October Jobs

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Greetings, Citizens of Terminal Tokyo! This is your local Trailmon Job Agency doing its monthly rounds! We've a lot of jobs to fill and more people than normal. Hope none o' you youngins were out here for a vacation! Man-- I remember the good old days of running free, yes ma'am. Now my gears are all rustin' and it's a hard to get on chuggin'-- but never you mind all that!

Since there's a lot of new folk around here I best get'ta explaining, yeah? Beginning of the month or so we post a bunch of jobs. We Trailmon spend a while setting 'em all up nice and organized for you lot.

All ya gotta do is sign up to do it. Remember there's limited spaces for each, so don't be riding the Slow'mon about it!

[[OOC MECHANICS: This is how it will work (we'll be doing it similar to [community profile] gargleblasted). Each number needed will be listed and it's first come first serve. Each character is allowed ONE (1) job, so please don't go signing up for more than that.

To get the job all you have to do is respond! SIGN UPS CAN BE FOUND HERE! Please respond with the CHARACTER JOURNAL of the character you wish to sign up with!

This is where all interactions will be taking place. There is a section for each job, and you will be allowed to set up further things as you like in terms of dates and times and who you will talk to.]]

Comments

[bigsoftie]

[Easy indeed. He grew so focused on violently thrashing Donnie that he barely noticed Donnie making his calculated move. Within moments he felt something sharp rip through his skin. His eyes flew open, shock setting his brain haywire as his arm grew wet.

His eyes saw that blood began seeping from the nice gash Donnie had made in his arm. Once the pain hit, he dropped Donatello. But that wouldn't stop him. Leatherhead, grimacing and shaking with anger, swung his good arm at Donnie, hoping to knock his lights out.]

[brain_behind_purple]

[As he was dropped, Donnie was instantly on his feet. He jumped as the attack came at him, using it as a chance to jab the blunt end of the staff into LH's throat hard and then in the chest, hoping to cause him to knock into the nearby metal shelf.]

[bigsoftie]

[The staff contacted his throat with a harsh thud, followed by the wallop to the chest. The force of both surprisingly propelled him straight into the shelf, but not enough to completely bog him down.

He rubbed at his throat, completely winded and aching as he choked down a painful huff of air. But the pain would not murder his resolve. He charged headlong again, seeking to pile drive him with his own weight.]

[brain_behind_purple]

[Again with complete calmness, Donatello jumped out of the way. He went over the larger human, landing a few feet away on the other side of the room. He held the naginata before him, examining the blood-stained blade and wood.]

Aww look at that, I got blood all over it. Now I'll have to clean it up. Good thing my shift ended 3.5 minutes ago. [Retracts the blade back ito the staff before placing it back into his belt.] Try not to leave your bloog everywhere... then again it'll give me something to do, so go ahead.

[He turned and began to head for the door, acting completrly casual. As thiugh none of the violence had occured and the blood on his hands and stadf was completely normal.]

[bigsoftie]

[Leatherhead didn't want Donatello to leave so soon. The former alligator huffed, trying to work through the pain of both his arm and beat neck and stomach. He picked up a metal pan, tossing it towards the former turtle. He never wanted to give up, not till Donatello was hurt.]

[brain_behind_purple]

[Whether Donatello saw the incoming pan or not, it didn't matter. He had already closed the door behind him, so the pan merely collided with ti and hit the floor with a metallic clang. Donnie had already blended in with the crowd, heading on home to wipe the blood off his staff.]

[bigsoftie]

[He couldn't even get Donatello. He couldn't even get one jerk in this human form. What hope did he have in Dimension X, what hope did he have with Michelangelo? It was all doomed to failure. He smashed his head against the door, crying out in a pained roar of anger.]