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.]]

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Otamamon's General Store

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Backdated to before the Lost in Translation Event

[brain_behind_purple]

[Donnie had liked working in the store the past few months. He only had to work twice a week, the Ninjamon he had to keep out let him keep his training on-track, and for the most part everything went smoothly.

He was a little stressed out right now though. Along with a recent personal issue, he was feeling sick and managing the job alone was not exactly fun. Honestly, he just wanted to pull a Raph and punch something. At least beating up Ninjamon helped him get some frustration out.

But right now he was just sitting at the register, twirling his staff around mindlessly. Bored out of his mind.]

[bigsoftie]

[Leatherhead felt paranoid that Donatello might have been onto something. He worried--no, agonized over the possibility of Donnie spilling something to Michelangelo. Not now, not yet.

When he first saw him in the store, his first instinct was to pounce the turtle and yell in his face. But he decided against it. Rather he would approach the turtle, nervously searching for eavesdroppers.]

...Donatello. I think we must talk.

[brain_behind_purple]

[Donnie turned around, not too surprised to see Leatherhead. He knew that the former mutant would come to see him sooner or later. His work shift wasn't exactly the most ideal time, but he had nothing to do anyways.]

Oh, and what about exactly?

[A bint of sarcasm was there. He knew fully well what this was going to be about.

[bigsoftie]

[He takes a moment to gather his thoughts. It wasn't gonna be easy. And thankfully for Donnie sarcasm is a new thing for the gator. He sighs, looking right at his feet. Stress made it hard to make eye contact.]

...we fought and said things we did not understand. I said things that did not make sense. I wish to apologize...and to make you understand.

What I said about Michelangelo...I care about him. And...[How do lie.]...I said things which did not make sense about him.

[brain_behind_purple]

Not make sense? I don't see how it didn;t make sense. [Smirkks lightly] You made your love for my brother perfectly clear.

[bigsoftie]

[He shakes his head. Oh god Donnie, what happened to you?]

No...it's not true...it's not...

[brain_behind_purple]

Denial is a sure sign of it. Please Leatherhead, I'm not stupid. I recognize all the signs. Stuttering, suddenly cutting off sentences where you nearly admit it, flat-out denial of the truth even when it';s obvious. [Smirk widens] Oh yes, I know fully well how you feel about dear little Michelangelo.

[bigsoftie]

[He didn't want to beg. He hated begging. But this wasn't some alien enemy...this was a friend, at least he thought he did.]

Please...don't tell Michelangelo...I do not wish to hurt him.

[brain_behind_purple]

[An amused chuckle] Tell him? Now why on earth would I do such a thing? Of course I'm not going to tell him

[He leans over the counter slightly and in a hushed but clear whisper, he says only one word.]

yet.

[bigsoftie]

[He stares at Donnie, clearly perturbed and upset.]

Please, Donatello...don't.

[brain_behind_purple]

Oh don't worry Leatherhead, I'm not going to do it now. I'm going to wait for the right moment. [He gets up and walks around the counter] But I can promise you that once that moment arises, I will tell him. But that's not the part you have to worry apart.

[He walked past Leatherhead before he turned back around. A dark smirk was covering his face, no trace of his usual kindness and good-nature could be found]

After all, you and him will probably ever see each other again once all of this is over. No matter what, any chance of you two being together forever is non-existence. So if I were you, I'd get over it. Because in the end, it's absolutely hopeless.

[He knew that what he was saying was cruel and heartless. He knew that he was most likely breaking the former alligator mentally. He knew that what he was doing was sick and wrong...

And he was enjoying every second of it.]

[bigsoftie]

[It couldn't be true. Donnie shoed him what happened in the TCRI building, he showed him to build his confidence...or did he? Was it just a ruse to knock him down? He trusted the turtle...and yet everything he said was probably true. What chance did he have of getting out, of getting together with the turtle?

But he couldn't face that possibility. No, he sacrificed so much for him. He didn't think he was owed Michelangelo's love, but he deserved a chance didn't he?

He needed to clear out these conflicting thoughts and emotions. He took deep breaths, remembering Squall's training. He didn't want to lose it.]

You are wrong.

[brain_behind_purple]

[His smirk only widens, clearly amused] I'm never wrong.

[bigsoftie]

You're lying.

[brain_behind_purple]

Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. But with the portal gone, it is almost impossible for anyone to save you. So most likely, you could even be dead by now.

[bigsoftie]

I have survived there my entire life. It would take more to kill me!

[brain_behind_purple]

But one can only last for so long, can't they? Even if your not dead yet in my time, you probably will be sooner or later. Eventually the torture will be too much for you to handle, and your purpose to the Kraang will be done. Well unless they decide to use the course for more experimenting, of course.

[He was fully aware that he said the forbidden word, and what was coming next. But this time, he was prepared for the head-grab and angry outburst. Oh yes, he knew exactly how to deal with it.]

[bigsoftie]

[His blood began to boil, vision going red. His eyes flickered to a pure white. But he couldn't let this Donnie win, not like this. He had to remember Squall's training and Magnus's advice. He couldn't lose control. He let loose an outrageous roar before beating his fists into the ground, rather than aiming for Donnie. Cracks appeared around his fists. He couldn't let Donnie win...]

NO...YOU ARE WRONG.

[brain_behind_purple]

[Just keeps smirking] What's wrong Leatherhead? Getting mad? Is what I'm saying angering you? Is that whole urge to grab me by the face and shake me like a rag doll just boiling in you?

Or is it that you know that I'm right? And your just frustrated because your afraid to admit the truth? Heh, I've never seen a bigger coward than you.

[bigsoftie]

[His breathing is shaky, his arms rippling with fury. He wanted to throw Donnie back and beat him into oblivion.]

Nothing...is true...NOTHING!

[brain_behind_purple]

But you don't know that for sure, do you? Truth is you truly fear that what I'm saying is right. That the Kraang will eventually kill you, that your pitiful excuse of a sacrifice did any good. but most of all you fear that you can never be with my dear little brother.

But then again, you already know that you have no chance with him. Why would a monster like you have a chance with a pure soul like Mikey? You don't deserve him, not at all. Isn't that right?

[The smirk on his face and the pure sadistic enjoyment and... cruelty within his eyes would send chills. Anyone who knew Donnie probably wouldn't recognize him, not even his own brothers. He was no longer the same Hamato Donatello. He had changed.

And he liked it.]

[bigsoftie]

[That was it. He could only hold back so much. Every sentence he said was a barb going into his soul. And worse these cruel things came from someone whom he trusted, the brother of the one he loved. And he just stood there tearing apart his trust, everything he believed.

Quickly he leaped up, his hands reaching for Donatello's face. He never hated someone so much before. He trashed his heart, his trust. His eyes went completely white, burning with blinding rage and streaming tears.]

I'LL KILL YOU!

[brain_behind_purple]

[Donnie let his face get grabbed, but unlike the other several times, he remained perfectly calm. No flailing, no panicking, just complete and absolute calmness. That cruel smirk was still on his face, even if it couldn't be seem.

His amused laugh at the threat could be however.]

Oh, your going to kill me? I don't doubt it, you could kill me with one snap of my head. But I wonder... what would Mikey think of you if he found out that you killed his own brother?

[bigsoftie]

[It threw him off how composed the former turtle seemed in the face of overwhelming brute violence. He stared long and hard, his breathing still infuriated.

He hated him, he hated him so much. All that went through his mind was some way to make him stop. The former alligator shook him violently, just to see if he could break his confidence.]