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[the_dancing_dork]

Who| Leonardo and anyone else
What| Dealing with the first day
Where| Training Center, District 9 suite
When| 10/2 in the first part, anytime in the other part
Warnings/Notes| None

[A] [District 9 Suite]

This was wrong. Very, very wrong. One minute Leonardo had been cut down by the Shredder and completely blacked out, the next he wakes up in some weird place and thrust into some weird area. Well maybe not weird, it looked suitable enough. But the terrapin really didn't care at the moment, the only thing on his mind was what the shell was going on and how did he get out of it?

He only stepped in a little bit before he felt his knees shake and he had to grasp them. He was still shaky and in pain in various areas. His throat was the worst, he wasn't sure if he could even fully talk yet. He took in a breath, which caused a harsh cough to go through him, as he straightened back up.

He couldn't afford to let his injuries plague him right now. He needed to know what was happening. Find anyone who can help him understand why exactly he was here and what he was going to be thrown into. Because whatever it was, it wasn't good.

And he didn't like it one bit, he was pretty sure of that.

[B] [Training Center]

He was right, He did not like it. At all. This was... bad. Especially with how he was now. How was he going to survive this? Get back to his family like this when he could hardly throw a punch without feeling pain somewhere?

Eventually Leo tired of being in the suite and decided to go check the rest of the place. As he observed, things definitely seemed off. He didn't like how there were so many... Peacekeepers, was it? He definitely felt like he was being kept prisoner. Being forced to fight in some games... it was disgusting. He'd really like to just fight back against these guys and make a break for it now...

Just as he nearly collapsed and had to catch himself on a wall, Yeah, that would work out so well right now.

He groaned as he leaned fully against the wall, now feeling the strain from pushing himself too much. He cursed his horrible luck. As if worrying that the Kraang were invading his home and about his family's safety was bad enough, now he had to worry about being a captive by someone else entirely and fight various people just for these idiots sick amusement. Just...

"Can anything ever go right. Ever?"

Well... he didn't cough this time, though it still sounded raspy. But he meant what he mumbled to himself. His luck stinks. So he just crossed his arms and stood there for a while, trying to think of what the best course of action was to now take.

Comments

A

[earthborn]

If Shepard had one really reliable friend in this, aside from her crew, it was Donatello Hamato, lately of district nine. You didn't often see a guy go from fragile to strong like that, and...

Alright, he was a good kid, and he had a lot going for him, if only he could sort himself out. She could admit it, at least to herself. Besides, what had happened in the arena had been intense. More than usual; not combat and blood, that was always true. This time, it had had significance.

Now another thing is true of Turtles: they have shells. And whether it's the species or the familial relationship, Donatello and Leonardo are fairly indistinguishable, at least from behind.

So, when Shepard slid through the door of the D9 suite and saw a turtleshell, she didn't hesitate to walk right up and thump Leo right on the back, "Hey welcome back, Don. So much for Victory, huh?"

[the_dancing_dork]

He hadn't really payed attention to someone coming in... but he did react when he heard that name.

"Don?"

He turned around, coming face to face with Shepard. There was a pretty good mix of shock and concern on hos face right now. He had no idea who Shepard was, but that wasn't his concern right now.

"...you know my brother?"

[earthborn]

As soon as Leo turned, it became obvious that this was not Donatello. Shit.

"Uh...Shit," He'd mentioned brothers, but she fumbled for the memory, "Yeah. I'm Commander Shepard, with the Alliance Navy. You haven't seen him? He was assigned to this floor."

She pointed at the door that had been Don's. Probably belonged to this guy, now.

[the_dancing_dork]

"No, I just got pretty much shoved here a few minutes ago. I haven't seen anyone really."

But... how the shell could Donnie have been here? Did he get here some time before him? Did that mean that Raph and Mikey were stuck in this too? Oh shell that was the last thing that he needed.

He looked at the door. Something didn't feel right. He put a hand to his throat to rub at it a little, to get his voice to cooperate so that eh could get answers.

"How... how long has he been in this place?"

[earthborn]

"I think he holds the record."

The response was immediate, blunt and unsoftened. Donatello had been here longer than anyone left alive, so far as they knew, and he had survived it all. Not without trouble, but nobody came so far through the jungle without some kind of damage.

"Look, I know he has brothers, so how about you start with your name so I know which one you are, and we go from there," Although she had some idea, based on his behavior. Christ, was his voice cracking? The kid looked like hell, "You need to get cleaned up, and you need information. Buy me a sandwich and I'll help you with both. Deal?"

Where Donnie was and what else had happened, would come later.

