oo7 ★ LET'S DO THE TIME WARP AGAIN

[electrowhipit]

[ There is a sudden clattering noise- the phone has clearly been knocked from the hook and onto the floor. The voice that follows is distant at first- though obviously confused and desperate- but the volume varies as Jolt wanders around the house at 1249 Williams Road. ]

--ight. This isn't right. Hello? Is- is there anyone here? Please, I... Idon'twantobealone. Idon'twant... to... Argh! Come on. Stop. You're an Autobot, Autobots don't lose it. They don't.

I need to call for help. They'll hear me, they have to. Need to send a signal...

Why can't I--

...

What... what happened to my hands?

((ooc; The moral of this event is: It sucks to be an Autobot. Jolt comes from a point in his past where he had been abandoned on a desert planet for quite some time... and he was already starting to freak before "arrivng" in Mayfield. To those in the house, he's a bit starved and obviously beaten up.))

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[electrowhipit]

[ a blinks, stunned. He doesn't have it in him to struggle- not in this condition, not in this body.

All that time he spent praying for rescue, this wasn't how he envisioned it. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen. This was no rescue. ]

... You should go.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

[He... just holds onto him there, staring him in the face without recognition, without anything.]

...

[When Jolt speaks, he seems to... crumble, just a little. And lets him go, staggering blindly backward without a word.]

[electrowhipit]

[ Jolt just sinks to the floor, burying his face in his hands. Maybe... he was better off alone. Maybe it's best if he just fades quietly out of existence ]

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

[He stands where he is, silent for a long few moments, shoulders trembling.

... and then he turns to leave, collecting his discarded broom in the process.]



Find a medic. Whatever you are.

[electrowhipit]

[ He just... sits there. He doesn't even indicate if he heard Sideswipe or not. ]

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't so much as spare him a backwards glance as he... leaves. Just like that.]