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Daisy Town- Closed RP

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The man slurred and grumbled as he was pushed out the door. He stumbled and looked back at the Sheriff and then turned on his heels, wobbling and staggering his way slowly down the street.

The girls finished up their show and disappeared behind the curtains for a moment. Another group of girls came back onto the stage and began their show.

The previous girls came out from the side entrance to the stage, some dressed more properly, and going home, while others, like the Singer, remained in their scene outfit, helping the barman serve the tables.

The terrapin singer walked up beside the Sheriff, the barman giving her a smile and handing her a glass of water. “Ya head okay?” He asked, as he handed out the glass.

She took a sip and smiled, her voice soft, and low. “Just a bump. Nothing bad.” She answered quietly. She turned to the Sheriff. “Thank you.”

"It’s no problem at all, Miss," he started, looking to her with a smile. "Just doing my job really. That kinda thing happen often?" he asked, finished with his drink and now fully facing her.

She leaned onto the counter, rubbing the side of her head. Tilting her head, she gave him an amused smile. “We usually man handle quite a few men outside of the saloon for that kind of behavior, Sheriff. It happens every day. Sometimes not as many in a day.”

She chuckled softly, taking another sip of her water. “But we usually have a bouncer of sorts nearby. Usually. Mostly at nights.” She hummed lightly, shifting her position, the short skirt rising up her legs lightly.

Leo nodded a bit, looking at her. “I see. Sorry if the question seemed stupid,” he added with a light tone and gentle smirk. “My brother’s usually the one that hangs out around here. I’m not what you’d call a ‘usual customer.’”

He sat back some and glanced towards the stage before looking back at her. “As long as things are taken care of. But I don’t believe I caught your name, miss,” he said as he leaned forward some with a gentle smile.

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"Exactly what I was thinking," Leo called back, watching as the girls helped the singer back up. His hand grasped the collar of the guy’s shirt and he looked at the other fellas sitting near the front.

"I don’t want anymore trouble from y’all up here, alright?" he warned in a stern tone before pushing the man out of the saloon’s doors. He gave him a light shove as he let go, letting him stumble a bit before talking. "Go home now, Bud. Try to stay sober for a few days too, why don’t ya?"

He walked back in to finish his drink, and to be sure no one caused anymore trouble.

The man slurred and grumbled as he was pushed out the door. He stumbled and looked back at the Sheriff and then turned on his heels, wobbling and staggering his way slowly down the street.

The girls finished up their show and disappeared behind the curtains for a moment. Another group of girls came back onto the stage and began their show.

The previous girls came out from the side entrance to the stage, some dressed more properly, and going home, while others, like the Singer, remained in their scene outfit, helping the barman serve the tables.

The terrapin singer walked up beside the Sheriff, the barman giving her a smile and handing her a glass of water. “Ya head okay?” He asked, as he handed out the glass.

She took a sip and smiled, her voice soft, and low. “Just a bump. Nothing bad.” She answered quietly. She turned to the Sheriff. “Thank you.”

"It’s no problem at all, Miss," he started, looking to her with a smile. "Just doing my job really. That kinda thing happen often?" he asked, finished with his drink and now fully facing her.

Daisy Town- Closed RP

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Leo’s glass was already on the bar when he saw the man’s hand go out to grab, and he was up when he saw her beginning to fall. Hurriedly, he went over to be sure she was alright, pushing through anyone else who had stood and arriving at the scene before any of the other girls could be bothered.

The sheriff’s hand pulled back at the shoulder of the man who had grabbed for her, making sure she had space and checking to be sure she was alright.

The man had been stopped in his trying to climb the stage by the Sheriff. Already, the dancers had crowded around their fallen singer, helping her up. One picked up the band with the feathers, now crooked, handing it back. She whispered something, placing the band back on her head and turned to look down.

" ‘Ey, Sheriff, why don’cha put t’darn drunk outside? Fresh air might do him some good." It was a polite way for the barman to tell the man he was being thrown out for a few days. 

The singer sighed lightly and gave the Sheriff the most charming smile she could muster, despite the pounding pain that was growing from hitting her head on the floor.

But as they said, the show must go on, and it didn’t take long for her and the other girls to be back to doing what they do best.

"Exactly what I was thinking," Leo called back, watching as the girls helped the singer back up. His hand grasped the collar of the guy’s shirt and he looked at the other fellas sitting near the front.

"I don’t want anymore trouble from y’all up here, alright?" he warned in a stern tone before pushing the man out of the saloon’s doors. He gave him a light shove as he let go, letting him stumble a bit before talking. "Go home now, Bud. Try to stay sober for a few days too, why don’t ya?"

He walked back in to finish his drink, and to be sure no one caused anymore trouble.

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The saloon stood in the middle of the town, tall and proud. Freshly painted and renovated. The sound of the piano being played could be heard, as well as singing from within the building itself. 

Inside, the barman had served the patrons, whom were all enjoying the show of course. Three girls dancing on the stage, a fourth one singing, whilst the piano man played along. 

