[bakin-n-skatin]

Scarsandsais - Closed RP

[scarredkame]

And here comes the inevitable “freak out even though he’s made it so blatantly obvious that he’s not going to hurt you” technique that the braver people he’d seen try before running away. But this one didn’t run away (yet); he paused awkwardly after hearing her question, but chose not to reply to it right away.

He had to tilt his head up to look at her, even while standing straight. She must have been nearly a foot taller than him, not that it was much of a feat since almost everybody he’d ever seen was so tall, at least to him. His eyes narrowed.

"If I had my way I wouldn’t even be talking to you right now." His own hand moved back to his side after she stepped away from him, still tingling from where her fingers had unceremoniously violated his skin without his own consent. Had they been acquainted under different circumstances he might’ve been a tad less rude to her, but his embarrassment from before hadn’t exactly faded away yet.

..An awkward pause. “Are you waiting for your free wish now or something?”

[bakin-n-skatin]

He really was short, wasn't he? Gwendolyn hadn't noticed before he made it obvious with the head-tilting, and she suddenly felt self-concious about her own height. Odd; she wasn't exactly tall herself, so it felt odd to have anyone except a child peering up at her like that.

Two brows raised at his statement. She was obviously offended, and she had half a mind to lecture the turtle kid right then and there. It didn't seem like the best idea, though, considering he was all muscled up, had weapons, and didn't seem exactly happy.

Instead, she crossed her arms and her brows knit together, lips pursing to give him a disapproving look.

"Yes, actually. A thanks would be nice," she replied.

Gwen wasn't used to people talking to her that way- other than the occasionally crabby customer and her wretched science teacher, she never had to deal with anything like this, and she sure as hell didn't like it.

[bakin-n-skatin]

Techandgetwrecked - Closed RP

[techandgetwrecked-blog]

The alley was empty, almost silent if it weren’t for an odd rummaging in a nearby dumpster. Donatello was hard at work, packing up old books that had been carelessly tossed away. Some where missing covers, pages torn or even missing, but Donnie didn’t mind. They were free and an endless source of knowledge and escape!

Thankfully, food was rarely ever thrown in this one, it only stunk of a little mold that grew on pieces of cardboard boxes and paper that were stuck to the bottom. Don had smelled much worse. Not realizing someone was in the alley, he continued to pack the duffel bag he ‘borrowed’ from Raph, without his permission, full of books he could salvage. Maybe he could find something for Leo and Splinter. Sometimes, if he was lucky, a magazine or comic book would be thrown out as well, often giving those to Raph or Mikey.

[bakin-n-skatin]

It didn't take all that long for the stranger to come into Gwen's view. When she first did notice him, she was already only a few yards away, as the dimly lit alleyway didn't offer much of a chance to see anything farther away than that.

At first she assumed he was a normal thug- a bulky one, but still just that. The fact that he was rummaging around in garbage didn't make all that much sense to Gwen, but then, she didn't know all that much about street life in New York. Maybe he was homeless?

She cast a glance toward the watch on her wrist. If she took the long way around to her costumer's home, then she'd be out past hours and her father would definitely have a good, long scold in store. Not to mention the fact that she'd be late delivering Mrs. Gardner's books; the cranky old woman a couple blocks down tended to throw fits, and Gwendolyn did not want to be around to witness one of those.

Sucking in a breath, she adjusted her grip on the box and raised her chin, deciding it'd be best to just walk past the guy. If worse comes to worse, she could just whack him with an encyclopedia.

Or, that had been the plan. The closer to him she got the more she realized something was off about him. It took her a moment to see just how bulky he really was- the shell probably didn't help all that much.

She had no idea what to think- should she just keep going as if she hadn't seen anything? She definitely would have done anything to avoid the creature, but she realized her grip on the box had grown lax at her surprise, and she yelped as the books tumbled down to the ground.

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Crash Landing || Bakin-n-skatin || Closed RP

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His scowl deepened at her amusement, and he cast a sidelong glare her way when she leaned in closer to him.

Now she was giving him an order? Great. Just what he needed.

Though, he didn’t have any better ideas, so he picked up the pace, wordlessly consenting to her plan. Leo didn’t like it at all; the idea of being stuck in a building with a human was bad enough, but he was tiring and injured and wasn’t sure if he’d be able to defend himself if need be.

