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robothell2015-01-31 08:01 pm
triggerhappycopter) wrote in robothell2015-01-31 08:01 pm
Semi Open
WHO: Spinister and anyone stuck in the clinic really!
WHERE: Clinic!
WHEN: A few days after that Ratchet and Tarn shindig!
WHAT: Spinister is going to steal ALL THE THINGS
WARNINGS: Potential robot shootings!
Looking at Spinister in all his gaudy, magenta and teal glory, you'd never really think that the fellow could sneak to save his life.
But he can sneak.
It was something the Scavengers were privvy to; their surgeon just literally appears out of thin air at times and you either got used to it, or you started hallucinating flashes of pink out of the corner of your optics. Fulcrum didn't really take it too well initially, the poor mech.
Compared to the cramped confines of the W.A.P., the clinic was a bit of a cakewalk. Plus most of the doors were broken anyways, so there wasn't a lot that would give the heli away. He slips into the clinic's backdoor like the most brightly colored of silent shadows.
The first thing he does is check if the broom closet was unlocked, just in case he needed a place to hide. The second thing he does is stop and listen, tracking the people in the building. Most of them were out front as far as he could tell, possibly monitoring the patients or chatting with each other.
No time like the present then.
Spinister starts picking through the cupboards and drawers as efficiently and quietly as he can.
WHERE: Clinic!
WHEN: A few days after that Ratchet and Tarn shindig!
WHAT: Spinister is going to steal ALL THE THINGS
WARNINGS: Potential robot shootings!
Looking at Spinister in all his gaudy, magenta and teal glory, you'd never really think that the fellow could sneak to save his life.
But he can sneak.
It was something the Scavengers were privvy to; their surgeon just literally appears out of thin air at times and you either got used to it, or you started hallucinating flashes of pink out of the corner of your optics. Fulcrum didn't really take it too well initially, the poor mech.
Compared to the cramped confines of the W.A.P., the clinic was a bit of a cakewalk. Plus most of the doors were broken anyways, so there wasn't a lot that would give the heli away. He slips into the clinic's backdoor like the most brightly colored of silent shadows.
The first thing he does is check if the broom closet was unlocked, just in case he needed a place to hide. The second thing he does is stop and listen, tracking the people in the building. Most of them were out front as far as he could tell, possibly monitoring the patients or chatting with each other.
No time like the present then.
Spinister starts picking through the cupboards and drawers as efficiently and quietly as he can.