[Voice || Filtered from Jay (67% unhackable)]
[Sleep has taken away Leonardo's sense of time. When he wakes to the sound of a storm clawing at the walls, he is content to drift.]
[Then the ache begins. Like someone is reaching into his shoulder and tying a knot from the inside. Not the right kind of pain, and the realization forces him into full awareness. He quietly sits up, a hand brushing across his shoulder as he casts a glance to Donatello's empty bed. Seconds pass before he reaches for his journal. His voice sounds sleep-heavy and slightly disgruntled at first, but evens out as he continues.]
How many days has it been raining? April is going to be even worse...
[ooc; Placeholder while I do some computery-updating stuff. Done!]
[Then the ache begins. Like someone is reaching into his shoulder and tying a knot from the inside. Not the right kind of pain, and the realization forces him into full awareness. He quietly sits up, a hand brushing across his shoulder as he casts a glance to Donatello's empty bed. Seconds pass before he reaches for his journal. His voice sounds sleep-heavy and slightly disgruntled at first, but evens out as he continues.]
How many days has it been raining? April is going to be even worse...
[ooc; Placeholder while I do some computery-updating stuff. Done!]