Nevertheless, he turned left. There, he knew this street. There was only one bookstore here, so it didn’t take him long to stop in front of it and unceremoniously dump the girl to the ground.

[bakin-n-skatin]

Gwendolyn let out a sigh of relief that he listened to her- though it was cut short when she landed on her butt on the cold, hard asphalt.

"Aren't you nice?" She grumbled, picking herself up off the cement and stumbling to the door. In her fall she'd lost the house key, and had to fumble to find it again. 

The door had hardly creaked open when the first of the spider guy's spines were visible around the corner of the block. She let out a stifled yelp and ducked into the shop, closing the door as quietly as she could as soon as the turtle had entered.

"Get down," she hissed, tugging at his hand while she knelt below the window.

[shellshockerraphael]

+ bakin-n-skatin

[shellshockerraphael]

He let out a soft snort, and he had to admit, he started to slow down a bit for her as he grunted, “Kind of a hobby, kind of a duty. Hard t’decide which sometimes.” A double-edged sword, really—he liked to take out punks so he could have something to vent his frustrations on, yeah, but at the same time, he had to take whatever abuse the humans could dish out on him if he was seen. Kinda sucked.

"Gwendolyn. Gwen, if you like. I’m fine with either."

An eye ridge raised as Raph glanced at her, gold eyes light with amusement. “Gwendolyn, huh? Sounds like a witch’s name…kinda badass, actually.” He was liking this girl more and more—not screaming, offering to help, and a quirky name…

She wasn’t half-bad, for a human teenager.

He returned his gaze to the streets in front of him as he said, “Name’s Raphael. You can call me ‘Raph’ fer short if that’s yer thing.”

[bakin-n-skatin]

"Well, I have to say-- it's a good thing that you do stuff like this."

She let out an almost inaudible sigh of relief when he started slowing down. It wasn't even that big of a change in pace, but it made all the difference to her. Gwen wasn't exactly inactive, but she wasn't in the best of shape, either, considering her screwed up knee.

One corner of her mouth quirked up. She did get the witch comment often, but badass bit was new. It wasn't bad, not at all, just... different. Most people wouldn't look her in the eyes and call her badass, or anything along those lines.

The fact that he was a hulking, muscled turtle also added on to the compliment.

"Raphael? I don't think I've ever met anyone with that name-- what os it, Spanish? Italian?"

[bakin-n-skatin]

Midnight Struggles - Bigredandreadytorock - Closed RP

[bigredandreadytorock]

Raphael’s hand was shaking, his vision was getting blurrier as he looked at the short human. She offered no threat, no need to use the sais…he was too tired, too hurt, he ended up dropping the sais to the ground again.

He let out an agonized groan, holding his wound as sweat trickled down his face, “Get th’ fuck away.” he warned, his voice cracked as he spoke, his eyes watering as the pain throbbed on his body.

"I don’t need ya fuckin’…pity here,I ain’t gon’ hurt ya if ya don’t try anythin’ funny." he wasn’t making any sense, he was losing focus, his eyes were getting hazy and the pain was getting too violent for him to handle.

He had to do something.

"What do ya want here?" he asked, sitting down on the floor as he breathed by his mouth, "Ya lost or somethin’?!"

[bakin-n-skatin]

Her breathing had started to become a bit heavier, suddenly fearful of the giant... turtle? Of course, she had been afraid before, but now that he spoke it really hit home. Obviously he had every intention of being hostile.

Gwen was already stuttering apologizes, getting ready to go back down the ladder and wait for the door to open- seemed better than this- when he collapsed.

"N-no, no, I'm not lost," she replied, voice shaky. Gwen coughed into her hand, clearing her voice. "This is my apartment. I locked myself out, so I was trying to get in up here..."

Hesitantly, she took a step towards him.

"Are you alright?"

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Crash Landing || Bakin-n-skatin || Closed RP

[kazeiisms-deactivated20180317]

Now it was Leo’s turn to yelp. His head and feet were now turning different direction’s; he ended up following his head, skidding around the corner and almost tripping on the curb.

"I am not a pony!" Leo sputtered angrily, resisting the urge to turn around and give the human girl a glare. "What the shell was that? You can’t just… rein me around like that!"

