Burnt Out And Wasted

[show_my_cannons]

WHO: Ironhide and Open
WHAT: Venting frustrations. Or at least trying to.
WHERE: Roaming between Zones 7 and 9, and the Fighting Rings
WHEN: After all the deportations happened
WARNINGS/NOTES: None for now. Tag yourself in, and let it be known where your character is. And seperate threads, please!

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[no_glitter_plz]

Glit made a habit of canvassing the lower levels and the arenas - it was both an excellent way to keep his hand in, and a way to overhear a lot of excellent gossip. And as far as gossip went, Ironhide was certainly making the rounds.

He and survival have never been on the best of speaking terms, and one of his lesser-known skills was a certain amount of tracking ability. Not that he actually had to use his nose that much, since the Autobot was leaving a not-inconsiderable trail behind him.

The cassette wasn't about to try and sneak up on a high-strung warrior, and so he made no secret about eeling his way through the crowded streets in order to catch up.

[show_my_cannons]

By now, he was used to unfamiliar signals worming their way across his HUD. And, while they made him decidedly edgy, they were rarely a cause for concern. After all, they got out of his way quick enough. Lost in thought, he almost didn't notice the creeping Decepticon.

But when he did, he stopped, optic narrowing. His frame went tense.

Not again...

"I have no desire to so much as look at you," he growled, not even bothering to glance behind him. "Leave me alone."

[no_glitter_plz]

"Think of it as revenge for the building collapse thing," Glit suggested, not put off in the least. Not that he's coming within arm's reach, either, mind you. "You're extra cranky this evening, I see."

[show_my_cannons]

"You had your fun back then," he snapped, marching forward again in a determined effort to lose his little stalker. "Leave!"

A few more strides before he spoke again. "I am always 'cranky'."

[no_glitter_plz]

"That's why I said extra cranky," Glit retorted, eeling forwards to follow the bigger Autobot. "And it's not like I enjoyed it any more than you did."

[show_my_cannons]

"Then why are you still here?" he asked, still marching forward. "Leave. Quit bothering me. You will be less miserable."

He shouldered through a knot of citizens, barely taking notice of them.

[no_glitter_plz]

"You're the one that seems miserable to me," Glit pointed out, following in the larger mech's wake. "Couldn't work it through at the arenas?"

[show_my_cannons]

"I did not ask for your opinion," he answered, as curtly as possible. Why hadn't the little creature left yet? "That is none of your business."

[no_glitter_plz]

"Oh, yes it is. If you're miserable, I want to be the reason why," Glit said logically. "That means I have to fix it before I can harass you more."

[show_my_cannons]

"Fine, you are. Are you satisfied, now?" he retorted. A trash bin went rolling from a vicious kick--a hole put through one side. "You will fix no part of me. Understand?"

[no_glitter_plz]

"Is it my wanting to that's the problem?" Glit asked neutrally, losing much of the mockery. No, he's not within range of those kicks, thank you very much.

[show_my_cannons]

"It is your hounding me that is the problem," he answered, stomping forward a little faster. He just wanted to put as much distance between them as possible.