Prank Post.
Jan. 26th, 2005 03:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mnt_raph*Raph whistles as he clomps back to his room from parts unknown. Considering his bound, he didn't go far. Maybe, just maybe he was gathering supplies for his next prank. YES, that's it. That's exactly what he was doing. You should...like, be afraid and some junk. Or something.
Anyhow, back to the whistling and the clomping. He's starting to get a little too used to the rule against Ninja'ing. It's making him slow, and far too trusting. The simple fact that he has yet to put anything on his door to tell him if someone's been in between his visits is proof enough. Of course, it could also be that he's heard Bernard had a rough weekend. Some redhead knock out was looking for him.
Poor guy. Raph's heart bleeds for him.
He stops just short of turning the knob. Wow...he has been human a bit too long hasn't he?
Shaking both of those thoughts away he opens the door and steps inside.
That's when he hears it It's a very distinct snap. It sounds like a series of wire tripped cherry bombs. He jumps, not like, an anime leap or anything, but because he's startled. When he lands he hears the noise again. He tries to keep his feet moving, unsure where the sound is coming from or what's actually going on. The action is very reminiscent of the bubble wrap scene from Ace Ventura Pet Detective.
Finally fed up he dives to another part of the room. That's when the snapping begins. It's not just bangs and pops now, it's little burning things on his arms, and his neck. You see, when he dove he kicked up the crystals and they went flying. *
GAH! What the FUCK!
*Little shooting pains be damned, he hand plants and gets as far away from the floor as he can. In this case, he retreats to the sancutary of his bed.
He wonders, why it is that superficial things hurt so much more than actual wounds. He was sure that he'd broken skin on his hands and arms, but there aren't only minor welts and an occasional bruise.
Flattening himself down on his bed, he inspects the floor, it takes him a few mintues to see the crystals.*
Tricky bastard.
*Raph sighs, knowing that now he'll have to clean his room from top to bottom to avoid future inadvertant nastiness.
He flops over onto his back, arm draped over his face when he realizes that until he cleans, he's trapped on his bed.*
fucker.
Anyhow, back to the whistling and the clomping. He's starting to get a little too used to the rule against Ninja'ing. It's making him slow, and far too trusting. The simple fact that he has yet to put anything on his door to tell him if someone's been in between his visits is proof enough. Of course, it could also be that he's heard Bernard had a rough weekend. Some redhead knock out was looking for him.
Poor guy. Raph's heart bleeds for him.
He stops just short of turning the knob. Wow...he has been human a bit too long hasn't he?
Shaking both of those thoughts away he opens the door and steps inside.
That's when he hears it It's a very distinct snap. It sounds like a series of wire tripped cherry bombs. He jumps, not like, an anime leap or anything, but because he's startled. When he lands he hears the noise again. He tries to keep his feet moving, unsure where the sound is coming from or what's actually going on. The action is very reminiscent of the bubble wrap scene from Ace Ventura Pet Detective.
Finally fed up he dives to another part of the room. That's when the snapping begins. It's not just bangs and pops now, it's little burning things on his arms, and his neck. You see, when he dove he kicked up the crystals and they went flying. *
GAH! What the FUCK!
*Little shooting pains be damned, he hand plants and gets as far away from the floor as he can. In this case, he retreats to the sancutary of his bed.
He wonders, why it is that superficial things hurt so much more than actual wounds. He was sure that he'd broken skin on his hands and arms, but there aren't only minor welts and an occasional bruise.
Flattening himself down on his bed, he inspects the floor, it takes him a few mintues to see the crystals.*
Tricky bastard.
*Raph sighs, knowing that now he'll have to clean his room from top to bottom to avoid future inadvertant nastiness.
He flops over onto his back, arm draped over his face when he realizes that until he cleans, he's trapped on his bed.*
fucker.
