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Who: thesevencodes, i_speak_softly, gaijin_ninja, nexuschamp
What: Family Meeting
When: Saturday, early in the morning
Where: C6, in the guys' apartment room.
Summary: Meetings, wars, and missing memories - maybe this place isn't that different from New York after all.
Rating: Probably gonna push PG-13. And it's all Raph's fault.
The soft clicking of gears grind his ears, and Leonardo relaxes the ticking of his mind. Something tells him, 6:07 A.M. His teeth are set on edge as he pulls a limp strip of blue cloth from the bedpost and ties it around his eyes. He thinks he's probably tired. It doesn't really matter.
He sits in silence, measuring Donatello's breathing on the far side of the room. His shoulder stiffens, and he lifts a hand to grab it. Phantom pain, he thinks. Believes. It doesn't really hurt anymore. It's just a scar.
It fades away with an aching throb, and Leonardo shifts to a standing position. He doesn't know if Don is awake, but knows that words will stir him: "Meet in the living room."
The cold melts from his bones as he works his way to his brothers' doors, knocking lightly on each. He has a feeling that they probably didn't sleep as deeply as they usually do. When he's done, he sits on the couch. And waits.
[ooc; wierjojfg this is obviously my fail week.]
What: Family Meeting
When: Saturday, early in the morning
Where: C6, in the guys' apartment room.
Summary: Meetings, wars, and missing memories - maybe this place isn't that different from New York after all.
Rating: Probably gonna push PG-13. And it's all Raph's fault.
The soft clicking of gears grind his ears, and Leonardo relaxes the ticking of his mind. Something tells him, 6:07 A.M. His teeth are set on edge as he pulls a limp strip of blue cloth from the bedpost and ties it around his eyes. He thinks he's probably tired. It doesn't really matter.
He sits in silence, measuring Donatello's breathing on the far side of the room. His shoulder stiffens, and he lifts a hand to grab it. Phantom pain, he thinks. Believes. It doesn't really hurt anymore. It's just a scar.
It fades away with an aching throb, and Leonardo shifts to a standing position. He doesn't know if Don is awake, but knows that words will stir him: "Meet in the living room."
The cold melts from his bones as he works his way to his brothers' doors, knocking lightly on each. He has a feeling that they probably didn't sleep as deeply as they usually do. When he's done, he sits on the couch. And waits.
[ooc; wierjojfg this is obviously my fail week.]