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[This distressing scene opens up on Roadbuster who's holding the communicator shakily and trying to keep calm...pretty hard with everything that's happening right now.

He looks extremely distressed. In the background there's the sound of smashing objects, the room being horribly trashed. Thank god there was no one else living there.]

Aaaah guys help! Duke and Leatherhead talked and then he saw something and then he sorta laid down for awhile and then his eyes went funky and now...now he's tearing the room apart!!!

[Ok Roadbuster, keep it together, Leatherhead can't be that angry--oh no wait that roar definitely meant something was up. Ok he's back to shaky mode.]

I dunno what to do, guys! Duke's not here and--

[He gives his own panicked yell just because of the sheer amounts of overwhelming he's feeling.]

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[Bee's voice is quick but steady. By the time he sends the message, he's already out the door with Vanguard in tow.]

Roadbuster. Where are you?

On the third floor, but...I dunno if you should go there. He's still wrecking stuff.

I'll be there.

[It won't be enough to deter him. Don't worry, Roadbuster. Bee makes his way towards the third floor, recalling his and Leatherhead's past conversations.]

You and Duke are out of harm's way, right? He won't hurt you?

Duke ran away...I'm hiding under the bed. Just...be careful, ok? I never thought it'd be this bad.

Don't worry about me. Just keep yourself safe.

[Hang in there, little guy. He's almost there.]

Do you know what first set him off?

Well...Duke pretty much told him about Mikey and they argued and Leatherhead just...flipped out!

Mikey? You mean Michaelangelo?

[Leatherhead's friend. His dearest friend.]

What happened to Mikey?

He's gone!

[There's a long pause as Bee realizes the implications of this. Then, decisively:]

I'm here.

[It's easy to tell which room they're in on the third floor, especially with all the racket that's being made. One or two residents have even poked their head outside their door to see what's going on.

Bumblebee pays them no mind, putting his hand on the doorknob. Despite Vanguard's worried look, he turns the handle to see if it's open... and tries to open it to see the state of things inside.]

[The room itself has gone into pure disarray, furniture and objects tossed and broken from the big guy's fit.

He's almost run out of things to knock over and toss so the teen has more or less taken to hitting walls, leaving small dents and generally muttering and growling.]

[The sheer damage that has been wrought on the apartment is surprising. Rage and frustration and grief is gouged into the walls, shattered across the floor, and ripped into the sheets. It's in his voice, his face, his wild movements.]

[It makes Bee's heart twist in his chest.

So he steels himself, despite the danger his instincts and self preservation is telling him he's in, and steps inside.]

Leatherhead.

Edited 2014-02-04 11:36 (UTC)

[When Bee calls his name, Leatherhead turns to face him, his face wrought like a wild animal, angry and lost and heaving. He stares at Bee like that for some time, like he's expecting the ex-Cybertronian to do something.]

[Vanguard and Bee are coordinated, even if no words are being spoken. Vanguard carefully navigates around the far side of the room to poke his head under the bed. He'll be asking Duke quietly if he's alright.

Meanwhile, Bee takes a small step towards Leatherhead, hands extended, palms towards the other, hopefully a calming motion.]

Do you remember.. our first conversation?

About friends and allies?

Edited (whoops. sorry for the edits) 2014-02-05 01:04 (UTC)

[The ex-alligator keeps staring...before roaring at maximum lung capacity.

Sorry Bee, he should have warned you more clearly about his episodes. These things kind of happened.]

[No. He saw this coming. He may narrow his eyes in reaction, maybe even tense a little, but he'll be taking another step.]

Well I'm here.

[As promised.]

Leatherhead, just... calm down.

[Ok Bee, he'll calm down...right after he makes a bull charge right at Bee.]

[This is exactly what he doesn't want. Fighting in an enclosed space, with an enraged Leatherhead.

The only reason Bee's able to think so quickly is because he's used to being in these types of situations. He's careful to make sure Leatherhead has a clear path- no sense in having him injure himself further if he crashes into anything. He'll try and sidestep that as fast as he can, but Leatherhead's quick. Hopefully he can react in time.]

You're going to hurt yourself, and you're scaring your partners.

Edited 2014-02-09 01:29 (UTC)

[Leatherhead wants this fight, Bee. See those egg whites eyes? That's the rationale of a gator that thinks fighting is the best catharsis.

Leatherhead manages to miss Bee, only to growl in frustration. He throws a punch at the door frame. He's just aching to rumble.]

[He takes another look at the outraged teenager. Bee evaluates. Lets different possibilities run through his head.]

Vanguard. Wait outside.

Bee-

[He doesn't let his eyes off of Leatherhead, but his voice is a command. Not a request.] Do it.

[He lowers into a stance, hands not quite clenched into a fist, but ready to move at any second.]

This really what you want, Leatherhead?

[Is this what he needs? If Optimus were here, he could probably talk him down in a few perfectly chosen sentences. Bring him down from his anger without violence. But he's not Optimus. And he's not here to ask.]

Edited 2014-02-09 01:58 (UTC)

[What does he want? He wants Michelangelo back. He wants the few moments peace he got with him.

He wanted to hold Mikey so bad...and it hurt. It was a hurt that he couldn't place...

The big teen narrowed his eyes at the Autobot, clenching his fists.]

I want it to stop...

You want what to stop?

[Talk to him, Leatherhead. He knows it's because Mikey is gone, but it's not the time to keep it all bottled in.

He remains in his stance, but he won't make the first move. That, he'll let Leatherhead do. It's what he's here for. If Leatherhead is going to dish out punishment, it's going to be at Bee, and not any of his belongings or the apartment. That's a fast track to injuring himself or someone else on accident, and Bee doesn't want that on the other teen's conscience.]

Edited 2014-02-09 02:30 (UTC)

The hurt!

[Were he sober, there'd be a lot of regret running through him right now. But at the moment? The strong drive to catharsis overpowers reason. His fist swings at Bee once more, teeth nearly biting into each other.]

[Bee will be leaning to the right, redirecting the angry teen's fist to the side. But Bee's still close enough if Leatherhead wants to take another swing. He tries not to think about how much damage the fist would do if it landed. Bee may be more experienced, but there's a lot of strength behind Leatherhead's swings.]

Because of Mikey.

[Because he's gone.]

[Without thinking, he throws another fist...this one more half-hearted. The gatorteen shook his head.]

Michelangelo...

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