More TMNT Sues? GASPETH
Story Or Series Title: Love Conquers All
Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Culprit Author's Name: blackshuriken
Full Name (plus titles if any): Jeanetta Patterson
Full Species(es): Homo Sueus Clumsyetta
Hair Color (include adjectives): "plain brown black hair that rarely stayed in any style"
Eye Color (include adjectives): "the right being bright amber and the left bright green."
Unusual Markings/Colorations: Other than her eyes? Nothing yet, but there have only been two chapters!
Special Possessions (if any): There are hints that Jeanetta herself is a speshul little snowflake, so we shall find out. Regardless of whether we want to.
Annoying Origin: Daughter of a famous NY Model, who is now a director of one of NY's best modelling agencies. Doesn't know who her father is.
Annoying Connections To Canon Characters: She literally "stumbles" into April O'neill's antiques store and becomes fast friends with her. April tells her about four mysterious friends she has who taught her self defence, and their names. WOW APRIL U SHUR ARE GUD AT KEEPING SEKRITS.
Annoying Special Abilities: Clumsy. Conveniently clumsy like Bella Swan. SERIOUSLY.
Other Annoying Traits: Oh she's a tough cookie, even though her cruel, cruel mother beats her every chance she gets. IE, when the girl gets sarcastic, finishes her sentences, trips, breathes, looks out a window, sneezes, does something clumsy, talks, sleeps, eats, is clumsy or when she exists. She got into a lot of fights (and was clumsy!) at boarding school, so now she's homeschooled. Her mother doesn't like her going outside, so she does it every chance she gets.
Oh yeah, and her speshul, speshul eyes are allergic to contact lenses. NO HIDING THOSE SPESHUL EYES YOU SUE.
She stopped rocking and limped over to her bathroom. Turing the light on she looked in the mirror to see the damage her mother inflicted this time. She grimaced as she poked at the black and blue puffy check. It looked like she had all her teeth pulled in the same day. She shook her head. For a woman that didn’t like to lift heavy objects her mother sure could hit.
She raised her eyes to the mirror and stared back into her own eyes. With her long, wavy blue black tresses and her light creamy flesh with a splash of freckles across her petite, but finely sculpted face, which brought out the deep sensuous green eyes that could only be Jeanetta Patterson.
Though, that is what she wished she looked like.
Instead, she had plain brown black hair that rarely stayed in any style. She had no freckles across her skin which held a tint of the brown that her unknown father had passed on to her and her eyes consisted of the right being bright amber and the left bright green.
Ever since she was a child, Jeanetta was mercilessly at the hands of her mother and her mother‘s cruel friends. She was brushed aside because of her eyes. Because of her clumsiness. Her mother had been the envy of the catwalk in her younger days and again many more years after Jeanetta’s birth. But now age and childbirth had caught up to her and she was on the sidelines watching her ‘girls‘. She was still a high rate agent that put her in the spot light, but nothing could beat the way she would saunter down the aisle in some of the world’s most beautiful clothes. When Jeanetta was born she was shocked because of her eyes, but that was brushed to the side. Monica could get her contacts when she was of age. And the fun one could have by putting her own living doll through the endless beauty pageants. But at age six it was shattered. Jeanetta was allergic to every brand of contacts they fitted her with. And what made it worse was Jeanetta was clumsy. Too clumsy. She was always falling and tripping.
Her mother had slipped into a depression and sent Jeanetta away to boarding schools. But they sent her right back when she kept falling over everything and getting into fights. Finally her mother got her a private teacher and made her stay home a lot. True, she never wanted for the material things. But they did her no use. What she wanted was freedom. Mental freedom and the freedom to move around without falling or tripping over everything. But, she worked with what she had. She had made a little area up on the roof where her mother dared not go, she would sneak out and wander through the streets.
“April? Phone.” she sang.
“Who is it? I’m kind of busy at the moment.” the exasperated voice of April replied.
“Sorry friend, she’s still rather busy. Can I ask who’s calling?” Jean asked sweetly into the phone.
The voice growled and mumbled something then spoke up, “Tell her it’s Raph. Tell her it’s important.” the voice trailed off again mumbling something in the background.
“Raph? Oh, one of April’s friends.” She pulled away from the phone and called back out to April. She didn’t however hear the cursing that came from the other side. “April? Sorry, but they say it’s important. It’s Raph.”
That got her attention. April excused herself and hurried over to the phone. “Can you finish helping the woman?“ Jean nodded. April took the phone from Jean. “Raph? What’s wrong?...We’ll talk about that later.” Jean didn’t hear anymore as she moved to help the woman. She did keep thinking about the rough voice. If that was one of April’s mystery friends that did the Martial Arts, then he at least was a Mr. Grump.
April shooed Jean in and closed the door. She turned to Jean. “What happened?!”
“Calm down April! Jeez, I think you’re more upset then I am. As soon as I got back I found that the door was opened and everything was trashed.” She walked over to the couch and sat down thinking. “You know the funniest thing is that even though the place was destroyed, nothing was missing.”
Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Culprit Author's Name: blackshuriken
Full Name (plus titles if any): Jeanetta Patterson
Full Species(es): Homo Sueus Clumsyetta
Hair Color (include adjectives): "plain brown black hair that rarely stayed in any style"
Eye Color (include adjectives): "the right being bright amber and the left bright green."
Unusual Markings/Colorations: Other than her eyes? Nothing yet, but there have only been two chapters!
Special Possessions (if any): There are hints that Jeanetta herself is a speshul little snowflake, so we shall find out. Regardless of whether we want to.
Annoying Origin: Daughter of a famous NY Model, who is now a director of one of NY's best modelling agencies. Doesn't know who her father is.
Annoying Connections To Canon Characters: She literally "stumbles" into April O'neill's antiques store and becomes fast friends with her. April tells her about four mysterious friends she has who taught her self defence, and their names. WOW APRIL U SHUR ARE GUD AT KEEPING SEKRITS.
Annoying Special Abilities: Clumsy. Conveniently clumsy like Bella Swan. SERIOUSLY.
Other Annoying Traits: Oh she's a tough cookie, even though her cruel, cruel mother beats her every chance she gets. IE, when the girl gets sarcastic, finishes her sentences, trips, breathes, looks out a window, sneezes, does something clumsy, talks, sleeps, eats, is clumsy or when she exists. She got into a lot of fights (and was clumsy!) at boarding school, so now she's homeschooled. Her mother doesn't like her going outside, so she does it every chance she gets.
Oh yeah, and her speshul, speshul eyes are allergic to contact lenses. NO HIDING THOSE SPESHUL EYES YOU SUE.
She stopped rocking and limped over to her bathroom. Turing the light on she looked in the mirror to see the damage her mother inflicted this time. She grimaced as she poked at the black and blue puffy check. It looked like she had all her teeth pulled in the same day. She shook her head. For a woman that didn’t like to lift heavy objects her mother sure could hit.
She raised her eyes to the mirror and stared back into her own eyes. With her long, wavy blue black tresses and her light creamy flesh with a splash of freckles across her petite, but finely sculpted face, which brought out the deep sensuous green eyes that could only be Jeanetta Patterson.
Though, that is what she wished she looked like.
Instead, she had plain brown black hair that rarely stayed in any style. She had no freckles across her skin which held a tint of the brown that her unknown father had passed on to her and her eyes consisted of the right being bright amber and the left bright green.
Ever since she was a child, Jeanetta was mercilessly at the hands of her mother and her mother‘s cruel friends. She was brushed aside because of her eyes. Because of her clumsiness. Her mother had been the envy of the catwalk in her younger days and again many more years after Jeanetta’s birth. But now age and childbirth had caught up to her and she was on the sidelines watching her ‘girls‘. She was still a high rate agent that put her in the spot light, but nothing could beat the way she would saunter down the aisle in some of the world’s most beautiful clothes. When Jeanetta was born she was shocked because of her eyes, but that was brushed to the side. Monica could get her contacts when she was of age. And the fun one could have by putting her own living doll through the endless beauty pageants. But at age six it was shattered. Jeanetta was allergic to every brand of contacts they fitted her with. And what made it worse was Jeanetta was clumsy. Too clumsy. She was always falling and tripping.
Her mother had slipped into a depression and sent Jeanetta away to boarding schools. But they sent her right back when she kept falling over everything and getting into fights. Finally her mother got her a private teacher and made her stay home a lot. True, she never wanted for the material things. But they did her no use. What she wanted was freedom. Mental freedom and the freedom to move around without falling or tripping over everything. But, she worked with what she had. She had made a little area up on the roof where her mother dared not go, she would sneak out and wander through the streets.
“April? Phone.” she sang.
“Who is it? I’m kind of busy at the moment.” the exasperated voice of April replied.
“Sorry friend, she’s still rather busy. Can I ask who’s calling?” Jean asked sweetly into the phone.
The voice growled and mumbled something then spoke up, “Tell her it’s Raph. Tell her it’s important.” the voice trailed off again mumbling something in the background.
“Raph? Oh, one of April’s friends.” She pulled away from the phone and called back out to April. She didn’t however hear the cursing that came from the other side. “April? Sorry, but they say it’s important. It’s Raph.”
That got her attention. April excused herself and hurried over to the phone. “Can you finish helping the woman?“ Jean nodded. April took the phone from Jean. “Raph? What’s wrong?...We’ll talk about that later.” Jean didn’t hear anymore as she moved to help the woman. She did keep thinking about the rough voice. If that was one of April’s mystery friends that did the Martial Arts, then he at least was a Mr. Grump.
April shooed Jean in and closed the door. She turned to Jean. “What happened?!”
“Calm down April! Jeez, I think you’re more upset then I am. As soon as I got back I found that the door was opened and everything was trashed.” She walked over to the couch and sat down thinking. “You know the funniest thing is that even though the place was destroyed, nothing was missing.”