Nevertheless, he continued on, his breathing steadily becoming more and more labored. Leo had been running most of the night, and he probably could have gone much, much longer if not for the dead weight clinging to his shell.

[bakin-n-skatin]

Gwendolyn couldn't help but snicker as she went back to clinging to his shell for dear life. As it became obvious that he was having troubles, she ducked down to talk in his ear; she guessed it would be difficult to hear her with the spider's rumbling footsteps catching up to them.

"Take a left next- we can hide in this bookstore I work in. Or, live in, really. In my apartment," she tried to explain, and let go of his shell with one hand, the other's grip tightening.

Keys jingled in her hand, and she shook them for emphasis.

"Just get there, okay?"

[bakin-n-skatin]

Scarsandsais - Closed RP

[scarredkame]

Raph tried his best to ignore the irritation beginning to gnaw at him — drunk? She had actually bought that he wasn’t a mutant turtle. It was blatantly obvious, though. But maybe it was just the lighting and denial that an actual mutant turtle was out here that made her believe otherwise.

He lifted his arm, nervously, when she offered it, trying not to let it shake too much and give away his anxiousness. As soon as this girl felt his hand it would be painfully conspicuous that he wasn’t a drunk kid wearing a costume.

It actually still bothered him that she thought so. Such a shallow girl.

[bakin-n-skatin]

She kept that reassuring smile plastered to her face as she reached the rest of the way to grab on to his hand.

It took her a moment to register the feeling of his skin, at which point she'd already begun trying to help him to his feet. Her smile disappeared, replaced by puckered lips and a line between her brows. Gwen had held her fair share of reptiles and reptile costumes; this felt much more like the former.

Both curious and a little frightened, she ran her hand down the rest of his forearm for confirmation, and even then she wanted to keep believing he wasn't really a giant turtle.

Now not entirely sure what to do, she paused there, her hand still lingering at the back of his hand. Clearing her throat, she tried to calm her suddenly rapid heartbeat.

"Right-- you're an overgrown turtle. Alright," she stuttered before removing her hand and taking a step back. "You're not going to take me in for questioning, right? Like, I know too much or something?" She joked, though there was still an edge of nervousness to her voice.

[shellshockerraphael]

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[shellshockerraphael]

He had to commend the girl, she was at least trying to keep up his pace. Hell, Raph was walking and she was attempting to keep up by matching one step for two. It was tempting just to walk a little bit faster for his own amusement, but he decided to play nice for the moment.

He glanced at her as she spoke, before chuckling and shrugging as well, not minding the fact that the men let out groans as he shifted. “Dunno, you humans seem to have a lot goin’ on. Don’t get out very often unless it’s to beat these sorta guys up.” Hell, it was rare for them to encounter humans outside of that, so this was already interesting.

Returning his gaze straight ahead, he added, “So, you got a name? Or jus’ an alias? ‘cause I’m fine with both.” If she refused to give him a name, he had a few creative ones, and that was him just being on nice—mostly things like “Chick” or little things like that.

[bakin-n-skatin]

"At least no one can say you don't have a hobby," Gwen responded, taking a stab at humor. She was just a bit uncomfortable around him- curious, sure, but definitely uncomfortable- and making joke usually served to soothe her nerves.

After jogging a couple steps to catch up to him, Gwen gave him her name.

"Gwendolyn. Gwen, if you like. I'm fine with either."

The girl almost thought twice about telling him her name, but if it would make him a little more at ease, then she was more than happy to tell him. Besides, it was just a name, no harm done.

She gave him a curious look, frowning a bit, a crease forming between her brows. "If you don't mind me asking, what's your name?"

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Closed RP with bakin-n-skatin

It was late out. The moon was already down, shining brightly onto the rooftops. Usually this would be the time when Shredder would send her out on a patrol. But this time she decided to be alone. It was nice to have some time to herself; to think about everything. Get anger out, try to think things through.

Her solo patrols weren’t usually so boring. She usually met a little punk kid down in an alleyway and taught someone a lesson. One without a weapon required. After a few minutes of a good warmup, Karai decided to stop and take a small rest. 

She stared down off of the rooftop, observing the landscape. New York really didn’t have many notable features; when you first move, it was quite admirable. But it got old quickly. She was used to seeing people walking down the streets, some times getting into stupid arguments. Which were quite entertaining, actually. 

