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i'm just a kid and life is a nightmare~ ( OPEN )

WHO: Duo Maxwell Jr. and YOU!
WHERE: various places
WHEN: Throughout November
WHAT: Catch-all for Jr. here! 3 open prompts + 1 closed prompt + wildcard.
WARNINGS: Aside from Jr's potty mouth probably nothing?

MAURTIA FALLS; THE JUNKYARD DIVING CHRONICLES
[ Night? Check. Motorcycle helmet? Check. No one in sight around the junkyard at this hour? Check and check. It's with an alley-oop that Duo here hops the fence and goes about scavenging around in the junkyard for this part and that piece, all things that he stuffs into his duffel bag that hangs at his side. Why not just come and look through this stuff during the day since it's apparently "low security" as it's been put to him? Well... because... he needs some things that he probably wouldn't be allowed to take? Maybe? Not important and he's pretty much done getting the pieces he had scoped out earlier in the day anyway, so. Time to blow this popsicle stand.

So again with the alley-oop to hop this fence, he drops his duffel bag down first and hoists himself over... only to get stuck? Somehow? What in the absolute hell? There's cursing and flailing and a body slamming back against the fence as he hangs there upside-down, dangling by his foot which is somehow caught in the fence thanks to his jeans, he's guessing. ]

The hell is this? What kind of shitty pants are these anyway to get caught in- yo! Buddy! Over here, yo! Helloooooo! Can you like... help a guy out here for a quick sec?!

[ He's totally talking to you. Please help this child? ]

DE CHIMA; BIKES AND CHURCHES
[ Churches and Duo here are... something. While he doesn't exactly hold tightly to the whole religion aspect of it all and certainly doesn't try and pretend to be of the faith like some people do, there's something... comforting, oddly enough, about being around one and he chalks it up to whole having been raised around one. Doesn't mean he didn't get beat for skipping out on prayers and playing in junk piles but, you know, still holds some sort of semblance of home. Or whatever.

He's in the back outside The Blessed Sacrament Church, greasy and covered in a few cuts and some blood, typical things one eventually has on them when they're fixing motorcycles... and this is more like an entire overhaul of the thing rather than just a quick change of the filter. But he's sort of built up a reputation around here for being the go-to ~~kid~~ guy for fixing things if you need it done and, a lot of his clients are in the way of kids who need their bike chains fixed which he usually does free of charge... unless one is being an absolute shit and then he charges a bit of pocket change.

You need something fixed quick? Bring it on over to him here. He's even got a sign out front saying NEED SOMETHING FIXED? BRING IT ON BACK. PRICES NEGOTIABLE, YO. Otherwise- ]

If you're lookin' for the head holy guy, I ain't got a clue where he is.

[ Because even though he's bent over the bike at the moment and trying to pop off this damn part that's being difficult, he still knows you're there.

By the way... pay no mind to what looks like some sort of beginnings of a robot or something laying off to the side... just... never mind that. ]

HEROPA; ORANGE YOU GLAD IT COULD BE WORSE?
[ Right, so. Shopping for fresh fruit isn't exactly Duo's forte here but he's had it before, knows what it is, that it's good for you and all that other stuff. It's just, when one goes about picking out "the perfect orange" how exactly... do you do that? Especially when it's fresh and you can't see how it looks on the inside? So, you have Duo standing there in front of the display of oranges, staring to them with his list in one hand and a plastic bag in the other to put them in and... just sort of watches how others go about picking their fruit... touching and squeezing them from the looks of it. Hokay, kinda weird but sure, whatever. Reaching out, he does the same, even plucks one from the pile to hold in his hand...

...and sends the entire display of oranges tumbling down and falling all around him.

What the shit.

Oh, right, gravity. ]

CLOSED TO THE OLD MAN AKA DUO
[ This has got to be the longest bus ride he's ever been on and being as sick as he currently is does not at all help with making it go by any quicker. Jr. looks, well, like death if he's to be perfectly honest. Somehow, he's been hit with the whole to-do of being sick which includes runny nose, cough, feeling way too hot even with his jacket off, little on the dizzy side of things, and sneezing up a storm every about two minutes or so. Really, this is hell and he sort of hopes he can piss someone off so they can kill him and end his misery.

Ok, maybe not really.

Stepping off the bus, the cool air does next to nothing for him and he groans with annoyance; this sucks so much. He's a sniffling mess as he slowly maneuvers his way around people down the street, keeping an eye out for a pharmacy or something where he can maybe ~~lift~~ get some medicine or something. Doesn't help that he keeps bumping into people without so much as a sorry and finally just gives up to stop and sit on a step outside a shop. His head is spinning, he keeps coughing and he honestly feels like dying right now. Head in his hands, he's hunched over and whining to himself before he finally sucks it up and does the one thing he's been trying so hard not to do: shoot a message off to his old man. ]

can u come and get me?

[ That's all the message says along with where he is before he tucks his communicator into his pocket, folds his arms across his chest, and presses himself against the side of the shop as he sits there and lets his eyes fall shut, sniffling and coughing. ]

WILDCARD;
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what'd you do

[The initial response. Duo stares down at his comm, rubbing his temple, before he decides that Jr. a) wouldn't have messaged him unless it was real trouble, and b) if he was in jail, he'd have just broken out.]

