New York

[mnt_raph]

*Behind them is Milliways with all its hustle and bustle. In front of them, what could be any of a million nameless alley ways in the greater New York area. The air is not so much stale, as stagnant, which is a good thing considering that dumpsters and trashcans litter the street.

Raph sighs, for what has to be the umpteenth time today alone.*

After you.

*After a second or two of silence, he adds*

I'm gonna need some stuff from...well...up topside. Gimme a sec, okay?

*And with that he's gone*

Comments

[mnt_raph]

*Raph fights back a snicker*
Yeah.
*he looks around, while a hand absentmindedly feels for the silver ankh*
Yeah, I think I am. Let's blow this popstand.

*as he exits through the living room, he grabs the house copy of Return of the Jedi and The Empire Strikes Back. Then he opens what would be the front door, and gestures towards Tim.*

After you.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tims moving faster in this outfit, a bit more coordinationthen usual. His left hand is clenched tight still, and he's carefulyl keeping it away from anything. He moves out in front of raph, then pauses, gesturing a head of him.*

You know the way.

[mnt_raph]

*Raph gives the Lair one last look, and then shuts the door behind him. And they're off*

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*and baring any other issues, Tim and raph escape relatively unscathed?*

[mnt_mike]

*There's a yawn and a stretch. Feels like he's been asleep for, like, half a year or something. Or he was hit by a small truck. It's hard to tell the difference sometimes. Scratching his shell he makes his way into the living room, just as the front door closes.*

Raph?

*not getting an answer he makes his way to the kitchen, and opens the freezer door*

HEY! Who ate all my drumsticks?

[ginsu_master]

Leo sits slowly. He scratches his head then looks at his palm.

"...why do I feel like I should yell at Raph...?"

[mnt_mike]

*Mike leans his head in, mad grin on his face*
Dunno Leo, maybe because you're breathing?