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Post by gryfeathr on Aug 29, 2011 10:54:28 GMT -5
The huge form that thunked down the stairs was Ironhide, distinct, and casually carrying some lanky shadow behind him. The long person twisted, hands and feet clearly cuffed, trying to kick and mostly looking like a beached dolphin.
Sideswipe grimaced, but stepped back. "Gonna mash you into the pavement," he hissed at him as he moved out of the way.
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Post by Conway on Aug 29, 2011 21:26:58 GMT -5
He gave Sideswipe a mocking two finger salute as the bot stepped back, but quickly turned his attention back on the new captive.
Oh no....no, fucking seriously!?
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Post by gryfeathr on Aug 29, 2011 22:26:17 GMT -5
Ironhide hefts a familiar 'Con into the light. He's not so yellow anymore. He's stripped down to a loose black tank top, his arms heavily scarred on both sides from his wrists to elbows as if he'd stuck his forearms into an explosion. Oil and electric blue dribble from his mouth and one eye is blackened, but when he looks up his eyes are dark with anger. He twists, a fish on the hook of Ironhide's hand, not noticing Road yet.
Jack looks a little worse for wear.
"Step back, Decepticon," Iron Hide rumbles with warning. Sideswipe, as he steps back, grins and flips out a gun. The hum of it warming up it is a warning.
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Post by Conway on Aug 29, 2011 22:59:43 GMT -5
Road stays quiet back against the wall and pretends disinterest in the newcomer. But oh how he has interest, such an interest. It's been a while since he's been involved with the guy. What they hell was he doing to get himself nabbed by Bots.
Not that Road was one to talk.
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Post by gryfeathr on Aug 29, 2011 23:24:55 GMT -5
There's some mess with a controller, and a door opens up. Jack's tossed in like a sack of potatoes, if a sack of potatoes weighed less then a baseball for all IronHide seems to notice. Next to the massice Autobot, Jack looks even skinnier than normal--or was that normal? He lands hard, and the bars flicker back into place.
Sideswipe looks mildly disappointed.
Ironhide brushes off his hands. Jack groans, and his cuffs disappear with a flash of energy. His limbs flop open, but his fingers dig at the metal floor and scrape ineffectually at it.
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Post by Conway on Aug 29, 2011 23:40:45 GMT -5
Road waits for the bars to come back on before he moves, standing slowly and moving over to toe Jack.
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Post by gryfeathr on Aug 30, 2011 0:15:51 GMT -5
"Do you think they'll rough each other up? I'll separate them," said Sideswip to Ironhide in the background.
"No. Prime said a cycle, it'll be a cycle."
On the floor of the cell, Jack twitched. He swatted at the foot and rolled away, coming up into a tightly tucked crouch some feet away. There was a hunted, keen look to the way he looked over the cage, and a delayed wobble as the motion caught up to him and he sort fell half-over instead.
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Post by Conway on Aug 30, 2011 0:39:27 GMT -5
"Hmn." He decides the best approach for Jack is the usual approach. Annoy him. He followed the move and gave Jack a quick kick in the rear.
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Post by gryfeathr on Aug 30, 2011 0:44:55 GMT -5
Jack's whip-fast; his legs shoot out behind him, scissored to catch the limbs of whomever was behind him, and twist to try to tangle them upt and send them to the ground. Its faster than might be expected by someone done once-over by a very large Autobot, but Jack's never been as strong as Road.
Seems he's learned some new tricks, though.
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Post by Conway on Aug 30, 2011 0:52:44 GMT -5
Road's not expecting that at all and with a ridiculous "wuah" type noise he topples. It's embarrassing, fucking Sideswipe was probably still watching. He had forgotten how fast this little shit was. good to know he can fucking take care of himself at least.
"Asshole. I didn't even hurt you yet, fucking eyesore sunnuva slag sucking bitch."
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Post by gryfeathr on Aug 30, 2011 1:03:27 GMT -5
Jack flipped over and scrambled out of the way, wincing--some internal damage in the upper body and waist area, Road would likely be able to guess--which put him near the hiss of the bars. He was coiled, then....squinted. His shoulders spiked up, twitching.
"..........Prime-forsaken blasthole, Roadrash?!"
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Post by Conway on Aug 30, 2011 1:11:02 GMT -5
Road gathers his own legs under him to stand. Despite the embaressing tumble he can't help the smirk that comes to his lips.
" Good you remember me, wasn't sure you'd care to ,JackASS.
Now back off the damn bars before you burn yourself."
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Post by gryfeathr on Aug 30, 2011 12:05:00 GMT -5
Jack's processors seem frozen with the overload of familiarity. He stares at him. Bars hiss near his shoulder.
"I don't need no advice from you." He gingerly gets to his feet, watching him narrowly as he sideways-steps away from the bars and not towards Road. He's keeping his distance, wary, but not scared. His arm wraps around his stomach protectively.
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Post by Conway on Aug 30, 2011 12:16:30 GMT -5
Road is dense with a lot of things but body language isn't one of them. He steps back and resumes his spot on his ass, back against the wall.
"Sit your aft down, I don't have the energy to mess with you right now."
He watched him, it would probably be some time before he let Road check him over. But they're technically teammates so he probably should try.
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Post by gryfeathr on Aug 30, 2011 12:20:36 GMT -5
Jack's eyes narrowed but he said nothing as he found a differet side wall by backing into it. His shoulders clunked gently and he slid down, thunking down on his butt with his back flat against the wall. He watched him, flicked a look to the Autobots, back to Road.
"You two can keep each other company. C'mon Sideswipe." Ironhide rumbled and thunked out of the prisons.
Sideswipe eyed them, before following.
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