But He's The Cute One

Jul 23, 2010 20:16

Characters: thepartydude, allmyturtles, betterthanraph, betterthanleo, tic_tech_turtle, heavyweaponsbot ... whoever else plotted with Mikey-mun XD
Location: The Gym, deck 3
Date: Friday 23rd after this
Rating: PG-16 to R for horrible injuries

Michelangelo.

The moment he saw the footage, Splinter knew he had to be there now. He took pride in letting the boys solve their own problems, for the most part - but they were still ( Read more... )

leonardo, raphael, donatello, michelangelo, splinter, ironhide

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thepartydude July 24 2010, 03:53:43 UTC
It hurts.

But not as much as Michelangelo thinks it should, surprisingly. It's almost as if his brain has just shut down, or the burns were too deep. Hell if he knows, he's not Don. He can't even lift his head to see his own injuries.

All he knows is that he can't move. It's difficult to breathe; the air is thick with bitter smoke tainted with the acrid taste of plastic and burned flesh, and his throat and chest hurt. Something bites sharply against his skin every time he tries to breathe, so he takes small, shallow breaths. Is his plastron cracked?

He can't move. He tried, but his limbs won't listen to his mind's orders, they refuse to obey.

Is he gone? The other guy? Did he leave, or is he planning another move? Mike hasn't heard a sound from him in forever. Or is it a minute? His mind keeps wandering, it's difficult to stay focused and he just wants to sleep. Something instinctive knows that is a bad thing, and a small part of him wonders if he'll die here. Alone ( ... )

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betterthanleo July 27 2010, 23:50:59 UTC
Raph made no indication he wanted to stand. He jut kept his head bowed, his face out of sight from the others. Even if Mikey was covered, he knew he was still there. What was the fucking tarp supposed to do. It didn't change anything at all. None of them saved him. Raphael couldn't save him.

He had gone quiet by now, only sniffling and swallowing dryly. And although he wasn't speaking, standing or looking at anyone, the emotion growing in him now would be more than given to his family, the people who knew him best.

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heavyweaponsbot July 28 2010, 02:10:14 UTC
"I will stay," he announced, his already low voice rough.

He didn't have to speak, or do anything but loom here beside the other two. It was all he could do. Let them leave him with it until they took the body. And besides, he wouldn't have dislodged Donatello's hand even if he'd wanted to. Someone, at least, needed his help.

"Long as you will have me."

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