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tushanshu_logs2013-03-18 03:13 pm
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A loaf of bread. A pound of butter. A quart of milk.
Characters: Michaelangelo and [TBD]
Date: Post his EP and this here thread with Donnie and Leo.
Location: Water Sector
Situation: Mike leaves the house unaccompanied for some exploration time.
Warnings/Rating: None, but we'll keep you posted.
Notes: Prose to start, but then tagger's choice. Feel free to catch sight of, hear, or completely miss Mike all together.
Staying with Raphael has been...interesting. In a lot of ways crashing with Raphael is exactly what Mike imagines bunking with just Raph would be like, for good or bad. In other ways however, it's ever so slightly different by an amount of a few scant degrees. And those degrees are maddening, much the same way a wrinkled sock is. Nothing Earth shattering, but just noticeable enough to draw attention in and then keep it there.
While Mike spent a good deal of his time settling into this new living arrangement and idly watching the console-shaped goings on, he had also made a habit of venturing up to the roof of WA-2B once darkness had fallen in an effort to get a better lay of the land.
This night, however, he's decided to take his explorations to the next level.
That level being...ground level.
Armed with his usual weaponry, a make-shift shopping bag, and the cash given to him upon arrival, Mike makes his way through the shadows and alleyways of the Water Sector in search of food.
Date: Post his EP and this here thread with Donnie and Leo.
Location: Water Sector
Situation: Mike leaves the house unaccompanied for some exploration time.
Warnings/Rating: None, but we'll keep you posted.
Notes: Prose to start, but then tagger's choice. Feel free to catch sight of, hear, or completely miss Mike all together.
Staying with Raphael has been...interesting. In a lot of ways crashing with Raphael is exactly what Mike imagines bunking with just Raph would be like, for good or bad. In other ways however, it's ever so slightly different by an amount of a few scant degrees. And those degrees are maddening, much the same way a wrinkled sock is. Nothing Earth shattering, but just noticeable enough to draw attention in and then keep it there.
While Mike spent a good deal of his time settling into this new living arrangement and idly watching the console-shaped goings on, he had also made a habit of venturing up to the roof of WA-2B once darkness had fallen in an effort to get a better lay of the land.
This night, however, he's decided to take his explorations to the next level.
That level being...ground level.
Armed with his usual weaponry, a make-shift shopping bag, and the cash given to him upon arrival, Mike makes his way through the shadows and alleyways of the Water Sector in search of food.