WHO: Blackarachnia; OPEN
WHERE: The Park
WHEN: 6/10; late night
WARNINGS: just a grumpy spider for now
SUMMARY: Blackarachnia's bored, tired of this place and grumpy.
FORMAT: Whatever works
Blackarachnia felt completely out of the loop. She had no idea what was going on anymore with her own faction. They'd all shut her out since her return from death. She knew she should have been used to it but now she had to dig through everything to find out what was going on her own. No one bothered to give her an update.
Whatever. She used to do the same before being brought to this place. But she had grown so used to being a part of what was going on. Part of a... team.
No, she couldn't think about that. Or even like that. She would have to deal with being on her own again. Things worked out better that way. Maybe it really was time to tell the 'Con she was done with them and just do things for herself.
The problem was, she couldn't figure out why things had gone so down hill. What had she done that screwed up everything? The more she tried to figure it out the more it simply gave her a headache.
The Decepticon sighed and leaned back in the park bench she had been sitting in. A deep scowl etched on her face.