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tushanshu_logs2012-12-06 11:39 pm
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Characters: Raph and anyone!
Date: November 29th - December 6th
Location: All over Keeliai
Situation: Lurking on rooftops, searching for missing brothers, and venting some aggression on street scum in the process.
Warnings/Rating: Rated for violence and headstrong teenagers.
Day and night Raph had been searching for his missing brothers every chance he could get. Leave Leo to his strategies and scouting the network. If they were gonna pop up on that thing, they would've done it already. Especially Mikey. So now he's operating under the idea that either they're not here, or they showed up and something's happened to them, and he's way too paranoid to give up the ghost just yet. He wants to scope out the palace soon, and if there really is a way out of there, he doesn't want to take the chance of leaving them behind.
But Raphael never was a patient person, and as time stretches on and he continues to return to his suite empty-handed, that temper of his is building. So far he's been on his best behavior, stuck to the shadows, asked questions where he thought he could get an answer--a few restaurants, a grocery store, any place where his brothers might go if they were around, or any place he could maybe find some info. But nothing. Needless to say, Raph was starting to get a little angry.
Why he wound up in the seedier neighborhoods of the Fire Sector that night was anybody's guess. This part of Keeliai wasn't much different than some of the harder streets of New York--prostitutes on streetsides advertising their wares, junkies with eyes like cornered prey looking for a fix, homeless, pimps, gangsters. The dregs of society were universal, and this was his element.
It wasn't until he heard the screams that he realized the real reason he came down here. He was aching for a fight, and finally, he found one.
Gangs were on the top of the list of things he hated. Gangs that went stomping around threatening people for protection money pissed him off even more. But the worst part of it was how everyone else on the street turned a blind eye at the group of goons piled into an old restaurant. From his perch on the rooftop, he watched through the storefront window as the argument between the goons and the guy behind the front desk escalated until someone pulled a knife, someone screamed, and something inside him snapped.
They picked the wrong night to piss him off.
He was there in a heartbeat, sai drawn and heart pounding in his ears. Before he knew it, there was blood everywhere and two of them were unconscious, the third making a break for it out the front door.
If he had his head on straight, he would've let him go. But not now. Not tonight.
After the deed is done, he sulks back to his suite, bleeding and unsatisfied.
(Cliff Notes Version: Raph's out lurking on the rooftops of Keeliai searching for his bros. Feel free to catch him any time of the week, or find him on the night of the 6th, before, during, or even after his run-in with the gangsters. 'S all good with me.)
Date: November 29th - December 6th
Location: All over Keeliai
Situation: Lurking on rooftops, searching for missing brothers, and venting some aggression on street scum in the process.
Warnings/Rating: Rated for violence and headstrong teenagers.
Day and night Raph had been searching for his missing brothers every chance he could get. Leave Leo to his strategies and scouting the network. If they were gonna pop up on that thing, they would've done it already. Especially Mikey. So now he's operating under the idea that either they're not here, or they showed up and something's happened to them, and he's way too paranoid to give up the ghost just yet. He wants to scope out the palace soon, and if there really is a way out of there, he doesn't want to take the chance of leaving them behind.
But Raphael never was a patient person, and as time stretches on and he continues to return to his suite empty-handed, that temper of his is building. So far he's been on his best behavior, stuck to the shadows, asked questions where he thought he could get an answer--a few restaurants, a grocery store, any place where his brothers might go if they were around, or any place he could maybe find some info. But nothing. Needless to say, Raph was starting to get a little angry.
Why he wound up in the seedier neighborhoods of the Fire Sector that night was anybody's guess. This part of Keeliai wasn't much different than some of the harder streets of New York--prostitutes on streetsides advertising their wares, junkies with eyes like cornered prey looking for a fix, homeless, pimps, gangsters. The dregs of society were universal, and this was his element.
It wasn't until he heard the screams that he realized the real reason he came down here. He was aching for a fight, and finally, he found one.
Gangs were on the top of the list of things he hated. Gangs that went stomping around threatening people for protection money pissed him off even more. But the worst part of it was how everyone else on the street turned a blind eye at the group of goons piled into an old restaurant. From his perch on the rooftop, he watched through the storefront window as the argument between the goons and the guy behind the front desk escalated until someone pulled a knife, someone screamed, and something inside him snapped.
They picked the wrong night to piss him off.
He was there in a heartbeat, sai drawn and heart pounding in his ears. Before he knew it, there was blood everywhere and two of them were unconscious, the third making a break for it out the front door.
If he had his head on straight, he would've let him go. But not now. Not tonight.
After the deed is done, he sulks back to his suite, bleeding and unsatisfied.
(Cliff Notes Version: Raph's out lurking on the rooftops of Keeliai searching for his bros. Feel free to catch him any time of the week, or find him on the night of the 6th, before, during, or even after his run-in with the gangsters. 'S all good with me.)
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It isn't until he sheathes his sai that he realizes how hard he was breathing, realizes what he got so angry about in the first place. Searching the city was getting him nowhere, and he wasn't any closer to finding a way out of there.
"Whatever." He snarls, shouldering past the guy. "I didn't ask for a lecture."
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Raphael turns around, hands moving to his sai again. Seriously. Does this guy want a fight? Because he'd be glad to give it to him.
"You think I was threatening you?" He scoffs, his voice a growl. "Buddy, you got no idea."
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He'd walk away, but this guy is so tense, so angry, he's not ready to turn his back on him yet. Not like this.
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Or maybe it'd earn him another fight, and that doesn't sound too bad either. But there's plenty of other more well-deserving wackbags in this city. He just has to look for them.
At this point he knows his temper is getting the best of him. He knows he's being over-sensitive, he just doesn't care, because being angry and picking fights is a hell of a lot easier than admitting he's scared or worried about anything.
There's a lot of emotions battling in Raph's head as Arthur speaks; a small waiver in his body language, a brief flicker of wary uncertainty in his eyes. But the wall goes up just as quickly as it went down and he grits his teeth again.
"You don't know nothin' about me," he spits. "And if you did? You wouldn't blame me for bein' a little angry!"
He kicks at a pile of garbage cluttering the sidewalk, wood and pieces of metal clattering noisily across the stone walkway. Then he straightens, glaring at Arthur over his shoulder.
"So thanks for the advice, but I ain't gonna waste my breath on some idiot in the street. I'm outta here."
In hardly a second he's vanished into the shadows without a sound; still angry, still unsatisfied, and still fighting the urge to hunt down more creeps he can beat into a senseless pulp.