Felidae, Canines and reptiles alike, as well as humans lived in harmony here. Well, most of the time.

Leo, taking a break from his duty in the prison, was enjoying a drink in the saloon as well as the entertainment. There was hardly trouble there, and even less when he or Raphael were in there.

His eyes were on the singer as he drank, as relaxed as he allowed himself to be.

The singer looked fairly young. Perhaps even barely an adult, from the way she moved. Her form was slender, her movements held grace and poise. She had a fan in one hand, using it from time to time as she sang.

Two patrons were getting closer to the stage, giggling and smirking, their faces flushed, obviously drunk. Yet, they hadn’t done anything wrong, yet. The singer had noticed, obviously, and had moved a few steps back from the front of the stage, giving the dancers behind her a warning to be ready to run.

She spread the fan out, gazing around the room, hiding half of her face, only her eyes visible as they settled on the Sheriff enjoying a drink. She’d seen him from time to time, but never had a chance to speak with him. He was a familiar face, and it made her smile.

She didn’t notice one of the man reaching out, as she turned on her heel, grasping the back of the dress she was wearing and tug harshly, making her fall backward with a startled yelp.

So much for that.

Leo’s glass was already on the bar when he saw the man’s hand go out to grab, and he was up when he saw her beginning to fall. Hurriedly, he went over to be sure she was alright, pushing through anyone else who had stood and arriving at the scene before any of the other girls could be bothered.

The sheriff’s hand pulled back at the shoulder of the man who had grabbed for her, making sure she had space and checking to be sure she was alright.

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Mikey looked at the offered hand, then up at the blue masked turtle, then back down at the offered hand, then back up at the turtle. He motioned as if he was going to accept the offer, but stopped as he examined the differences in the structure of his own palm and that of the unfamiliar Leo. Still hesitant he finally took the hand, rose to his feet, and quickly found himself to be an entire two heads shorter than the strange blue-banded terrapin. Unsure of whether he should be scared or not, Michelangelo stared wide-eyed into the opposing character’s face until he spoke the first question that entered his mind. “Where are your pupils?”

Leo blinked once the question was asked, also noting their obvious differences. He was a little caught off guard by the question but answered it nonetheless. “It’s the mask,” he started, noticing this Mikey’s eyes in return.

His turn to ask. “How did you get here?” His voice was curious, not demanding, and he tried to be as welcoming as he could. Still, he’d hate to have as much trouble with this inter-dimension stuff as they had before. “And… where are your brothers?”

Like a shaken soda that had it’s seal broken, Michelangelo began sputtering his story with broad energetic gestures.

"Okay, see, I opened the garage door on a solo run, but turned out there was a Kraang portal there! I tried to run, but I got sucked in and zapped into a laboratory where like, a bajillion Kraang were experimenting on stuff! So Dodging laser fire I zapped myself out of the lab while being chased by the huge headless blue gorillas suits with butt canons! From there I just leapt into the first dimensional door I could find and…. well… here I am."

After his poorly delivered tale came to a close Mikey clasped his hands behind his back and rocked nonchalantly on his heels.

"As for my brothers, I don’t know. They probably don’t even know I-"

Suddenly pricked by a sharp realization, Mikey stopped short and gave the taller turtle a distrusting look.

"Wait. How do you know about my brothers? Exactly how much DO you know?"

Leo watched curiously as Mikey explained what had happened with wild gestures, seeing bits of his own brother in this smaller form. At the last question he paused for a moment, reminding himself that there were probably not many of their other dimensional selves that would know about the existence of others.

"Uh, well.. I really just assumed," he started. "I mean, you’re Mikey right? Michelangelo. And I’m Leonardo." He watched him to be sure he followed, though he knew he would. "I’m really not the best to talk to about this dimensional stuff…" he added with a slight shrug.

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Daisy Town was a quiet town, small, and hardly had problems with law breakers. It was too small to have any active thieving, or bandits come to raid them. They were simply too far out between the big cities, but made a good halt for expedition wagons and the likes.

The sun beat down upon the sandy desert. Small wooden houses, wooden stores. The only three buildings standing out from the rest was the small prison, made of steel walls and iron bars, the bank, with it’s three floors, and the saloon.

The saloon stood in the middle of the town, tall and proud. Freshly painted and renovated. The sound of the piano being played could be heard, as well as singing from within the building itself. 

Inside, the barman had served the patrons, whom were all enjoying the show of course. Three girls dancing on the stage, a fourth one singing, whilst the piano man played along. 

Felidae, Canines and reptiles alike, as well as humans lived in harmony here. Well, most of the time.

Leo, taking a break from his duty in the prison, was enjoying a drink in the saloon as well as the entertainment. There was hardly trouble there, and even less when he or Raphael were in there.

His eyes were on the singer as he drank, as relaxed as he allowed himself to be.

splinterjunior whispered: ¤ -- In some turn of events, your muse ends up staying with mine.

