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[goingclubbing]

Characters: Casey and Raph
Where: Deck 12
What? Casey found Hockey equipment. Hilarity ensues?
Rating: PG-13 for language

[Casey has a good set-up going, if he does say so himself. There's a suitcase set up down the hall of Deck 12, wedged solidly between more trunks, and Casey is smacking an assortment of items into it using the one, lone hockey

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[betterthanleo]

[Raphael is sitting back on a suitcase, legs crossed lazily and hands behind his head, watching him as he chews on a stick of gum.]

If by "got it" you mean you can bat a buncha junk around with a glorified golf club, then yeah, sure.

[goingclubbing]

[Casey glares at him pointedly.]

Why don't you take a whack at it, then, huh?

[Aaaand he begins setting up his rubber ducky and the others again.]

It's a lot harder than hittin' a puck-- puck's made for this stuff. This stuff gives some resistance. Strength trainin', Raph.

[betterthanleo]

I'm already strong. I don't need trainin' like you do, booger-head.

[He grins and throws at him some random object he plucks from the ground at his side - it's an old squarish cell phone from the 80's. Raph's just teasing you, Casey.]

[goingclubbing]

Jeez!

[Casey swats at the phone with the stick, missing entirely.]

Yeah, but I bet your aim sucks.

[betterthanleo]

Booger-head, [he begins, wagging a finger at him] I can hit a target with a shuriken from... from 100 yards. I'm a ninja, remember?

[As he says that, he gets up lazily, like someone who's been sitting around for too long, and meanders over to take the stick from him.]

Go ahead, put the heaviest thing ya got down.

[goingclubbing]

Aaaawright, I gotta see this. Hold on.

[Case ducks behind a suitcase, and pulls out a small TV with a six-inch screen that, helpfully, is already broken.]

I took a whack at this earlier. [There is a devilish grin.]

[betterthanleo]

[Okay, that's kinda a lot bigger than the rest of the stuff. But Raph keeps up his bluff and nudges Casey aside with a daring look on his face.]

Thanks for breakin' it in for me.

[Tosses the little TV onto the ground, and steps up to it, facing his marked-up shell towards his vigilante-bro.]

Watch and learn, claustrophobe.

[goingclubbing]

No prob, buddy.

[He steps out of the way, behind Raph, preening a bit. He's about to toss another reptile-related half-insult at him, when he catches sight of Raph's shell.

Not that he can read it, but the words die on his lips. He'd noticed it before, but... hadn't really been able to say anything. He takes a deep breath. Looking at it again-- that's no accident.]

Hey, uh. Hold up. B'fore you hurt yourself.

[betterthanleo]

Hm?

[Pausing, he turns to glance back at him, one eyebrow raised.]

What? Did you rig it to explode or somethin'?

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[goingclubbing]

Nah, I just--

I gotta ask, Raph. What happened?

[There is a pause and a vague, nondescript hand gesture. This is awkward timing, but he doesn't really give a shit.]

T'your shell.

[betterthanleo]

[His good mood fades quickly and he diverts his eyes. Oh, that. Every time someone new comes on board he has to go through this... Clearing his throat, he shrugs his shoulders and tries to play it off like it's nothing, putting up a tough visage since he's in front of Casey.]

Ah, well, you know. It wasn't much. When I first got here I messed up one of the crew members. An' afterwards they caught me and did that like some kind of stupid punishment.

[goingclubbing]

[Yeah, sure. Sure, it's nothing. Riiiight. Casey fixes him with a Look. He tries to match Raph's more nonchalant tone.]

That hadta hurt. What the hell did you do to deserve that shit, huh?

[betterthanleo]

...Nothin'. [He mumbles and shrugs, like a teenager being interrogated by a teacher. Fuck's sake man, he does not want to talk about this right now, even if Casey's asking out of concern. He tries to swallow down a lump in his throat.] I didn't do nothin' to deserve it. Bastards.

[goingclubbing]

And what'd the other guy do to deserve you messin' with him? I thought the vigilante stuff was my shtick.

[And, as far as he knows, it is. He wasn't told much about The Nightwatcher.]

[betterthanleo]

Oh, you think so? [Raphael puts on a cocky front and tries to change the subject.] You mean Leo hasn't complained to you yet about what I was doing before we came here?

[goingclubbing]

Me an' Leo ain't exactly sneakin' around behind your back talkin' about you, Raph. Last I remember you told me off for beatin' up a couple'a punks and then I kicked your ass.