Wait, was she really trying to strike up a conversation with him? Seriously? It took him by surprise, leaving him staring at her in silence rather creepily until his brain finally processed it all at once. “Donnie!! My name is… is Donnie,” he cleared his throat nervously, it all of a sudden feeling rather dry as he tried to keep his cool. What was so hard about being cool anyway? All you have to do is lean on stuff and act like you don’t care, right? That wasn’t so hard. Leaning back in an attempt to look cool, he completely missed the car that had been right behind him and fell straight onto his shell, cursing as he hit the ground with a hard thud.

Chey audibly gasped.  If he hadn’t fallen so hard, she would’ve honestly laughed.  But that wouldn’t help him get back up on his feet, would it?  And even though it crossed her mind for a moment that a humanoid turtle on his shell was hilarious, she needed to help him back on his feet.

“Donnie!"  She yelped, kneeling beside him and trying to help him sit up.  Of course, she wasn’t exactly the physically strongest around, but she tried nonetheless.  "Are you all right?  Gosh, don’t scare me like that!”

Before Donnie realized what happened, the woman was right next to him, trying to help him sit up. She was strong, but he was a heavy turtle and had to forced himself up to sit up. “I'm fine! I'm fine!” Donnie piped up, turning his head to look over at her with his glasses askew on his nose, “Nothing my shell can't handle!” Okay, that sounded much smoother in his head... “Thank you though,” he quickly got to his feet and dusted himself off, going back to acting like it never happened. If he ignored it, maybe she would forget about him humiliating himself. That worked right? “I didn't mean to scare you. I just underestimated how far that car was from behind me,” he chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. Smooth. Real smooth. The first woman he's talked to since April and he was making showing her how much of a dork he really was.

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Debatedly the junkyard was not the safest place to walk your dog. But when you were a 6ft 7 inch turtle mutant there really was NO safe place to walk your dog. Despite trusting the golden retrievers ability to find his way home, Dartanian did not trust Sam’s discretion when it came to following home  strangers. The dog would do anything for anyone. 

Shrugging his massive shoulders he settled into the chilly evening air. Silence greeting himself and the dog. The turtle, finally content to relax a bit he crouched to shift through the materials around him in search for useful parts. Finding solace in the isolation and safety the mounds and mounds of metal.

Until that is the jingling of Sam’s id tags got further away and from the happy barking noises it sounded like the dog had cornered a new friend. From the sound of the tiny pieces of metal Sam was bouncing around and twisting in circles. Whining for pets, from someone…..Or a trash can, hell he’d caught Sam trying to make friends with the fridge before.

“Hello?” He jumped slightly at the sound of his own voice. Not used to hearing it outside or communicating verbally. That had been weird. Moving towards where Sam was wriggling about excitedly he slipped his tonfa out of their straps.  “Sam, did you find another trash can?”

Donnie was in real trouble now. He was cornered! TRAPPED! All by this hairy beast that kept barking at him and drooling heavily, like it's sole purpose was to do those two things, especially when he was trying to be stealthy! But how stealthy can you really be if a DOG found you? Even though Donnie knew they had an advantage with their nose and as much as Donnie prided himself in his hygiene, he was still a teenager... and lived in a sewer. But that last part doesn't really matter right now because he'll end up on the business end of a scalpel if this dog didn't stop barking! Backed up in a cornered of cars stacked on top of one another, Donnie held his bo defensively, pushing it out to poke and prod the dog, trying to scare it away without hurting it. He hissed at it, doing everything he could think of to get it to go away, but it was useless. It was too determined. He would admire that if it wasn't for the voice that was closing in on them. Great, his human was with him. What could possibly be worse? Taking one last, desperate look around, Donnie noticed a van that was behind him and quickly opened the back doors and climbed inside, slamming them back shut as he sat in the dim light from the tinted windows. Hopefully they won't notice, maybe they'll just walk away and leave him be...

          “Puh-Lease. I can out twerk ALL of you.”

“I don’t know, Mikey’s got that booty down pat.”

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     Sipping a cup of coffee, Donnie browsed online at a couple viral videos lazily. It had been a boring day, nothing was going on. He sighed and rubbed his face, wondering what his family was up to. He opted out of patrol in favor of finishing a project, but overestimated how much time he actually needed. Now he was home alone and bored out of his mind.

     Just as he was clicking on another cat video, an alarm went off and he turned to the security cameras. A person. A person was disturbingly close to the lair! What were they even doing down here? He tensed and got up, hurrying to grab his staff and was out the door to defend his home.

