#v:pre-mutation

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[ * Leo’s long, white robe billowed out around him as he slowly approached you. ] ❝ O holy night… The stars are brightly shining. It is the night of our dear Savior’s birth. Long lay the world in sin and error pining. ’Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth. A thrill of hope. The weary world rejoices! For yonder breaks a new glorious morn. Fall… on your knees. O hear… the angels’ voices! O night… divine. O night when Christ was born. O night divine! O night… O night divine. ❞

“Seriously?” 

“...isn’t that just Master Splinter’s bathrobe?”

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'Zzz'

Sam mumbled tiredly, rolling over as she felt a soft thud on the bed. She yawned, blinking blearly at the form in front of her. She blinked rapidly a few more times, then gave a soft smile. 

“Finally tired of sleeping outside in the cold?” she asked with a small giggle, moving closer to the other girl. She reached out to touch Ava’s hand, then instantly moved it back, eyes wide, now suddenly awake as she stared at Ava in concern.

“Geez, you’re freezing! Do you want me to get some more blankets?”

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Don’t listen to them.

Sam sniffled, looking away as she rubbed her face. She felt her face flush. Leo must think she was a loser blubbering like this...which of course, only made her feel more upset and sniffle more. 

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“Ok Ella, like, as a superhero, I don’t mind coming to your rescue, but have you ever considered being a NINJA princess? Then you’d be a shoe in to win Total Drama Island next time!”

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Sam wiggled in her new outfit, trying hard to stifle her happy giggle with her hand. She couldn’t believe this! Someone actually thought SHE could be a spy! Someone looked at HER and actually CHOOSE her to help THEM, not the other way around, like with the turtles. She didn’t have to beg to be noticed, to be given a chance (ok, maybe she did a LITTLE begging), someone actually saw potential in her. It was enough for her to wanna…do a victory dance! Or march right up to the turtles with a big grin and tell Donnie she was a NINJA now! A ninja SPY! Then he’d train her and she’d be on their team, and she’d actually be on a superhero TEAM and get to go on awesome ninja missions like….maybe defeat an evil ninja clan like in the movies! She was unable to hide the happy squeal that erupted from her mouth as she imagined herself hiding in the shadows of some spooky, old building, leaping out and defeating the ninjas guarding the door to the supreme evil leader of the ninja clan. She clamped her other hand over her mouth as her giggles grew. It would be so awesome! She would be Donnie’s best ninja student ever! He would see! But first…

She straightened herself up, coughing in her hand to calm herself as she attempted a serious demeanor, her mouth in a tight line that she hoped emitted an air of heroic authority. They said the Shredder (that was a pretty cool name for a ninja she had to admit, if a little…well…villainous sounding. But, it would send any bad guy screaming in terror, she supposed) wanted to meet all the recruits personally. He probably wanted to give them all some cool mission, so she had to make a good first impression and show she was a dedicated ninja student. Unable to keep her mouth from upturning into a small smile, she pushed open the huge, imposing doors.

It was if a chill in the air made her freeze, sending all the joy she had felt out and leaving a cold pit in her stomach. She looked over with wide eyes at the man sitting on the high throne. The whole place had the feel of a villainous lair from a Saturday morning cartoon, and the metal the Shredder (she guessed that explained the name), didn’t help. She stared with wide-eyes for a couple of seconds, unable to make a single sound but a small gulp that seemed to echo through the room. She shivered (and not because she was scared, it was just COLD….even though she was wearing her Pulverizer outfit underneath), as she gazed up the throne.

Say something, dummy! She berated herself. Clearing her throat, she held out her hand. “Uh-hey! I’m uh-the Pul-um…I mean…uh…” Wait, this wasn’t what they did in the movies! Ninjas bowed, not shook hands! With a sheepish smile, she put her hands together, bowing the deep bow she saw in the movies she loved. “I mean, uh…” she looked up, “I’m Samantha…the new recruit!” trying to show some confidence, she raised her voice, giving the man a grin.

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“You could have drowned!”

“Dude, I know! That was SO awesome!” Sam cheered. “I think I lost my surfboard though. She pouting. Pausing a moment, she remembered the girl next to her. “Oh ya,” she smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of her head, “Thanks for uh...saving me.” 

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“Hey Donnie, guess what, guess what! You know that nature documentary I fell asleep through and the commercial for the natural history museum about the exhibit with the weird colored beetles.” Sam wiggled excitedly, “I got us two tickets so you can go! And I can come with you!” Though an exhibit all about bugs didn’t seem too exciting, she did want to hang out with Donnie and he seemed to be feeling sad latley. 

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Drawing

Sam hummed the theme to Batman quietly to herself, her tongue stuck out in concentration as she finished the ears to the tiger superhero costume she was drawing. It looked fairly good, however it seemed to be more fit for a mutant than a person as she had added claws, tails and even a laser beam for the eyes. Ever since meeting the turtles, her brain had been filled to the brim with ideas for mutant costumes and her sketchbook was full of mutants wearing costumes or simply costumes with additions that could work for say, a mutant with a tail or claws. Usually, she didn’t like drawing in public. It was embarrassing! Batman never drew! In fact, no superhero she knew of did. But, she had felt bored being at home and felt like doing something, so she had gone to library for some peace and quiet. Besides, no one would bother her since it was the library after all, she reasoned.