What was odd about this street was that it was dead. Around this time of night, people were usually out and partying. Then again, this wasn’t Times Square. Or anywhere near there. 

All that was on this street was just an average teenage girl, unknowingly being watched.

[bakin-n-skatin]

Gwen was more than a little used to being out this late. It was already an hour past her curfew, though her parents had given up on enforcing the rule. They told her that it was because she was almost eighteen and should learn to start handling herself, but she was sure it was because the got tired of constantly berating her about it.

She paused for a moment, reaching down to rub at her sore knee before continuing.

There was a long period where she walked with nothing happening, until she got that prickly feeling at the back of her neck. After moving to New York she'd become accustom to the feeling; there was always someone with their eyes on her, no matter where she went.

Shoving her hands deeper into her pockets, she walked a couple more feet before glancing into the alley to her right. No one. Gwnendolyn turned the other way, then looked behind her. Again, no one. The streets were empty.

On a whim, Gwen cast her gaze toward the roofs and almost skipped over the figure just barely noticeable on the building across the street. Frowning, Gwen took a step forward to try and get a better look- not that it helped much.

[bakin-n-skatin]

Scarsandsais - Closed RP

[scarredkame]

Blinking, Raph slowly began to nod in response to her question. “W-well, most people I’ve seen run away at the sight of a giant mutant turtle falling from a roof…”

He kept his eyes on the skates as her grip loosened on them; of all the things, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to block a pair of skates with only his sais. A moment later he forced himself to look back up at the girl’s face, regarding her hesitantly.

At least she wasn’t already attacking him. Maybe she thought he wasn’t a real turtle — in that case, he might be able to convince her that he was in a costume until she left.

”..I think so?”

[bakin-n-skatin]

Gwendolyn cocked a brow at the boy. It was obvious from the tone of his voice that he was young- she doubted he was old enough to be drinking. She couldn't help but let out an amused snort.

"Well, at least you're a funny drunk," she commented as she stepped forward, picking her way around a stray pile of trash and swinging both skates over one shoulder.

"Good thing you're not hurt; I didn't want to have to deal with that." She offered him a hand up, giving him a small smile. "Come on, let's get you home, kid."

[bakin-n-skatin]

Techandgetwrecked - Closed RP

Gwendolyn scooped her keys of the counter, checking through them to make sure they were all there. Last time she'd gone out her brother had taken her house key and she'd ended up waiting outside for at least two hours, which was not fun.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be home before midnight," Gwen called back to her ever worrying father. "And, yes, I have my 'emergency kit'"- aka, a flimsy Swiss army knife that never had done her any good- "really, Dad, I'll be fine."

She took the stairs two at a time, sliding into the bookstore and nearly sprinting in her desperation to get out before her father could stall any longer. She loved her family, really, she did, but they could be so stifling. Even it was just to do errands.

Near the door was a box full of books; their weekly deliveries. Gwen scooped it up as she left the house. 

It wasn't exactly late out, yet- the sun just starting to set. Good thing, too. The first delivery was for an elderly lady a few blocks down that preferred to have her order left by the back door, and Gwen didn't want to run into any gangs.

She took to the alley, balancing the box on her hip.

[shellshockerraphael]

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[shellshockerraphael]

He didn’t make a sound as the thug’s legs hit his plastron—it wasn’t like it hurt or anything, these guys were pretty light in comparison to some of the goons he’d had to carry around before. Regardless, this chick was…interesting. She wasn’t running or anything, and the fact that she wanted to at least try to help out was something new.

Raph positioned the second thug on his other shoulder, blinking when the girl offered him the hunting knife—which he took and stashed in his belt for the time being. “So yer bored, s’what I’m hearing?” He snorted softly, chuckling. “Funny. Ain’t much to be bored about here in New York City.”

He turned to make for the police station, glancing over his shoulder. “Right, whatever, you can come if ya want, ain’t nothing off my back…” Wasn’t like he had much else to do. Most of the humans were asleep, and this was the first interesting thing he’d seen all night. May as well enjoy it while it lasted.