[Cue the followup:]

jk I'm coming, sit tight

[He can track the kid's location through his comm, of course, so in about an hour he's pulling up on his bike, propping it up on the kickstand and looking at the kid all balled up pitifully against a storefront. Jeez, he really was in a state of emergency, wasn't he? He strides over, giving him a mockingly pitiful look.] What hurts worse, your head, or that you had to call me? [He holds a hand out.] C'mon, let's get you to bed.

[ He's in a sort of ready-to-fall-asleep state when his old man finally makes his arrival. Honestly, about time, sheesh. Cracking an eye open, he sniffles and, before he can even say much, he coughs a little, slowly peeling himself away from the wall. ]

You're not funny.

[ He sounds completely drained, not even any bite to go with his bark and, weakly, he takes hold of Duo's hand and... tries to pull himself up but finds that he just wants to sit there on that step instead. At least, his body sure does. ]

I feel like shit.

[ He weakly mutters, turning his head away to cough. ]

Edited (catches a typo hours later gdi) 2017-11-02 06:44 (UTC)

I'm super funny. [Duo grins, adding his own strength to pull the kid up before he plops back down again, throwing him off balance. Sheesh...] Giving up already? I mean, I could pick you up like a sack of potatoes and toss you over my shoulder, but I'm preeeetty sure that's not what you want.....

[But he sighs and gives him a sympathetic smile, then kneels to hand him some napkin.] Here, blow. Let's try again, alright? One, two...

[ Wow, does he look like a seven year old? Still, he plucks the napkin from his old man's hand and blows into it before he pushes it right back into the old man's hand. There you go, pops.

But it's after the two that he pulls himself up and, taking a moment, lets out a breath as his eyes fall shut for a moment. That should not have been as difficult to do as it was and he hates this, where's a carton of orange juice when you need it? ]

Please tell me you didn't bring a bike with you.

[ Because he wants to sit down and curl up and just quietly die, not have the wind blowing around him at 100 mph or whatever. ]

[Sheesh. Duo rolls his eyes and walks over to a trashcan on the street to deposit it, tempted to wipe his hand off on the kid's head.]

All I got, kiddo. I'm not about to commit a carjacking for a headcold. Y'want me to call a taxi instead? [He leans back against the brick of the shop, putting a steadying hand on his shoulder.]

[ There's a soft tch that leaves his lips and, slowly, he begins to walk over to where the bike is parked. Under any other circumstances, he'd have no problem with the beaut but... when one feels like their head is about to explode, well, not so much fun? ]

It's fine, whatever. Just wanna get this over with.

[ There's something so... vulnerable about Jr in this state. The way he lazily walks, the sniffles and coughs that cause him to pause every now and then followed by the whines and touches to his head... he'd be so easy to pick off right now, powers or no.

Coming to stand at the bike, he just breathes a little before he slowly looks to his old man with a you gonna hurry up or what? look on his face. ]

[Vulnerable... well, it was because he's a kid. Maybe Duo just had a messed up perspective because of what he was like as a kid (ok, definitely), but he's never really treated Jr. the way he'd treat other kids. He wouldn't treat any kid with their sort of background like that. On the one hand, it was respect for abilities, for knowing what he was capable of.]

[But maybe, too, it was a weakness, something that was always missing between them, never quite fulfilled- that tenderness of parental care. And that was a level of closeness that was just too much, too unfamiliar for Duo to reach.]

[Duo strolls up behind him, swings his leg over the bike, then scoots to sit towards the back of it, patting the front of the seat.] Here. I gotta make sure you don't go falling off the back, yeah?

[He holds the helmet out to him, and waits expectantly.]

[ Jr's in the middle of feeling like he's about to sneeze yet again when he comes to find that, no, his body is just screwing with him and no sneezing happens... this time. Great but kind of annoying as well.

Huffing, he reaches for the helmet and pushes the thing on... sneezing inside the helmet now, yeah, oops. Well, it's least it's over with and he can stop being annoyed with that feeling of wanting to sneeze? Yeah.

Normally, he'd protest the absolute shit out of this with sitting in the front since gross, he doesn't want to be near his old man and if he's sitting there, he might as well be the one driving then. But... this isn't normal circumstances and he's so tired and annoyed that he just complies and crawls his way onto the front space of the bike, back leaning against his old man's chest.

Jr doesn't find anything about this comforting and yet... it's weird. Really weird. To be so close to his old man like this and not swatting his hand away or one of them chewing the other out over this or that before a smack is given to his head. There's none of that in this moment and Jr has no idea how to feel about any of it. Best not to get attached, he always tells himself, because people have a habit of coming and going so much in his life and this moment here where it's almost like his old man cares is just another one of those fleeting moments that's sure to disappear, just like he's done before. ]

[excuse riptide, while he hadn't been going to the junkyard, he was drawn by the panicked shouting and when he gets there - leaning on his knees to get his breath back, stupid human lungs - he realises who it is and... loses his shit.

and keeps laughing. definitely taking pictures.]

