Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Oct 6, 2010 7:58:26 GMT -5
"No," Slugslinger adds as his parting shot before the once again mortified sales girl can usher him into a fitting room, "I'd need to install a couple of auxiliary fuel cells first!" Then the door closes and, in the meagre privacy afforded him by one flimsy door and some particle board walls, Slugslinger snickers. Maybe he's enjoying himself too much?
Beat.
"Never gonna happen," he tells himself, still grinning, then looks at his acquisitions. He supposes he has to follow through on things now he's in here, but…. He frowns and, taking one of the garments, starts turning it around, over, inside-out, and sideways. Obviously, he decides, this hole is to permit his head and these are for his arms, but there's no way this flimsy bit of fabric will make it over both wings, his vanes, and his headfins. He puts on his best helpless tone – which, relatively speaking, isn't all that good – and calls plaintively through the door, "Uh, could… could you gimme a hand with this?" The sales girl stifles a sigh and the urge to roll her eyes at the stupid robot.
"I'll get a male associate, sir," she says instead, all sweetness. "It's inappropriate to–"
"I don't want another guy in here!" Slugslinger protests, spitting out guy like a dirty word and thumping the wall with one arm for dramatic effect. The sales girl fancies he's just fallen over in surprise and does allow herself a disgusted sigh this time. Not only is this a robot with clear ideas of gender, they're obnoxious ideas, too.
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Jazz [G1]
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Post by Jazz [G1] on Oct 13, 2010 19:02:20 GMT -5
Hey, there's Rodimus! Jazz steps up and takes his bag and money with a quick 'thanks'.
"Guess we're done with buyin', but do we really wanna leave the poor girl alone with Harvey Dentotron?" Jazz asks as he hooks a thumb towards the dressing rooms, making the best approximation he can of a Two-Face face as he says that.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Oct 13, 2010 21:58:03 GMT -5
"No, we don't," Rodimus sighs as he hands over Jazz's bag. "On the other hand, we can't just barge back there..." he pauses and looks at Jazz.
"You're something of a sound specialist, aren't you? Can you hear what he's up to?"
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Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Oct 14, 2010 9:00:00 GMT -5
"First you people start grousing at me about being 'naked' in public," Slugslinger is ranting while the sales girl discreetly steps away to get a supervisor, "then you wanna shove some guy in here with me while I'm naked?! You stupid fleshies have some really botched-up priorities!" He's making no effort to be as discreet as the sales girl and it isn't making him very popular with the rest of the staff or with the clientèle to judge by the muttering and murmuring going on. Jazz or Rodimus might catch the occasional baleful glare directed at the fitting rooms.
If they hang around long enough, they might even be on the receiving end of some of those looks. One of the cashiers, two down from Rodimus in fact, looks particularly displeased with the racket and Slugslinger's shenanigans. By extension, of course, the other two robots are also a problem, though they have the sense to know how to behave themselves around real people.
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Jazz [G1]
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Post by Jazz [G1] on Oct 16, 2010 21:40:18 GMT -5
Jazz gives Rodimus a slightly labored grin, nodding his head in the general direction of the dressing rooms. "Don't gotta have ears like Blaster to hear that guy, Roddy."
The saboteur ponders a moment, then grins when something hits him. He snaps his fingers together and heads off toward the dressing rooms. "Got an idea..."
Once he reaches the dressing room, Jazz raps on the door lightly, then speaks - though, only loud enough so Slugslinger and anyone close can hear. "Hey buddy, white-red-and-blue from the line here, couldn't help hearing your plight - if you're so hung up on one of the locals coming in there, how 'bout a fellow Cybertronian?" Jazz is mostly kidding!
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Oct 16, 2010 22:55:08 GMT -5
Rodimus groans faintly as it becomes apparent that Slugslinger's bad behavior is going to draw ill-will to the Autobots. Of course, this is something he's actually used to - in his own reality, it took years for the Autobots to finally get humanity as a whole to understand that there's a difference between Autobots and Decepticons. In the early days of Transformers on Earth, there were a lot of misunderstandings.
His optics flicker in surprise as he sees Jazz's plan. Then he rubs the back of his head. "Oooo boy," he mutters, almost beneath his breath. "This is not going to help the impression that we're not with him."
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Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Oct 17, 2010 11:00:40 GMT -5
Oh, if only Slugslinger had laser-equipped eyes. He could give the Autobot a death glare and make it literal. Right through the door! Alas, he has to settle for a non-lethal death glare, scowling viciously. Or could he get away with shooting the guy through the door? It isn't like he can't just blast his way out afterwards; what can a bunch of sales staff do?
He files that idea away for now.