[bakin-n-skatin]

Gwen tried not to smile as he finally gave her permission to tag along. She had to hurry to catch up with him, , and she found that for every step he took she had to take two; he really was very tall. Still, she doubted that he would slow down for her, so she'd just have to keep up.

Shrugging a bit, Gwen stuffed her hands in her pockets. "The city isn't exactly my cup of tea," she responded, hands stuffed in her pockets. "Honestly, you're the only interesting thing that's happened in a long while."

She wasn't lying- to her, everything here was the same. Sure, there were a lot of shopping and clubs and God knows what else, but that didn't mean it was interesting. She'd preferred the quiet of the country side, so she usually ended up staying indoors, anyway.

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Crash Landing || Bakin-n-skatin || Closed RP

[kazeiisms-deactivated20180317]

The terrapin gave her a hard glare at her sarcasm. Now was not the time for sass.

— ⚔ “A bad knee? Are you kidding me?

              Of all the humans…”

Leo let out a frustrated noise and reached out to grab her arm, pulling her toward him while turning around. The result was him giving a very awkward piggy back ride. Shell, it was even hard to run with her on his shell- he didn’t exactly trust her to not fall off, so he had to keep his hands under his knees.

— ⚔ “Try to hold on.

              If you damage my sheaths, you’re getting me new ones.”

[bakin-n-skatin]

Gwendolyn yelped as she was forcibly yanked onto his shell. Naturally, it took her a moment to adjust, and even when she did it wasn't comfortable at all. His shell was an odd shape, and the edges of it kept biting into her thighs. That, and the damned sheaths kept hitting her in the face.

"If your sheaths damage my face, you'll have bigger problems to worry about," she snapped.

All she could think to do was go back to the bookstore; if they got there before the giant ugly spider guy back there saw them, they could probably hide there. She doubted she could convince him to go, but it was certainly worth a try.

"That way!" she exclaimed as they came closer to a corner, grabbing at his mask and tugging it to the side as if he were a horse.

[bakin-n-skatin]

Scarsandsais - Closed RP

[scarredkame]

That crash from a moment ago just happened to be made by a certain mutant turtle. He’d spotted her from the rooftops earlier; tried to put distance between himself and the human without attracting attention and managed to trip and actually fall off the roof.

Smart move. He was glad his brothers weren’t around, at least.

Raph found that, upon pushing himself up into a sitting position, there was the the girl he’d seen, standing merely a few feet away from him. Not good… but at least she wasn’t screaming in terror yet. Not to mention, those skates in her hand looked like the ones Casey used sometimes, and he knew for a fact that his friend liked to use them as weapons sometimes.

"Before you say anything, I’m not going to kill you or anything, and if you’re going to run away, please don’t start yelling and screaming.”

[bakin-n-skatin]

It took Gwen a moment to answer him; she'd been completely immersed in trying to pick apart his appearance. At first glance he looked like a green blob- which really wasn't mean as an offense, but that was all she could see of him at first. After, when she noticed the shell- and what was that, fighting gear?- she couldn't help but raise a brow.

"Why would I run away?" she asked, grip loosening on the skates' laces. Gwendolyn had been gearing up to whack him with them, but decided against them. Still, she kept them on hand in case she'd need them.

She'd decided to tell herself that he was probably just some kid in a costume- possibly a drunk kid. After all, no sane person would be out in a turtle suit at this hour.

"Are you alright?"

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"Ja, it can be. I should probably get her home. Um….vhat did you say your name vas again? I uh…I am Titus." He didn’t remember what he’d told her, but seeing how she kinda knew now and had helped find his sister, he didn’t mind.

[bakin-n-skatin]

"Oh, yeah, right, of course." Gwen stood, brushing off her jeans before offering him a hand up. "It was nice to meet you, Titus. I'm Gwen.

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nyeh, I’m pretty sure it’s the same thing

it’s not like I’m going to do anything bad with them! i totally am

come on. you’re killing me here.

[bakin-n-skatin]

I'm sure you'll be fine.

Seriously, I'm not getting the damn thing for you.

[kazeiisms-deactivated20180317]

being an assistant manager is a job job.

because of reasons. And you’re supposed to be my friend. Friends buy friends turtle.

[bakin-n-skatin]

You're assistant to the manager. There's a difference.

Reasons. I'm pretty sure the only reason I'm not getting it for you is because of those reasons.