[RL - Somewhere in Florida]

[wittywitwicky]

[ooc: So, Sam's been given a moderate beating in his attempts to locate Frenzy, and has been told in no uncertain terms that he better not try it again. Now he's broke, hurt, and unhappy. Aw~]*slumps against a wall in a crappy, empty warehouse, most of his things strewn around him, looking pretty miserable

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[wittywitwicky]

*intentionally ignores that; instead, sinks lower into the seat and squints his eyes shut*

This actually... really hurts.

*no adrenaline kick to let him ignore it, sadly...*

[wittywitwicky]

*feels like such a wimp, God; sinks even lower to wallow in his misery and exhaustion and decides to take back what he said*

I mean, it's not that bad. I bet Trent and his football buddies could've done way worse...

[wittywitwicky]

Yeah. Me, too...

*starting to feel awfully tired now, actually...*

[wittywitwicky]

*wakes up a bit, kind of irritated!*

Ow, that...'s annoying. What are you doing?

[wittywitwicky]

*getting pissed -- irrationally pissed, but whatever*

C'mon, Bumblebee!

[wittywitwicky]

*groans and covers his eyes with his arm, and that makes his head hurt worse; he cringes and groans again*

Gee, thanks.

[wittywitwicky]

No offense? But I don't really feel like talking...

[wittywitwicky]

*totally not happy with this situation, not at all*

Fine, whatever. I don't need sleep.

*fishes more pain killers out of the first aid kit*