Grim Surprises RPG

*Jade Green* · 01-12-2005, 12:04 PM

Larry’s Diner was a small but respectable restaurant in the Manhattan area. Open day and night, the diner proved to be an opportune place for groups to meet and simply hang out. One of these groups just happened to be the one that Alexandria Jefferson – or Xandry as she would rather be called -- belonged to.

At precisely 6:28 in the morning, Xandry wandered into Larry’s Dinner dragging her feet behind her. A single glance at the usual table told the young woman that everyone else had gotten there a long time ago. She mumbled a ‘hello’ and pulled up a chair. Almost immediately one of the waitresses, a Hispanic woman by the name of Karina, wandered up to ask her what she wanted for breakfast.

“Coffee.” Xandry quickly replied, “Eggs – sun up, flap jacks – buttered, hot maple, bacon – extra crispy.” Karina nodded and promptly left to make the order. Xandry watched her leave and wondered what the middle aged Latino must have thought of the group. After all, the gang had been meeting up at the Diner for years and the conversation had never been one that Xandry would deem ‘normal’.

Once Karina was out of earshot, Xandry looked back to her group and noted that they had already received their assignments for the day. “Can I have my assign-…”

“Here.” Pistol, a serious looking African American man set down a post-it note in front of her.

“…-Ment?” Xandry grabbed the yellow piece of paper and looked it over. “Ha-what? How do you pronounce this?”

“How’s it spelled?” Lauren, one of Xandry’s associates asked.

“H-A-apostrophe-N-T-A-A-N.”

“Ha-n-tān, maybe?” Suggested another member of the small group, an Australian man by the name of Marshal.

“You’ll know him when you see him, Alexandria.” Pistol replied pausing as Karina came with Xandry’s coffee. Xandry thanked the waitress and once she was gone, Pistol spoke again. “Just do your job.”

Xandry nodded slightly in agreement, but one more look at the assignment made her believe otherwise. “Wait, wait, wait. ‘Twelvth and Laird. Sewer’?”

Pistol took a moment to finish off his eggs before answering. “It appears so.”

“…The sewer?”

“Yep.” Pistol took a sip of his orange juice.

“…At Twelvth and Laird.”

“That’s what it says.” Pistol shrugged.

“Its in the sewer!” Xandry whined, “Don’t you know what’s in the sewer? Rats!”

“Oh, it’s not tha’ bad.” Marshal grinned mischievously, “I’ve ‘ad ta go in th’ sewers once ta collect th’ soul of a homeless bloke before. If you leave them alone, they’ll leave you alone. Wha’ you really need to look out for are…” He lowered his head and his voice, keeping that grin about him. “…The mutants!”

“Mutants?”

“Aye, mutants.” Marshal nodded fervently. “An’mals th’ ‘ave been mutated thanks ta human pollution. Jes’ think oh’ it… tiny li’tle pet alligators mutated inta giants… rats the size o’ a-…”

“That’s enough, Marshal.” Pistol cut him off, giving him a death glare.

“Aw, was just havin’ a bit o’ fun…” Marshal pouted.

“The rats won’t bother you,” Lauren confirmed, “And there are no mutants or monsters or anything in the sewers, only a few homeless guys.”

“…Right.” Xandry muttered. At that moment, Karina delivered her breakfast. “I think I’ve lost my appetite. Does anyone want this.”

“I’ll take it.” Pistol reached over and grabbed the plate as Xandry stood up. “Leaving so soon?”

“Yeah… I’m not exactly in the best of moods right now.”

“Suit yourself.” Pistol said and popped a piece of bacon into his mouth. Xandry paid for her food and left with out another word.

****

The mortal world has many common misconceptions when it comes to the word ‘grim reaper’; they think of a black-robed, skeletal figure wielding a scythe to ‘cut down’ your life, but this is entirely untrue. A real grim reaper appears as normal as everyone else.

Take Alexandria Jefferson for example: She is a slender, tan-skinned woman whom stands at barely 5’6” tall with drab, brown hair cropped at her shoulders and brown eyes to match. Aside from this, she has no other definite marks to define her, as her fashion sense hardly exists. On a normal day one would often find her in tennis shoes, jeans and a normal t-shirt; but perhaps this style goes perfectly well with the job description.
It is common practice in the grim reaper world to extract one’s soul right before one dies. It was a sort of courtesy, especially for the more violent deaths. This was why Xandry had to enter the sewers at 11:25 am, three hours before her scheduled appointment with Ha’ntaan. The Rat King.

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This is sort of a 'Dead Like Me'/TMNT cross over; however, none of the canons from 'Dead Like Me' will be used, (save for the gravelings). This plot, as you can already tell, will be different than others seeing as it is already definate that The Rat King will die. >.>;; But hopefully, it will work anyways.

Needed characters:

Michaelangelo
Donatello
Raphael
Splinter

and other TMNT characters.

Taken Characters:
Graysight - Jade Green
Xandry - Jade Green
Rat King - Jade Green
Leonardo - Azure Turtle

**azure turtle** · 01-12-2005, 01:40 PM

((OOC: This looks rather interesting... I've got no prior knowledge of "Dead Like Me," though. I'd like to RP as Leo, but only if my lack of knowledge won't hinder the RPG.))