"Yeah right, let you in here so you can quietly stick a knife through my spark core or something," he mutters back at Jazz, suspicious, before deliberately yanking one garment part-way on. It catches on his wingtip and a loud rrriiiiiip punctuates his accusation. Autobots can be ruthless slaggers, too!
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Jazz [G1]
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Post by Jazz [G1] on Oct 19, 2010 11:45:11 GMT -5
What's that human phrase - if you can't beat 'em, join 'em? Jazz figures that if they can't make Slugslinger leave, they might be able to divert his negative attention on them instead of the workers! Then try to leave and get him to follow them, hook line and sinker. (But not Hook, Line, and Sinker.) Jazz frowns, leaning on the door of the neighboring stall with one arm, his other hand resting on his hip. "Aw, now, I'm just tryin' to help, y'know, bot-to-bot. I know my way around a good number of chassis. Better to have someone with experience help, y'know?"
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Oct 19, 2010 19:12:24 GMT -5
It's probably a good thing that Rodimus can't hear Jazz right now, because he'd wonder if Jazz was hitting on Slugslinger.
In fact, Jazz might well be hitting on Slugslinger.
The young Prime winces as he hears the ripping sound, then covers his face with his hand.
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Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Oct 21, 2010 9:16:32 GMT -5
It's a good thing there's a door between them – and hopefully this kooky Autobot doesn't have something weird, like X-ray vision – because Slugslinger's expression of baffled horror is as genuine as the cannon on his back. It gives way quickly, however, to a delighted grin. Or half of one. Slugslinger smiles with half his face and rolls the torn shirt in his hands. The other garments still hang on wall-hooks. And sure, it's only petty shoplifting he's planning rather than the good old assault he'd originally intended, but sometimes it's the small things in life that make it worthwhile. He grabs the other garments with one hand, readies the damaged shirt in his other hand, and takes a deep metaphorical breath.
"You crazy PERVERT!" he bellows as loud as his voice will go. Several store employees clap hands over their ears or comparable sensory organs; one cashier tucks her antennae back into her hair with a grimace. Slugslinger doesn't stop there, kicking the door as hard as he can to hopefully dislodge Jazz.
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Jazz [G1]
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Post by Jazz [G1] on Oct 21, 2010 17:56:21 GMT -5
By the law of Rule of Cool, the door swings out and smacks Jazz in the chest - for once, his large tracts of land pay off and keep him from getting hit in the face. His headlights take a good cracking, though, and he stumbles back slightly, and frowns.
To say that this isn't going well would be a horrible understatement.
"Whoa, whoa, cool out, man - I'm just tryin' to help a 'bot out! All you had to do was say 'no', man - no need to blow a gasket like this!"
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Oct 21, 2010 20:24:27 GMT -5
Rodimus's optics go wide and his head snaps to look towards the dressing rooms. He starts back towards them (making sure he has his receipt, of course), and is already halfway there when observation of the reactions around him remind him that just charging in might make matters worse. Still, though he slows down, he doesn't stop.
//Jazz, what the blazes is going on back there?//
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Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Oct 23, 2010 8:49:31 GMT -5
With Jazz clear of the door, Slugslinger barges out stiff-legged and optics bright with rage, vanes sticking straight up and trembling, and pitches the damaged shirt right at the Autobot's face as he goes.
"Don't tell me to chill out!" he roars, indignant. "Just 'cause we chatted in line doesn't mean you can come back here talkin' about knowin' your way around a bunch of chassis!" He spins on a heel to face the nearest store employee – not the sales girl he had before, but a different one whose hairless, rosy-pink skin blanches to a pale powder-pink while her dark pink curls seem to wilt when his gaze falls on her. "I'm done with you, them, and this whole place! Ugh!" And Slugslinger barrels for the exit like a plane-shaped locomotive, fuming the whole way.
It isn't until he storms past the startled associate at the door and gets outside that he actually remembers he's still holding some clothes. He'd meant to steal them, of course, but he'd quite forgotten he even had them in the middle of his little performance. He pauses halfway down the street and looks at the multicoloured wad in his hand. Then he snorts.
Meanwhile, most of the store – customers and staff alike – fall into an uneasy silence.
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Jazz [G1]
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Post by Jazz [G1] on Oct 26, 2010 13:23:42 GMT -5
Jazz finally relaxes once Slugslinger gets out of the store, rubbing his helm sheepishly. //...well, I was hoping to ruffle his feathers a little. Unfortunately, turned out that I was poking a dragon.//
"Hoo... That could've gone a lot better..." he mumbles to himself. //Not one of my better ideas, I admit.//
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Oct 26, 2010 19:32:11 GMT -5
//You know... if nobody stops us, I say we leave now,// Rodimus answers Jazz over the radio, turning to head towards the door himself.
//Just saying.//
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