Log; Complete

[concept-camaro.livejournal.com]

When; August 13, early morning
Rating; PG
Characters; Open
Summary; Bumblebee arrives in the City with a bang. Intro post.
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The City looked like it might still be sleeping, a little - or at least thinking about dozing off. The morning had just made up its mind to get going, and the air was still very quiet, light just barely illuminating the endless circling of the carousel. Within another moment, though, the carousel was lit by the fiery ball that plunged to the earth next to it, throwing up chunks of pavement and splinters of the rock beneath. The crater was surprisingly small when you considered that the metallic ball inside it must have dropped from orbit. It was a perfect shell for its unlikely meteorite, which furtively unrolled itself and looked around frantically. Making that much noise was never a good thing, it was aware - attracting attention was the last thing it wanted to do.

A moment later, hopefully before anyone would have thought to look out or investigate, a sleek and suspiciously unblemished car that some would know to call a Camaro sat next to the wreckage of the street. It was trying to radiate innocence as it got its bearings. It was failing.

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[small-flame.livejournal.com]

The crash was enough to send at least one member of the city jolting out of bed. Long no stranger to surprise attacks, Basil had become a light sleeper out of necessity. It didn't take for the boy to roll out of bed and tug on a pair of worn jeans under his longer t-shirt. He slipped into his shoes as he stumbled from the door, searching for the source of the disturbance.

The weight of the pill bottle in his pocket was a temptation that was hard not to follow through on in the face of this new terror. What met his eyes was not entirely what he had suspected, though.

"An automobile..." he remarked, frowning slightly. The ticking in his head had stopped.

[concept-camaro.livejournal.com]

Bumblebee hadn't been in the City long enough to register the sudden silence, but he could certainly tell he was being examined. Maybe it would have been a better idea to get out of the vicinity of his landing site while before anyone could show up, but he was pretty sure there hadn't been time. His most important objective was to maintain a low profile until he could deduce why this place had interfered with his navigational systems - he had to think of a way to hide, fast.

He switched gears to neutral, cautiously, hoping his slow backward drift wouldn't be noticed.

[small-flame.livejournal.com]

Basil frowned as the car began to slowly move backwards. It was strange. Certainly a car as new as this shouldn't have braking problems. Perhaps its owner was incompetent. He had seen much of that in the cars owned by some of the older members of other families.

He glanced about, trying to see if there was anyone else about, "Where art thine owner, I wonder."

[concept-camaro.livejournal.com]

It was working! Yes! Bumblebee angled himself over slightly to exploit a slight dip in the road, moving faster...at least until his left back tire ground to a halt on one of the pieces of debris that littered the area. Unfortunate. He really had to learn to check behind him more often.

Resigned to staying put until the human had satisfied his curiousity, he locked his doors with a click. No point in getting stolen.