B

[gothen]

Jake had actually been keeping his eye out for Susannah's so called man-sized turtle friend. He was sure that she wouldn't joke around in the middle of the murder games or whatever and it wasn't even that far fetched of a concept when he knew the taheen existed. But man, that was a concept the inspired biology questions in even him, and he wasn't a science minded kind of person at all.

He'd been looking for the other people mentioned also, of course. He still hadn't seen mister perfect hair or either of the girls that were supposed to be around his age. It was amazing how many people they'd brought here- and how many Peacekeepers had popped up since the blackout.

He had just gotten done trying a couple of melee weapons half-heartedly (nothing like guns at all) and had resolved to come back later and look into the edible plant and bug station when he noticed poor Leo.

"Excuse me, are you...Donatello?" The boy asked after thinking for a moment, sounding slightly concerned. Of course, he didn't know that Donnie was supposedly just as permadead as Susuannah was.

[the_dancing_dork]

Leo turned when he heard someone talking to him. That was the second time in a row that he'd been mistaken for his genius brother... and that brought back the worry or him. Great.

He straightened up, clearing his throat really quick to try and talk.

"Sorry, but no. I'm his brother, Leonardo."

[gothen]

At least Donnie had been popular here?

He considered that for a moment, shifting uncomfortably from one foot to another. Well. There was no way anybody, much less a gunslinger would only notice one out of two giant intelligent turtles wandering around the building, so this guy must have been new.

"Oh, sorry." He hadn't even met Donatello so it'd been his best guess- he didn't feel as embarrassed by the mistake as he might have otherwise. "Are you new here? I was told there was only one giant turtle."

[the_dancing_dork]

"Yeah, I'm new. I came here a few hours ago... I'm pretty much a replacement for the last guy who was in District 9 who never came back."

And he wasn't going to bring up that the 'last guy' was his own brother. It disgusted him enough as it is.

[gothen]

Jake looked pained at the word replacement. He hadn't even thought about that- who would they bring to replace Susannah now that she was dead here?

"That certainly is new." He agreed, awkwardly. There was no way he was touching that other part with a ten foot pole, though.

"So, um, when and where are you from?"

B - Training Centre

[darkvigilante]

“Love the whining. Great quality in a leader.”

… not that he hadn’t spent the entire day so far doing exactly the same thing, but pfff. Leo didn’t have to know that, right?

Right.

It seemed like the smartest place to go right now—somewhere he’d be able to pound the crap out of a dummy, maybe, or at the very least, learn new and exciting ways to pound the crap out of everything else. Raph had heard more than he needed to about the Training Centre to know it was likely the best location for him in the here and now. With the recent info-dump and … well… straight out kidnapping this whole Capitol thing entailed, he was nowhere near being in a healthy mindset. Not in the slightest.

For a moment, he was dismayed to see someone else already there, leaned lethargically against a wall. He’d hoped to have the place to himself, even if just for a half hour or so, and had just started to turn back when he noticed the familiarity of the shape. Either it was a green human with a perfectly round body and kneepads, or he wasn’t as alone as he thought he was.

Raphael stood a little taller than normal – a habit he’d unconsciously adopted long ago when in the presence of his elder sibling – and approached him like they were back home, suddenly feeling much better.

“You got a cold or somethin’?”

[the_dancing_dork]

The voice didn't register to Leo... but the familiar attitude did. he turned around, his eyes widening when he saw who it was. he straightened up. It didn't... quite look like the turtle he knew. Where the shell did the shell crack go? Still he knew exactly who it was.

"...Raph?"

[darkvigilante]

"Bravo. You got it."

He claps, rolling his eyes. It's Leo -- there's no doubt about that -- but something about his looks feels a tad off. The voice, too. Beyond that, his brother didn't seem to be in the best shape. It wasn't a lack of athleticism; he looked visibly shaken. Worn down. This sure as hell wasn't the Leonardo he'd left behind in his New York, so...

"What, um. What's wrong with you, bro? You're lookin' at me like I've got antlers growin' outta my head." Folding his arms across his chest, he leans in just slightly, eyes narrowing as he works his head around all this. "You alright? Did Mikey come with you?"

[the_dancing_dork]

He kept staring for a minute, taking in Raph's features. There were similarities, that was for sure. But plenty of physical differences from the Raph that he knew and not just the lack of a crack on the plastron. His mind jumped to one conclusion.

Alternate universe.

"No, I don't know if Mikey is here or not. But Raph... I know this sounds crazy and hard to believe, but... I don't think that I'm the Leonardo that you know."

His voice cracked through the sentence, but he had that no-nonsense look on his face that any Leonardo would have. He wasn't kidding.

