"If the good Lord had intended us to walk . . ." [closed | active]

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Characters: H.M. Murdock and Donatello

Setting/Location: The Lookout, Level 4

Date & Time: backdated to Day 3, afternoonish?

Warnings: Umm, people plotting to start an unlicensed aviation industry? IDEK

Summary: The people of Willaknapp were terribly inconsiderate and failed to invent the airplane. Murdock and Donatello have taken it upon

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[donatechno]

To say Donatello had been avoiding those aboard the Caravan was an understatement; he'd been practicing his ninja skills in a way that would make Splinter more than proud since he boarded the large wooden structure. So far, avoiding the general populace had worked out--his roommate had strangely disappeared when Donatello offered to meet him, and so he had had the room to himself and had used it to hide out. Of course, he left for meals and fast showers, but that was where the ninja practice came in. And as no one had gone shrieking about giant turtles, he doubted he'd been spotted.

So he was nervous as he stealthily approached the spot he was supposed to meet 'Murdock'. After all, it would be his first face-to-face confrontation since he got to the Caravan, and he still wasn't so sure how comfortable he felt exposing himself in a place without accessible exits. But the pilot had seemed nice enough, and Donatello really was tired of holing himself up in his incredibly boring room by himself. After spending his entire life surrounded by his family, a few days of solitude were quick to become lonely and boring.

"Hello," he greeted suddenly, from behind the man (but only after coming up with an escape plan and locating a weapon should he need one, of course).

"Murdock?"

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"That's me." Murdock replied cheerfully, turning from where he'd been leaning with his elbows on the railing of the Lookout balcony. "Guess that makes you . . ." He trailed off abruptly, raising his eyebrows. The figure before him was . . . green. And masked. And had a shell.

Well, now. That was different. Murdock cocked his head, making a thoughtful noise -- and then chuckled. "Huh. Well, now, I imagine this'd explain why you're so sold on open-minded folks."

Which, for better or worse, Murdock was -- and really, considering how very strange the last few days had been (even by his standards), who was he to judge? Granted, he had about a thousand questions now bouncing around in his brain . . . but first things first.

He advanced a few steps, grinning amiably and holding out one hand. "Donatello, I presume? H.M. Murdock, at your service."

[donatechno]

Donatello replied first with a nervous look at the initial tense silence, and then with a much easier smile when the man before him held out his hand. He offered his own green, three-fingered one and gripped the pale human hand just enough as he brought it into a shake.

"I'm Donatello, yes. It's great to meet you." He sparred a sheepish laugh as he let go of the man's hand, and looked down at himself as if to see what Murdock did.

"When you look like this in New York City, the open-minded quickly become your best friends." He flashed a smile, still slightly sheepish.

"I would have warned you if I wasn't afraid you'd call it off as soon as I told you about the shell."

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Murdock chuckled and buried his hands in the pockets of his battered leather flight jacket. "Shouldn't've worried. I might've pegged ya for delusional, but it wouldn't have stopped me any. I mean, I used to room with a guy thought he was Genghis Khan and he was a decent sort. Wouldn't have trusted him to help design a plane, but that's because he was lousy at math."

He grinned. "Truth is I'm used to bein' judged by my cover -- so I try not to turn it around on folks if I can help it. Figure that should go double in a situation like this. And heck, even if I'm wrong and I am hallucinating all of this after all, it's no reason to go losing my manners."

[donatechno]

"Where did you say you were from again?" Donatello asked with a friendly laugh when Murdock was finished talking. "Maybe I'll consider moving out there, when we get back to where we belong." He was only half joking, what with the Shredder finally gone and all.

The man was definitely unlike anyone he'd ever met before, and he'd seen some strange people in his short lifetime. Funny, how one of the strangest people he could recall meeting was the one that looked the most normal.

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"Sunny Los Angeles, California -- City of Angels." Murdock replied cheerfully. "That's been home for the past ten years or so. Came from Texas before that, by way of Vietnam." He shrugged easily. "'Course, I'm on the move a lot. Can't stand to be fenced, walled, or otherwise hemmed in. Bad for a man's mental health to be too tied down."

With an expansive gesture of one hand, he took in the Caravan, Grandore, and the Lookout's view of the country beyond. "Fact is, if it wasn't for the whole yanked-away-from-my-friends, dropped-in-a-flightless-universe thing, this setup would be just about perfect by me."

Murdock cocked an eyebrow at Donatello. "What about you -- y'said New York City, didn't ya?"

Sorry!

[donatechno]

( OOC: OK, so I am really sorry, but I've dropped Donatello. :C I thought I was going to be able to get more active at hometrail after the activity check that I failed at, but I've got driving classes and I'm starting a new job and all this other stuff, and I know I don't have enough time to actually put in enough at this game, and I'd rather drop than only get partially into the role play.

Murdock was really the only character he interacted with, and I'm sorry it couldn't go any further. I really liked how they had interacted, but I didn't want to get too far into this project of theirs when I knew that dropping would probably be inevitable, due to my schedule.

Once again, sorry for the inconvenience, and I hope he gets a chance to build that plane. xD)

Re: Sorry!

[imcondiments]

No worries, bb!~ Life happens, and it sounds like you've got a ton on your plate! Thank you for the fantastic threads, and GL with everything.

And don't worry, Murdock will build an aircraft or perish in the attempt. ;D