040 - Action

[weaponsparked]

[As the phone is knocked off the hook, there's a crashing sound. Any residents of 5718 Cunningham Lane would find themselves minus a dining room chair. It was the heaviest thing he could lift and throw without dropping it.

He can be heard trying to swear in Cybertronian, and generally causing a riot in his own house. His voice fades off,

Comments

[kleinefurstin]

[y

mostly because he looks potentially troublesome, sob]

[weaponsparked]

[He does have murder on his mind, indeed. He continues his march for the center of town, all but shoving people out of the way.]

[kleinefurstin]

[she will, uh

stand in the way or something

standing as firmly as she can!]

[weaponsparked]

[His hand tightens on the broom handle. He actually stops, staring at her. When he speaks, his voice is flat, tightly controlled.]

Move.

[crazyclownwoman]

[In the apartment he is no doubt going to.]

[weaponsparked]

[He doesn't even knock, just... walks in. And starts opening doors, looking in closets--like he expects Jolt to still be there somewhere, hiding.]

[crazyclownwoman]

He's not here.

[weaponsparked]

[He doesn't appear to hear her, instead, searching a little more frantically through the apartment.

Please. Let this be a horrible joke.]