[OOM: In dreams.]
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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: 2007-03-22 02:30 am (UTC)"Hmm? What's that?" Her voice is light and playful with just a smidgen of disappointment around the edges when he stops. Gently tugging at their interlocked arms, she attempts to pull him free of both his stationary position and his thoughts.
"It sounded like an animal, like a growl. Comin' from over there in the shadows.
"Well I didn't hear anything. Did you Angua?"
The dog by his side strains on the leash, giving voice to the whine the woman won't set free.
"Don't worry, we'll protect you."
Raph turns away from the snarling unknown. He doesn't need the light of the full moon over head to know his woman is smiling one of her you're being pretty again smiles, by this point he can just tell. Their dog play bows, tongue lolling out of the side of her mouth. Looking at them both the anxiety begins to melt and the fear that gave him pause abates.
That growl in the darkness? Long forgotten.
"Oh you will, will you?"
"Don't we always?"
"Sometimes I get the feeling that you two constantly have me out gunned and out flanked."
"Now where would you get such a crazy idea as that?"
He grins.
"No friggin' clue."
The walk continues. The New York skyline glows in the gold of a summer sunset.