[ GOD it just had to be Riptide, didn't it? There's more wriggling, more trying to free himself from the snag he's got himself on but... no use and so, naturally, he starts to lose his temper a little. ]

You gonna stand there and laugh all night or help me out of this?!

I made my choice!

[STAYING AND LAUGHING SO FAR!!]

[ Riptide's cruisin' for a bruisin' from the looks of it!! ]

What the hell, yo?! I'm gonna rip my pants!

[ And he just ~~stole~~ bought these, too. ]

[WIPES A TEAR... riptide switches to robot, not really caring that jnr wanted stealth, then reaches out to pull him off gently.]

[ If it weren't for the fact that Jr LIKES AND PREFERS his Cybertronian form, he might still be yelling and hollaring at Riptide. ]

Careful with the goods, yo.

[ Totally talking about himself obviously. ]

I tossed my bag down. [ Points to it. ] I need that.

[riptide just grunts and haphazardly sets him down, looks to the other side of the fence then decides to aid jnr's break in.

by putting his hand on the fence and utterly destroying that second of it.]

[ Settled on the ground now, he picks his bag up and slings the strap over his shoulder... only to STARE in slight disbelief at what Riptide is doing and knocks on his leg a couple times. ]

Yo!! I'm tryna not be detected, man!

Oh.

You should've said.

Are you stupid or something?! Who tries to be detected when they're lifting shit?!

[ GOSH RIPTIDE. ]

Get me outta here, yo! Before the cops come or something!

...No.

[riptide huffs, annoyed.]

Bail yourself! I did my part!

[he will help. he's just gotta goof first.]

The hell you say?!

[ That's it.

Balled up fists of fury, he punches Riptide's leg... and discovers that was a terrible terrible idea as he clutches his hand and hops back a bit, sticking his hand between his legs as he yells... pretty much every curse word known to man cause... ouch? ]

What the HELL yo?! That fucking hurts!

...Okay, now this is just sad.

[he reaches down to plurk jnr off the ground, making a heavy thudding getaway.]

[ The heavy thudding is not going to help probably! But... he's sort of too busy swinging his legs and rubbing his hand while still mumbling curses under his breath. ]

Why didn't you tell me that would hurt?!

I was under the impression you knew metal hurt to punch, idiot.

You coulda stopped me, y'know!

[ As he rubs his hand still, looking it over with one eye open because oh no if he broke this or something.. ]

Shit, I hope it's not broken or something. I don't see any bones popping out.

Can't read your mind, dingus.

[riptide grunts, glancing at him.]

I can take you to a hospital?

I'll walk it off, it's fine.

[ And he gives his hand a bit of a shake as he does so- but that still kinda hurts so yeah, no more hand shaking for him. ]

Tch, so fucking stupid. [ Mumbled to himself before he shoots a look up to Riptide. ] What're you doing out here anyway? Don't tell me you've taken up being a creep like that phony ass priest.

You shouldn't. I've heard humans lose their limbs if they get hurt enough. Like, permanently.

[riptide doesn't have his original arms or legs anymore, but he's a robot so whatever.]

Nah, I was just exploring. I don't need to sleep as much as you organics do.

[ Going to IGNORE THAT PART about the losing limbs thing and just keep looking to Riptide instead. ]

But you do sleep? Or like, you need to cause of your human body and all? You even take pisses and stuff?

Yeah, when I'm fleshy. There's loopholes I've been exploiting, though. As I am now, I can go for up to a week without needing sleep. I wouldn't, though, because that's stupid. I can get away with sleeping every other day without suffering much.

[for someone who fought in a war, riptide sleeps surprisingly well.]

And... yeah. Can we not talk about that? I hate that part of being human.

Do you get all the other problems that come with that? Like, y'know, when you see a pretty girl and stuff?

[ Is he talking about boners? He just might be. ]

A pretty- oh, honestly. I'm not interested in any humans whatsoever.

[and also: gay.]

So then, what? Those other guys are pretty much your only options? That sucks, yo.

[ He clearly means Tarn and Vos, yeah. ]

It's cool though. I ain't need anyone either so you can be like me, ok? Even if you're a jerk who nearly broke my hand.

[ Whine whine whine. Need some cheese to go with all that WHINE. ]

You should teach me how to fix you so in case you need to keep shit on the down low, I can take care of it. I might not even charge you.

Uhh... no? Did it occur to you I'm not actually interested in a relationship like that?

[???]

No, sorry. Inside I'm radioactive and acid-y. I had to tell your stupid dad the same thing. You'd literally die.

[ Ugh, the D word... ]

It's cool, yo. I can't die. I'm a God of Death.

[ The way he says this so nonchalantly... ]

People die around me. I don't die. Besides, who you gonna go to if you get messed up? Plus, I'm a good mechanic. Way better than that phony priest you associate yourself with. You know, I've been fixing bikes and stuff up since I was a baby? That jerk doesn't even take care of his shit properly.

Well, still... you don't want to absorb a bunch of radiation.

[and riptide doesn't want a human rummaging around inside him.]

It's fine, there's a Cybertronian medic here anyway. She's real grumpy, but she's good.

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