.
"Yeah, not important enough to want back either."
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Post by gryfeathr on Aug 12, 2011 0:38:19 GMT -5
His weight set on his heels, stuck in silence again. Bounce was left unusually wordless as he glanced aside.
"Might not be a bad thing."
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Post by Conway on Aug 12, 2011 0:49:45 GMT -5
"Not so bad? Pff, sure If I wanted to stay locked up and starving. Or dead right?"
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Post by gryfeathr on Aug 15, 2011 23:30:54 GMT -5
"Not dead." He's quick to correct him, almost nervous. His hands drop and he glances down and away, back to Road, down and away. "They don't do dead. Not that some might not want to pound you into scrap but. They don't do dead. ....Not here."
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Post by Conway on Aug 15, 2011 23:54:07 GMT -5
"Ha, most of them don;t do dead maybe, not to a prisoner I suppose. But I can think of a few that wouldn't mind offline a con just to reduce our numbers, prisoner or not." He's finished his cube and tosses it back at Bounce. "How it goin for you here, squirt."
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Post by gryfeathr on Aug 16, 2011 1:12:22 GMT -5
It clatters at his feet, and Bounce snatches it up to hold it two-handed against his chest. Its a large cube in his hands, and it barely fits easily. "Fine. We're fine. We know how to duck and Autobots telegraph their intentions for klicks before they do anything. Half of 'em are fine, half of 'em don't trust us. You know."
Pause, fingers clench.
"Pretty good, for traitors."
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Post by Conway on Aug 16, 2011 10:52:15 GMT -5
He feels a bit better with some fuel coursing through him, good enough to get to his feet and approach the bars. "They're right not to trust you. But your right, at least they can't hide it for shit."
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