robothell | It Always Feels Like...

Who: Rampage and Tarn. Maybe Spinister?
Where: In the city. Where you shouldn't be, Tarn
When: Probably after Tarn talks to Brainstorm about anti-Rampage weaponry
What: STALKING
Warnings: Horrible murderer stalks other horrible murderer so... who know

Tarn is in the city.

Rampage is pretty sure this isn't the first time since Tarn's banishment, but this time he knows for sure. Because he's here in the city and Tarn's spark is nearby, and he's not sure what to do about that. As much as he'd love to go pluck off the remainder of Tarn's fingers and devour them one-by-one, Sixshot has convinced him that hurting Tarn is a bad idea for reasons that have nothing to do with Tarn and everything to do with Sixshot and First Aid.

Sigh.

However, he doesn't necessarily need to hurt Tarn to bother him. In fact, he doesn't even have to interact directly with Tarn at all. What if he just creeps a little closer, being ever-so-silent and keeping behind his target... and just picks up a small rock and tosses it across the street to clatter around inside a broken storefront.

Making sure he's well-hidden, he stretches out his spark's senses and waits.

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Tarn startles as a loud bang rings through the darkness. The reverberation of metal and resulting echo make it difficult to pinpoint where exactly it is coming from.

If whoever is circling outside is going to tell Megatron about his presence in the city, then there is not much he can do to stop them. It's clear that his hopes of slipping from the city unnoticed have failed miserably.

Backing away from the door, he grabs a steal pipe from the ground.

"Who's there?" he calls softly into to darkness. Unfortunately, he has a feeling that he already knows the answer.

Rampage doesn't answer, at least not with words. That would ruin the uncertainty of the game. Instead he slowly saunters towards the back door, digging his fingers into the wall and dragging them in a long scraaaaaaape.

When he finally reaches the door he doesn't bust it open, though he could. Instead he just begins to rattle it furiously. Little flakes of rust break off and float away like snow.

Stumbling backwards over a discarded chair, Tarns first instinct is to clear the door as it begins rattling. His hold on the pipe tightens, and his optics brighten with growing anger. How dare someone toy with him like this!

“Show yourself, coward!" Tarn growls, taking a step forward, sending a quick ping to Spinister with his location in case this goes awry. He tries pulling to door open in one last effort, earning a shrill screech as the hinges begin bucking every-so-slightly.

Oh no, Tarn is taunting him! Good thing Rampage doesn't actually care. No, he's just going to keep rattling this door and frustrating Tarn, until the ex-'Con tries to pull it open.

Well, they can't have that! So he turns his attention to keeping the door shut in a game of tug-o-war.

Not hurting people can be pretty hilarious! He's going to have the hugest laugh about this later.

Trying to get the door open was proving to be an uphill battle. With the hinges loosened he should be able to simply shoulder open the door. But whoever was on the other side was steadfastly holding it shut. Every time Tarn manages to open it a crack, the mech on the other side is quick to pull it shut.

With a fed up snarl, Tarn attempts to simply stomp the door off of its hinges, steadying himself on his crippled leg against the door frame and kicking out with his good leg. Although he acknowledges that this may not be the brightest idea, he's committed. And other than a bit of aching in the knee joint, the leg is able to hold his weight without much problem.

Caution of making too much noise, flies out the window and flakes of rust flutter to the ground around him. After a few solid kicks, the door begins to completely separate from the frame.

Just one more solid stomp and it Tarn will really be able to give his stalker a piece of his mind.

Wow, Tarn, stop trying to ruin his fun by revealing his identity. It doesn't matter if Tarn suspects it's Rampage, it'll ruin the suspense if he knows for sure it's him!

What to do, what to do?

...Rampage shoves suddenly, forcing the door the rest of the way off its hinges but towards Tarn, rather than away from him. Trusting the surprise and the sudden burst of light from around the door to cover him, he swings flat against the side of the building, then books it as fast as be can around the nearest corner.

Smooth.

Tarn grunts in surprise as the door suddenly is forced on top of him. He staggers, only just managing to catch himself from falling on his face.

He's up and out from under the door like a shot, bursting out into the open air of the city. Tarn's optics are bright and wild as he desperately scans his surroundings.

Nothing. No one. He takes the opportunity to attempt a hasty getaway, keeping close to the shadows and constantly glancing over his shoulder. He has his suspicions about who it is that's after him.

Spinister is just minding his own damn business looking for scrap when a huge red fellow rounds the corner and nearly smacks into him.

He makes most offended noise and just glares at Rampage. What the hell, mate?

Rampage jolts at the sudden appearance of a smaller - though not exactly small - mech in front of him. He'd been so distracted keeping tabs in Tarn that he hadn't even noticed the other spark signature!

Not wanting to attract Tarn's attention he just glares down at Spinister and makes a little shooing motion.

It Always Feels Like...

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