[darkvigilante]

Exhaling, he shakes his head, waving a hand dismissively as he makes his way over to a boxing bag suspended from above. Giving the thing a light punch, he thinks a moment before replying. Did it really sound that far-fetched? Fact was, he'd lived through weirder crap already, so it was sort of hard to shrug off as Leo's-Lost-His-Crackers talk.

Granted, that was precisely what he'd like to do. That, and wake suddenly from all this nonsense, jarred back to reality in his own home, his own bed, by Splinter lamenting over how the last pizza concoction gave him bad dreams. That would answer everything. There'd simply be none of this.

But that wasn't happening. Somewhere, deep, down in his core, he knew it wasn't happening.

He punches the bag harder, suddenly frustrated.

"I believe you. I heard other people talkin' like that. It... it's true, I think." A kick now, and the bag snaps hard to the left, suspension chains jingling with the twist in direction. "Donnie's here. I haven't seen him yet, but someone mentioned him. We're gonna haveta find Don before we do anything else. We can't stay here, Leo. They think they own us. You believe that? Jeeze... "

A

[hit_girl_mindy]

Talk about news going from bad to worse. She knew she'd lost Riley, and that sucked, but after a few days she realized who ELSE was no longer in her District: Donatello. This put Mindy right in a pissed off mood, as Donatello had been someone she had a relatively good bond with. His loss actually cut her deep, enough so that she took out her aggression on the poor unsuspecting punching bag in the training room, and came back, still a little pissed off about it.

Only...was she wrong? Because she was totally seeing a turtle in her suite now, and she was about to open her mouth and exclaim how happy she was when she saw the bandanna.

"Do-oh, Leonardo."

Her heart sunk a little here, and then she felt pissed off. SERIOUSLY?!

[the_dancing_dork]

Leo turned around to see... someone he did not know. Well duh, of course it was. But apparently she knew who he was. Which, considering the circumstances, could range from another person that Donnie apparently knew to really bad for him.

"Umm... yes, I'm Leonardo. And how exactly do you know that?"

Excuse him for the look of suspicion and caution, he's not trusting anyone right now.

[hit_girl_mindy]

Of course he would wonder that. Best to cover it up too, that she knew about him from comics and tv.

"You have a brother, and he's mentioned you," she said. "He's...well, he used to be in this District. He's not here anymore."

Something she was still dealing with.

"I'm one of the mentors of District nine, Mindy Macready." She stuck out her hand. She was ALSO dealing with being only one of two mentors now.

[the_dancing_dork]

That response got an alarmed look from him. He out a hand to his throat as he tried to speak.

"What... what do you mean he's not here anymore? Is he okay?"

He got the feeling that whatever the answer was going to be, he wasn't going to be happy about it.

[hit_girl_mindy]

"Before I answer that, you have to answer something foe me: how much do you know about what goes on here?"

Man, didn't even ask anything about mentors or districts. Hopefully that meant he was up to snuff on that.

B

[revvinguptheharley]

"Aw come on Donnie, what kind of attitude is that?"

The voice came from up above him. A curvy blond woman in a tank top and shorts was hanging from some ropes that had been strung up along the walls. Her eyes were bright and shiny with a smile that split across her face like a Cheshire cat.

[the_dancing_dork]

He jumped in surprise before looking up where he spotted Harley. If it weren't for the fact that he was in a very bad situation and wasn't worried to death about his little brother's fate, he'd be rolling his eyes right now. That was the fourth time he was mistaken for Donnie...

"Sorry lady, I'm not Donnie. I'm his brother, Leo."

[revvinguptheharley]

Harley gasped at the revelation and fell from the ropes, only to flip gracefully mid fall and land in front of him both feet on the ground.

"Wowzers! After all this time I finally get to meet the infamous Leo!? Lucky lucky me! How long have you been here? What District are you in? Have you seen Donnie yet?" She poured questions at him excitedly as she studied him up and down.

"There's a definite family resemblance." She teased.

[the_dancing_dork]

He shifted uncomfortably at the staring. He was already feeling uneasy about this girl.

"Well, umm... a few hours, District 9, and... n-no... I haven't..."

And he may never see him again now...

[revvinguptheharley]

Harley's eyes somehow found the ability to grow even wider and she let out a squeal of delight dancing in place.

"OOOOO! That is AMAZING! Oh boy I get another turtle! Oh boy oh boy!" She spun around pumping her fist in the air before coming to a stop and bowing, causing her ponytails to flop forward comically.

"I'm Dr. Harleen Quinnzel! I was your brothers therapist for awhile and now I'm your mentor! Isn't that keen!" She grinned up at him in a decidedly unstable way.