Rounding a corner too sharply, and unintentionally ramming her shoulder into the sewer wall, Maryanne inhaled a sharp breath but tried her best to stay quiet. For a moment or two she remained motionless, and listened intently to the sounds in the alleyway above while simultaneously slowing her breathing as best she could. It was odd at how many there were this time, and as they ran about clearly looking for her, she could swear that she’d counted more than half a dozen different voices. And in her current state, that was definitely more than she could handle. So there really wasn’t any other option.

Clutching her shoulder, she made her way out of the watery muck, and moved as silently as she could further into the darkness. She really had no idea where she was going within the sewers, but as long as it was away from the danger she was leaving behind her, it didn’t matter.

Out of the lair and in the tunnels, Donnie ran to where the intruder was last seen, soon seeing a shadowy figure in the distance. They were SO CLOSE to the lair! How could they have gotten this close?! What were they doing down here?! He took a deep breath and gripped his staff tight, ready for a fight. “Stop right there! Hands above your head!” he barked in the most authoritative voice he could manage, but he was really just repeating things he had seen on Cops, “On the ground! Keep your hands where I can see them!” He swallowed hard, body poised to fight at the drop of a hat. If this person was a danger to him, his family or his home, he wasn't going to take any chances.

Donnie was brushing off the dust from the part he had just found when he heard footsteps. He immediately tensed and turned to see a woman. Staring. Right. At . Him. Finding himself unable to move, he gawked back at her with the part in his hand, his mind racing with everything he should be doing, like hiding and disappearing into the night, but couldn’t move a muscle. It was too late anyway, he had been seen. She had a full view of his mutant form. “Uh… Hi?” he waved a hand, trying to at least seem like a friendly monster if anything.

Cheyloe knew she had two options: either faint from shock or scream and call the police over the ‘monster’ looking right at her.  She leaned more towards the second option, her hand immediately on her back pocket…until her eyes locked onto his.

They searched and searched, looking to see any ill will hiding behind his eyes…and she could find nothing like that there.  The fearful expression on her face slowly molded into one of confusion, and she quirked an eyebrow.  Okay, stop looking at him like that…be polite and say hi back.  Swallowing a lump in her throat, Chey finally found her voice again.

“…H-Hi."  She spoke, her voice cracking slightly.  "C-Can…can I help you…find something?”

“No, I'm fine. Thanks though,” Donnie smiled and lifted the part up in the air so she could see. It was strange for a complete stranger to be offering him help, but it was better than screaming and running away, which she looked close to doing. He couldn't blame her, he would be freaked out about seeing a giant talking turtles too if he was human. “I'm just looking for things I need. I'm not going to hurt you or anything,” he tried to reassure her as he put the item in his bag, trying to think of his next plan of action, “I didn't mean to be a bother. I can leave and no one has to say anything.”

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          “Just about-” Leo joked, an obvious smirk in his tone. 

     A sigh exited, walking over to where don was before he started to pick things up himself. It’ll get done faster with two anyway and he knew it would be nearly impossible to have the other two join in.

           “   What we need to do is get you your own personal trashcan.. Why don’t you invent                    some kind of suction vent to send your trash to the dumpster?” 

“I do have a trash can, but it gets filled so quickly!” Donnie said defensively, collecting more coffee cups in his arms, “And with all the stuff you guys already rely on me for, I don't have time to just take a break and make a suction vent to send my trash to the dumpster!” Sighing, he nudged his full trash can by his desk with his foot. “I swear, you guys always think I have some magical solution for everything. It's harder than you think doing all the fixing of things you guys have broken items and improving our defenses.” It was then he noticed Leo was helping him pick up, making him go quiet for a moment before speaking again. “You know, you don't have to help. I'll have it all sorted in a few minutes.”

         “– And if it’s not? You do know shes on her way over in a half an hour , right?” 

     Leos question had a hint of sass in with it, hands now resting on the leaders hips before walking over and spinning the computer chair to force Donnie to look at him. 

          “It looks like a junkyard. Whatever you have to do can wait until later. Clean this up, say hello to April for a while then get working on what you want to do. She’s staying the night so that doesn’t mean ‘half ass’ the cleaning either.”

     Donnie scowled when he was turned to face his brother, rolling his eyes as he was scowled again for the state of his lab. Sometimes he couldn't stand Leo and his need for everything to be perfect. It was just April! She has known them for years now and would understand a little mess! Still, one could only take so much nagging before they broke.      “Fine, fine! I'll get to work cleaning it, but I still say it's not that bad,” he insisted, getting up and beginning to gather the old pizza boxes and cups of coffee, “And I still say it's nothing compared to Mikey's room.”