Johnny had been feeling weird after all of these odd dreams lately. They were annoying him, and really didn't make sense at all! He didn't get why he always dreamed of fire, or Roxanne, or both...
Or why it seemed that he had woken up with his room scorched an on fire! He didn't get any of this place! It was driving him mad!
As he walked down a hall, he pounded a fist against it with frustration, and continued to the kitchen.
Raph froze with his hand half way inside the pizza box when the guy suddenly walked into the kitchen. He stared out from underneath his Fedora hat and blinked once. He didn't really want to bring attention to himself, but it wasn't as if he wasn't in the middle of the room anyway.
To hell with... grabbing a slice of pizza, Raph unceremoniously stuffed a bite into his mouth and then spoke around chewing, "Yo!"
Johnny was in his own thoughts, and the loud, sudden "YO!" shook him out, and he practically jumped out of his skin as he looked at the...odd-colored guy with a wary look.
For some odd reason, this didn't register as weird. He'd dreamed of being a turtle once, but he didn't remember why, and that freaked him out, but that was okay, because he did remember dreaming it.
He'd been a ninja too.
Hey, that'd make millions! Ninja Turtles!
Too bad he was stuck here.
"Hey," he said, waving slightly as he continued in a beeline for his jellybeans. They had them in excess here. Orange, yellow, and Red Jellybeans. Yum..
Raph watched the strange guy with an amused gaze. He continued to munch on his pilfered pizza, small smacking noises coming from him as he ate with his mouth open. He finished one slice and started on another.
"Hey," the turtle finally spoke up again. "You live here?"
"Stunt-biker, eh?" Raph commented, peering curiously at the man in front of him. He looked said man up and down once. Kinda wiry; wondered if he'd ever gotten into an actual wreck, but then doubted it thinking he'd likely die first time around. This was either a compliment to his skills, or an insult to his chosen stunts.
"It is a nice ride, very wonderful. I'd say you should look and see. But, if you live here, shouldn't you know where your stuff is?" He paused. "What kinda stunts?" He couldn't resist.
Aaah, stunts! "Well, I went over a football field of helicopters," he mentioned lightly, grabbing a fistful of his jellybeans and moving to pop them in his mouth.
Too bad this guy hadn't seen too many of his infamous wrecks. "I'll tell ya, one time, I went over a football field worth of cars, on fire, and I smashed my face in..." he whistled, "you shoulda seen the look on my manager's face," he laughed softly.
Raph whistled again, clearly impressed. Then he stared at the guy somewhat incredulously. "Wait, you've been in wrecks doing your stunts? Heck, and here I thought you'd be the type of person who'd be a goner the first time something major popped up. No offense, but you don't look too tough."
Raph paused, thought about his words for a moment. He could have sworn he had tried to say the word "hell" instead of "heck," but that's not what came out. Maybe he had caught himself and just thought to be polite. Screw that! When was Raph ever nice?
He frowned, thoroughly peeved at his train of thought. The frown slipped away quickly though, so fast it probably wasn't noticed. He put on another grin and decided to forget about it.
Johnny laughed, and shook his head. "Well, I'm alot tougher than I look," he admitted, deciding not to add in the factor that he had made a deal with the fuckin' devil, because he didn't like to think about that.
Actually, he hated to think about that, and it pissed him off that he felt like there was a detail missing. "I mean, I always feel like someone's...watchin' over me, y'know?" he questioned simply, the accent riding heavy now.
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Or why it seemed that he had woken up with his room scorched an on fire! He didn't get any of this place! It was driving him mad!
As he walked down a hall, he pounded a fist against it with frustration, and continued to the kitchen.
He needed lots, and lots of jellybeans tonight!
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To hell with... grabbing a slice of pizza, Raph unceremoniously stuffed a bite into his mouth and then spoke around chewing, "Yo!"
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For some odd reason, this didn't register as weird. He'd dreamed of being a turtle once, but he didn't remember why, and that freaked him out, but that was okay, because he did remember dreaming it.
He'd been a ninja too.
Hey, that'd make millions! Ninja Turtles!
Too bad he was stuck here.
"Hey," he said, waving slightly as he continued in a beeline for his jellybeans. They had them in excess here. Orange, yellow, and Red Jellybeans. Yum..
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"Hey," the turtle finally spoke up again. "You live here?"
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"It is a nice ride, very wonderful. I'd say you should look and see. But, if you live here, shouldn't you know where your stuff is?" He paused. "What kinda stunts?" He couldn't resist.
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Too bad this guy hadn't seen too many of his infamous wrecks. "I'll tell ya, one time, I went over a football field worth of cars, on fire, and I smashed my face in..." he whistled, "you shoulda seen the look on my manager's face," he laughed softly.
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Raph paused, thought about his words for a moment. He could have sworn he had tried to say the word "hell" instead of "heck," but that's not what came out. Maybe he had caught himself and just thought to be polite. Screw that! When was Raph ever nice?
He frowned, thoroughly peeved at his train of thought. The frown slipped away quickly though, so fast it probably wasn't noticed. He put on another grin and decided to forget about it.
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Actually, he hated to think about that, and it pissed him off that he felt like there was a detail missing. "I mean, I always feel like someone's...watchin' over me, y'know?" he questioned simply, the accent riding heavy now.
[ooc; btw, do you play gears over Xbox Live? :O]
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