[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Cause all the cool kids seem to fit in [ Closed || Jack ]]
Feb 12, 2021 13:37:02 GMT -5
Post by Hot Rod on Feb 12, 2021 13:37:02 GMT -5
Timeline: Week 1, Day 6
Grounded?! Grounded?!
That word had been playing over and over again in his head, even sometimes going as far as to yell it aloud. Hot Rod couldn't believe it!
Someone had snitched about him going out, apparently to meet up with 'someone' as it had been described, but that wasn't the point. The actual true crime being committed here was that he was GROUNDED like some little sparkling who couldn't make his own decisions. He hadn't been confined to his quarters since Kup had done it back at the Academy! To be honest, that incident had been worth the grounding since he'd shown that stuck up aftplated skid mark why you don't underestimate him so he hadn't fussed about it as much as he wore it as a badge of honor.
This though? Taking a step outside and keeping himself from going stir crazy? THAT was grounds for confinement? It should have been treated as a thank you! He could be rummaging around the base or medical bay annoying everyone in his unending quest to find something to do, but instead he took initiative and went outside. And who had handed down this order? Kup? Oh no, they didn't send the old mech after him for some student-teacher discussion over his behavior or whatever other stupid thing they came up with that they found was grounds for a failed interim report. They'd done one better, and sent the most infuriating mech to deal with inside the walls of the base.
Prowl.
Prowl just got to do it because he was some sort of right hand to the Prime and an officer of sorts so apparently that gave him some standing to tell him what he could and couldn't do. Signed, sealed, delivered without any chance of overturning it. It was said and so it was, by Primus's old rotting breath.
Hot Rod let out a loud, exasperated yell to get out all of the anger and frustration from his system at once. The result sounded like a shrill growling holler which lasted only a couple seconds, but just sang with the emotions of a distressed teenager. He stopped upon entering the control room, not because there was the chance of someone actually being in there that would hear the absolute breakdown of an angsty youth, but because he heard a ( for lack of a better term) noise, coming from there that he didn't recognize. It was a high-pitched squealing sound almost like someone was burning rubber on asphalt and some very odd...
There was just no describing what was going on in his audials so he decided to go and inspect further. There, on the ledge that had been told to him was a sort of 'human safety zone' so that they could be eye level for them as well as avoid being stepped on, was a small organic-size couch. Beyond that, he saw as he got closer, was the small primitive picture box- on, and displaying a series of odd flashing lights and pixelated images that were almost straining to his optics to look at. He didn't even look at the human who was there, just gripped the tiny railing carefully in his large servos to be mindful not to rip it off its comparably weak solder, and planted his chin on top of them.
"What in the hell is that? What are you doing?"
Grounded?! Grounded?!
That word had been playing over and over again in his head, even sometimes going as far as to yell it aloud. Hot Rod couldn't believe it!
Someone had snitched about him going out, apparently to meet up with 'someone' as it had been described, but that wasn't the point. The actual true crime being committed here was that he was GROUNDED like some little sparkling who couldn't make his own decisions. He hadn't been confined to his quarters since Kup had done it back at the Academy! To be honest, that incident had been worth the grounding since he'd shown that stuck up aftplated skid mark why you don't underestimate him so he hadn't fussed about it as much as he wore it as a badge of honor.
This though? Taking a step outside and keeping himself from going stir crazy? THAT was grounds for confinement? It should have been treated as a thank you! He could be rummaging around the base or medical bay annoying everyone in his unending quest to find something to do, but instead he took initiative and went outside. And who had handed down this order? Kup? Oh no, they didn't send the old mech after him for some student-teacher discussion over his behavior or whatever other stupid thing they came up with that they found was grounds for a failed interim report. They'd done one better, and sent the most infuriating mech to deal with inside the walls of the base.
Prowl.
Prowl just got to do it because he was some sort of right hand to the Prime and an officer of sorts so apparently that gave him some standing to tell him what he could and couldn't do. Signed, sealed, delivered without any chance of overturning it. It was said and so it was, by Primus's old rotting breath.
Hot Rod let out a loud, exasperated yell to get out all of the anger and frustration from his system at once. The result sounded like a shrill growling holler which lasted only a couple seconds, but just sang with the emotions of a distressed teenager. He stopped upon entering the control room, not because there was the chance of someone actually being in there that would hear the absolute breakdown of an angsty youth, but because he heard a ( for lack of a better term) noise, coming from there that he didn't recognize. It was a high-pitched squealing sound almost like someone was burning rubber on asphalt and some very odd...
There was just no describing what was going on in his audials so he decided to go and inspect further. There, on the ledge that had been told to him was a sort of 'human safety zone' so that they could be eye level for them as well as avoid being stepped on, was a small organic-size couch. Beyond that, he saw as he got closer, was the small primitive picture box- on, and displaying a series of odd flashing lights and pixelated images that were almost straining to his optics to look at. He didn't even look at the human who was there, just gripped the tiny railing carefully in his large servos to be mindful not to rip it off its comparably weak solder, and planted his chin on top of them.
"What in the hell is that? What are you doing?"
