[OOM: In dreams.]
Dec. 3rd, 2006 11:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mnt_raphINT. TENT THAT DREAMS OF BEING A STUDIO APARTMENT
The scene opens on the interior of Raph's tent as it exists at present, the scene is a desolate one. The camera pans through the space, starting with the front door flap and moving counter-clockwise through the space. As it travels through the living room/sitting area there is a brief pause to take in the one shred of magic still left on the roof: the Raph-shaped clean spot that claims the left-most cushion of the couch. The tour continues over the breakfast bar and through the galley kitchen, before coming to a halt on the remnants of what was once a bed.
Suddenly the alarm clock on the bedside table sputters to life, and the moonlight which bathes the room is augmented by the blue blinking display. The camera pivots to take in the face of the clock which blinks the time: 1:22 am. When it pans back to the bed proper, the bed is not only whole but currently occupied as well. A shirtless Human RAPHAEL lays on his back, his eyes closed.
The scene opens on the interior of Raph's tent as it exists at present, the scene is a desolate one. The camera pans through the space, starting with the front door flap and moving counter-clockwise through the space. As it travels through the living room/sitting area there is a brief pause to take in the one shred of magic still left on the roof: the Raph-shaped clean spot that claims the left-most cushion of the couch. The tour continues over the breakfast bar and through the galley kitchen, before coming to a halt on the remnants of what was once a bed.
Suddenly the alarm clock on the bedside table sputters to life, and the moonlight which bathes the room is augmented by the blue blinking display. The camera pivots to take in the face of the clock which blinks the time: 1:22 am. When it pans back to the bed proper, the bed is not only whole but currently occupied as well. A shirtless Human RAPHAEL lays on his back, his eyes closed.
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Date: 2006-12-04 08:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-04 08:29 pm (UTC)This strikes Raph as particularly funny, so he has to call as much attention to it as possible.
"YO! Bartender! Can we get the award winnin' monkey over here a medal?"
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Date: 2006-12-04 08:35 pm (UTC)"Ow."
Then he unwraps it and takes a bite. "Want some? 'S dark chocolate. The good stuff."
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Date: 2006-12-04 08:39 pm (UTC)His skin turns green in direct sunlight, changing back to pale pink once the harsh rays retract.
"That ain't too bad right there. Tastes like....jerky."
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Date: 2006-12-04 08:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-04 08:57 pm (UTC)"Blargh...what are you some kinda racist or somethin'? Mind your own damn business."
He attempts to pull himself further into the closest shadow. It's not easy to hide from the light.
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Date: 2006-12-04 08:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-04 10:36 pm (UTC)The shadow isn't enough, they can still see him. Everyone can still see him. Almost frantic, Raph reaches for the zip-front sweatshirt that hangs on the back of his chair.
He brings up the hood just in time to conceal the changing color of his skin tone. Green fingers, not pale pink, zip the jacket closed.
Something, somewhere, begins to growl.
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Date: 2006-12-04 10:43 pm (UTC)He's never been to Lahaina. It's nowhere he's been before. Unfamiliar territory.
Something's.
Wrong. Just.
The growling is louder.
"Raph," Bernard rasps, suddenly terrified to an unreasonable degree. "We need you to come home now. Please listen."
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Date: 2006-12-04 10:45 pm (UTC)It prepares to spring....
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Date: 2006-12-04 10:52 pm (UTC)He's prey.
He's been prey before.
And he doesn't have the cover of darkness to conceal him.
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Date: 2007-03-22 02:37 am (UTC)He doesn't.
The shadow leaps and swallows the Outlaw whole.