robothell | this is a bad town for such a pretty face

Who: Pharma and YOU (and also Tarn)
Where: Out and about the City
When: /shrugs???
What: Pharma realizing that being homeless really sucks.
Warnings: Yes. Will update as needed.

Pharma has quickly realized that street-living is really not all that great. Sure, he had that one moment of glory when Tarn had pinged him for some emergency surgery, but since then, the monotony is threatening to drive him crazy... er. Again.

Regardless, the constant tugging and pulling of rubble to create a makeshift shelter and the jumping between resting spots is starting to show. He's covered in an impressive layer of dust that is threatening to become permanent, only broken up by the occasional collection of scratches and dents. There's a small chip in the paint on his chevron that's driving him up the wall. What he wouldn't give for a bath and a buffing right now.

Either way, he's just wandering right now, spying out areas for his next temporary shelter. Occasionally, he starts to wander towards the clinic, but he moves away just as soon as he sees it.

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Boy, being a hobo sure is fun. Except not, the novelty wore off after about three seconds.

Sentinel's found a nice place! Strong walls, almost working doors. No ceiling... whatever, in the Hobo Life you take what you can get.

He walks out, dusting his hands off and inspecting the outside. It sure would be nice if literally no-one showed up and he was left to himself to do whatever.

Oh sorry, you wanted to be alone? Too bad, because Pharma's poking around nearby, frowning at the sorry state of things as he finds nothing, nothing, and more nothing that would be of any use to him.

He almost doesn't notice Sentinel at first, continuing to wander closer until finally, he looks up and sees him. And then he stops in his tracks, posed with one foot forward like a cat who is considering whether or not to pounce. Except with more surprise and less malice.

Like Pharma, Sentinel doesn't notice he has company until he turns.

Also like Pharma, he freezes like a... well, Sentinel isn't graceful enough to be called a cat. A large horse. He freezes like a large horse.

"You're not looking to stay here."

More of a flat statement than a question. You're not. It's his, motherfucker.

Well then. Pharma stands straighter, hands on his hips as he looks at Sentinel and his shelter.

"So you're a mind-reader, I see."

He actually wasn't, but clear douchebaggery begets douchebaggery.

It's like a douche-off.

"No. Covering bases."

Because he's still so self important he thinks things would revolve around him. FANTASTIC.

"Well, there's no need to get uppity; I'm just passing through."

Something about this mech seems familiar, but Pharma can't be assed to think about it too much. Right now, he's kind of jealous and even more in want of somewhere to rest up for just an hour or two.

"Well, now. You can never tell here, can you?" he says, rather condescendingly.

Ironic, considering most of the time he has to leave his hobo shacks because of poor structural integrity as opposed to someone spraying him with a hose or whacking him with a broom.

Pharma raises his hands in a mock show of pacifism, taking a step backwards. "I'm telling you now. It used to be that someone's word was enough; what a sorry state of affairs that that's no longer the case."

"I suppose there should be a sense of commiseration between those of us stuck on this desolate planet."

He shrugs.

"Or perhaps it is just Cybertronian nature."

"You might there there would be, yes. Amazing how a war can change someone." Pharma shrugs as well, stopping his slow retreat momentarily. He pauses, finally deciding to take a risk now that there's less chance for fisticuffs for domination. "I feel like I recognize you from somewhere."

Oh, finally.

"Does the title Prime ring a bell?"

Because he is sorta-not-really one of those.

Pharma pauses, optics taking in Sentinel again just to try and find some other source of familiarity.

"Yes. But you might have to refresh my memory, we've had a lot of them."

If Pharma listens hard enough, he might actually hear the sad trombone noise.

"There's been about six."

...IGNORING THAT.

"Whatever. Must be such a change to be out here instead of a nice hab suite, hm?"

"Oh, yes."

Being the asshole he is, Sentinel makes a big show of gesturing around them and inventing heavily.

"Ah, always loved the... down town air. The rubble really adds an extra layer of... history..."

this is a bad town for such a pretty face

ALL THESE HANDSOME GUYS OUT ON THE STREETS

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