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"It sounds like everyone’s down there watching the movie now, so there’s really no way to sneak passed them. Guess we’re stuck in here… unless you’d like some time alone of course. I can get to my room without being seen."

Maryanne raised her arms above her head as he tugged her shirt upwards, and leaned back to push the bedroom door closed before his hands met each side of her face. Goodness. I wonder what brought all this on. she chuckled to herself lightly, returning the passionate kiss as she leaned back against him.

Leo started to lead them towards his bed, inwardly smiling as she returned his kiss. They only took a few steps before he stopped, lingering there a moment longer and then slowly pulled away, decreasing his eagerness and speed. He only pulled away a little distance as his hand slid back to her hair and let it down gently so he could run his fingers through it. As he glanced up at her, his brown eyes shows the eagerness he tried to keep at bay.

Her eyes slowly closed and she let him lead her to the bed, knowing that was an unusual moment for them to have some quiet time to themselves, though she couldn’t believe that Leo wanted this with his family not too far away. Not that she didn’t want it either. Being close to him in any manner was a gift, and she didn’t plan on wasting it.

Though as he pulled away, her eyes blinked open and watched as his hand disappeared behind her head, and suddenly felt her hair fall down around her shoulders. A glimmer of understanding shone in her eyes as she chuckled ever so softly, and gazed up into his eyes.

Leo saw her smile and returned it with his own before he began to remove his own gear. It was almost like a silent understanding between them, and he knew she would be able to stop him if she wanted to, anyway.

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Five Years AU, Continued

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Humming softly into the kiss, she leaned against him a bit as he deepened the kiss even further, and returned the kiss in kind. A moment later, as he pulled away, she let out a content sigh. “Well,” she started, glancing up at him, “that was certainly one way to show you missed me.” she chuckled quietly.

He smiled back at her, his arms still around her even as they pulled away. His expression was soft and he let out a chuckle to match. “Well…” he trailed off, glancing away before his eyes returned to meet hers.

"And there’s the Leonardo that I remember." she smirked lightly as he glanced away, even if it was but for a moment, but him being unable to say more reminded her of how he used to act. Cutting himself short of what he really wanted to say a lot of the time she remembered noticing, though she couldn’t really blame him. Then, or now.

She lowered her hand to his shoulder again and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Sorry. I know this is all… new again in a way? Spending time with your brothers while you were… gone, sort of made me a tad more abrupt.” Maryanne smiled apologetically, before swiping away some loose strands of hair that had fallen into her face with her free hand.

Leo watched her with a smile and shook his head slightly. “No… Don’t be. I understand,” he replied as his hands slid to her hips and squeezed gently.

He wanted so badly to kiss her again, to hold her again, to just be with her, relaxed, again. But he knew that there would be a time for that and it didn’t seem like that time was right now. “How about that tea?” he asked softly, his smile still in place as he looked at her.

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Michelangelo groaned as he kicked the lid off of the dumpster, remaining completely oblivious to the character standing before him thanks to both his spinning head and the discarded half-rotten watermelon that had caked his scalp and covered his eyes.

"Oh… ow, I think I broke my record for worst landing" he groaned, leaning over until he accidentally stumbled out of the dumpster. Mikey landed on his hands and knees upon the concrete, openly complaining about the stench until he raised his right hand and wiped the moldy fruit from his face. He stared at the ground for a few seconds, glanced to his left, and then took notice of an odd looking pair of feet standing next to him. His eyes steadily trailed up the character and a look of fearful confusion overtook his face.

"…Leo?"

As the turtle came out of the dumpster, Leo came to the realization by the mask, voice, and shell that this was another result from inter-dimensional travel, as his brother Donnie put it.

He glanced down as he looked up at him, ignoring the watermelon that fell to the ground. “And I take it you’re Mikey?” he replied, going off of the orange mask, and offered his hand to help him up.

Mikey looked at the offered hand, then up at the blue masked turtle, then back down at the offered hand, then back up at the turtle. He motioned as if he was going to accept the offer, but stopped as he examined the differences in the structure of his own palm and that of the unfamiliar Leo. Still hesitant he finally took the hand, rose to his feet, and quickly found himself to be an entire two heads shorter than the strange blue-banded terrapin. Unsure of whether he should be scared or not, Michelangelo stared wide-eyed into the opposing character’s face until he spoke the first question that entered his mind. “Where are your pupils?”

Leo blinked once the question was asked, also noting their obvious differences. He was a little caught off guard by the question but answered it nonetheless. “It’s the mask,” he started, noticing this Mikey’s eyes in return.

His turn to ask. “How did you get here?” His voice was curious, not demanding, and he tried to be as welcoming as he could. Still, he’d hate to have as much trouble with this inter-dimension stuff as they had before. “And… where are your brothers?”

((I hope whoever is smoking weed in the bathroom gets caught and expelled because i am sick and tired of this whole floor smelling like weed))

((walking dead time))