[Postdated 12-29-04]
Dec. 31st, 2004 07:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mnt_raphRaph, fresh from shopping, makes his way through the bar and out to the Lake. It's a testament to how secure he believes his roof to be that he doesn't erase his steps from the snow. Reaching into one of the many pockets of his cargo's he retrieves his climbing claws, and scales the wall.
Hmm. That's odd, it looks almost like the lights have been left on in the tent. He doesn't remember doing that. His gait hasn't changed, but now he's making no noise as he approaches the tent. The front door isn't zipped all the way either. Packages left outside by the door, he moves silently into the tent, weapons drawn.
Everything seems to be in it's place. No sign of forced entry, though...when your front door is a zipper, what's there to force really?
It's quiet....too quiet.
It's fine. The apartment is fine. There's no one going to jump out at him. What's there to worry about? His guard begins to drop.
Then it happens. Raph doesn't know what it is, only that it's loud and close. Instinctually he leaps, rolls, landing on his feet, with this back to the wall. At first he thinks the time bomb has detonated, but he can see it happily counting down just were he's left it, on a shelf over next to his linen closet.
There it is again, loud and close. Raph scans the room looking for the source of the noise, and that's when his eyes fall on a sizable lump on his bed. A lump that rises and falls. Half way to the bed, the sound returns, right as the lump is at it's highest point. Someone's sleeping in his bed, and snoring like a Harley.
He carefully pulls the blankets back to find Michaelangelo curled into a ball, and smelling like Jamaica. Raph sighs, and tries to shake him.*
YO, Mikey. Wake up, man. Get outta my bed!
*Nothing. He knew it would be a lost cause. Nothing short of the world ending would get Mike out of bed once he was comfortable, and even then he'd look for the snooze before moving.
Raph heads out front to get his gifts. On his way back inside he turns the thermostat up to 90. The heat will help Mike burn through what ever's in his system faster. He snags the ninja blanket off his bed, and lays it on the floor.*
It's gonna be a long night.
*He strips down to his boxers, and sits himself down on the blanket. The urge to read his new comic is overwhelming, but he fights it opting for as much sleep as is possible for a mammal to get in 90 degreet heat.*
Hmm. That's odd, it looks almost like the lights have been left on in the tent. He doesn't remember doing that. His gait hasn't changed, but now he's making no noise as he approaches the tent. The front door isn't zipped all the way either. Packages left outside by the door, he moves silently into the tent, weapons drawn.
Everything seems to be in it's place. No sign of forced entry, though...when your front door is a zipper, what's there to force really?
It's quiet....too quiet.
It's fine. The apartment is fine. There's no one going to jump out at him. What's there to worry about? His guard begins to drop.
Then it happens. Raph doesn't know what it is, only that it's loud and close. Instinctually he leaps, rolls, landing on his feet, with this back to the wall. At first he thinks the time bomb has detonated, but he can see it happily counting down just were he's left it, on a shelf over next to his linen closet.
There it is again, loud and close. Raph scans the room looking for the source of the noise, and that's when his eyes fall on a sizable lump on his bed. A lump that rises and falls. Half way to the bed, the sound returns, right as the lump is at it's highest point. Someone's sleeping in his bed, and snoring like a Harley.
He carefully pulls the blankets back to find Michaelangelo curled into a ball, and smelling like Jamaica. Raph sighs, and tries to shake him.*
YO, Mikey. Wake up, man. Get outta my bed!
*Nothing. He knew it would be a lost cause. Nothing short of the world ending would get Mike out of bed once he was comfortable, and even then he'd look for the snooze before moving.
Raph heads out front to get his gifts. On his way back inside he turns the thermostat up to 90. The heat will help Mike burn through what ever's in his system faster. He snags the ninja blanket off his bed, and lays it on the floor.*
It's gonna be a long night.
*He strips down to his boxers, and sits himself down on the blanket. The urge to read his new comic is overwhelming, but he fights it opting for as much sleep as is possible for a mammal to get in 90 degreet heat.*
