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WHO| Don and EVERYONE EVER MAN
WHAT| A new challenger approaches!
WHEN | 5/12 and onwards!
WHERE | The training arena, the quarters...and really anywhere else you want to drag him.

This wasn't the first time he'd been told he'd be fighting to the death. Or found himself on another planet. Or really just been in a tight spot. When you were a member of his family, those kinds of things just came with the territory.

This was the first time he did it and was considered a celebrity, however. Someone people actually wanted to know about. Indeed, by the time he made it to his (REALLY nice) quarters, the news was already out and people were fighting to get a look at him, to talk to him, to see if he was real. EXOTIC NEW TRIBUTE REAPED FROM DISTRICT 9! Instead of revulsion, there was curiosity. It was like being in a rock band.

Which made Don uncomfortable. He wasn't exactly used to this kind of attention. So for now, he's trying to avoid it, get used to it. Especially since he knows, at least vaguely, why they are so interested in him. Because they want to see how long he lasts, and what he can do.

How do I keep ending up in these situations...?

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"Sir, I have seen many a red-eared slider. I have had a few even as pets. And never have I seen one who walked and talked and-oh!" Her eye widened at his last comment. "Why yes. Yes I am."

She paused.

"But they are still much smaller than you."

"Most people haven't seen a turtle like me." He gives her a little smile. "I'm a mutant turtle. That's how I can walk and talk and am a lot bigger than a normal slider, ma'am."

"A...a mutant?"

Her nose crinkled up as she tried to place that word, before finally giving up.

"What's a mutant?"

"Um, well..."

What would be the best way to describe it to her without using jargon?

"Basically a freak of nature."

"Oh."

Well, that actually seemed fairly reasonable. And seemed to sum everything up. She didn't really know what else you'd call a man sized talking turtle that walked on it's hind legs.

She also realized they'd been standing there, holding up the elevator. There was still, well...a lot of reservation about getting on with him. But with what she had survived...she stepped on.

"Going down?"

"Ah! Yes, I am." Don politely stepped aside to let her on. "Which floor are you going to, miss...?"

"La Bouff. Charlotte La Bouff."

She managed a small smile at him, heart still pouncing. But he hadn't attacked her yet. And if she closed her eyes and just listened he seemed like a nice enough fellow.

"I was just going down to explore. Get some fresh air, you know?

"Oh, yeah, I can understand that."

He's not going to attack her any time soon either. Actually, he's inwardly worried about the fact she seems to be in the Tribute quarters, but of course he doesn't say that.

"I'm actually going to go to the training arena, maybe see what they have down there myself."

"Oh. Yes. That."

She sighed. She should go train. But the idea of recognizing the fact that she was going back into that dreadful place at all just...sent chills down her spine.

"Are you...one of the new tributes?"

"I'm afraid so," Don nods. "No way around it."

At this, he presses the button for the training area.

"Where are you planning on getting off, by the way?"

"Oh! I'm still not use to all these flashy future thing a ma jigger's. I need to go back up to the ground level."

She gave him a smile, a real one, before shrugging.

"I'll get use to it. Uhm...good luck, with your training."

Was she suppose to wish them good luck?

"No problem!"

Ground floor it was.

She must really be from the far past! But it would be rude to ask. Then again maybe if he asked who the president was he'd know since elevators per se if they existed in her time were probably not like this one; heck, they weren't quite like this in his time and he had elevators and he was thinking into this WAY too much--

Ground floor it was.

"Thanks!" He gives her a smile as well. "You too, Ms. La Bouff-"

Oh shell.

"-Ah, I totally forgot. Sorry. My name's Hamato, Donatello. Or...just Don works."

"It's nice to meet you Don." She hesitated, before sticking out her hand. "And call me Lottie."

For a giant monster...mutant, she had decided he was alright.

"I'll...I'll see you around."