*Jade Green* · 01-12-2005, 09:05 PM

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Originally Posted by azure turtle

((OOC: This looks rather interesting... I've got no prior knowledge of "Dead Like Me," though. I'd like to RP as Leo, but only if my lack of knowledge won't hinder the RPG.))

Actually... having no knowledge about Dead Like Me would be to your advantage since the turtles wouldn't have any knowledge about grim reapers.

**azure turtle** · 01-13-2005, 09:02 PM

((Hmm... Okay, here I go then.))

Leonardo sat quitely in his room, writing his thoughts down on a journal. He'd been feeling rather uneasy the last few days, and he couldn't seem to understand why. Splinter suggested that he was too stressed out, especially after his last run in with the Foot Clan. He sprained his ankle during the fight, and Don had ordered him to stay in bed as much as possible to prevent putting extra weight on the ankle and risk further injury. Don was kind enough to give him some crutches made out of salvaged metal, but they were uncomfortable.

The fearless turtle decided to take the injury with stride and use his new found free time to relax. But that was the problem. He couldn't relax. Mikey even gave him a journal to help sort out his thoughts and find the cause of his restlessness. Leo looked at the sentences he had written and sighed. He should be at ease, free of worries. But he couldn't ignore the strange feeling that something big was looming over the horizon...

*Jade Green* · 01-14-2005, 06:44 PM

Two days into her stay in New York City and Randi was already in trouble. It was a new record for her, not that the female turtle was keeping track. The problem had begun the night before when an elderly woman had, just by chance, glanced out of her living room window just as the young mutant entered an old apartment building near by.

Randi merely gave the building a simple mind sweep and upon sensing no other sentient minds, she went straight to sleep. She should have secured the area and inspected every escape route while she still had the chance; but in her exhaustion, the female turtle even failed to find a properly hidden spot to sleep in.

The turtle had failed to do a lot of things, and this is why she was awoken thirty-five minutes later by the loud noise of nearby doors bursting open. The elderly woman had called the police and now the police were between Randi the exit. Well, they were between her and the preferred exit; if she hadn’t been an opportunist, she wouldn’t have survived this long.

She made for the fire escape only to find that the window was jammed; another moment of struggling with it, however, proved to open it wide enough for her to slip through. “There!” A voice from below had shouted and Randi realized that in her hurry she had failed to look down. Cursing to herself, she reached for her hat only to find that she had left it inside.

If Randi had the time to muse as her hat flew to her hand, she would realize how truly grateful she was for her psionic abilities; then again, it was partly because of her abilities that brought her life to this point: alone, afraid, and in New York City.

“Halt!” The same voice from below shouted as a bright light flashed her in the face. Randi glanced down at the two cops below hearing one of them mutter about her ‘ugly mug’. She grimaced at this and looked back to the window just as the door to the room was kicked open.

Going back inside was not an option, and down was just as hazardous. Still tired, Randi had to think quickly. What goes up must come down; but what does it do, if it cannot go down? Go back up! The logic was flawed, she knew this immediately, but it was either this or attempt to jump to the fire escape of the neighboring building and quite frankly, she didn’t feel up to the challenge.

“I said stop!” The police below shouted when the realized that the ‘ugly’ culprit was now climbing up the fire escape. Naturally, she wasn’t about to stop; she heard another shout of warning and the crackling of a radio from the window and a new voice. “I’m on it.”

‘No you’re not,’ she wanted to say, and she was only partly right. By the time the police reached the roof she was already a roof down and running to the edge. As she reached it, she heard the sound of several gunshots followed by a sharp pain in her arm and leg. It was enough to catch her off balance and send her falling to the ground below.

Again, if Randi hadn’t been so busy trying to escape she would have been thankful for her power. She was able to slow the decent of her fall just enough to where her collision with the cement earned her only a few bruises rather than broken bones… or worse. After a moment to catch her breath and deal with the new pain, she pushed herself to her feet and looked around. In the distance, she could hear shouts and fast footsteps; she couldn’t out run them and she was desperate. That was when she spotted the manhole.

Retreating into the sewers seemed like a good idea at first; after all, she had escaped the police and, after about an hour or two of searching, she found a dry and semi-secure spot to rest and manage her wounds, (luckily, the bullets had only grazed her skin). The next morning Randi felt differently. Her body ached all over and she had no idea where the closest, (and safest), exit was; and thus, leaving her as she was now: alone, afraid, and lost in the NewYork City Sewers.

tmnt_forever_fangirl · 01-16-2005, 07:44 PM

OOC: I'll take on Mikey's part...Just ignore the fact that I have no idea what 'Dead Like Me' is about!

BIC:

Michaelangelo zoomed through the sewers on his new air-line skateboard that Donatello had built for him. Well...not just him. Don had made one for each of them. He was still getting used to the gravity changes on his.

Sure, he was worried about his eldest brother, Leonardo, but he couldn't stay locked up in the Lair, worrying about him all day and night. He stopped short upon seeing a fallen figure just a few feet in front of him. He slowed to a stop, jumping down from his skateboard and slowly made his way over to the figure, keeping his distance in the shadows.

A female turtle?? And by the looks of it, she appeared injured and scared. "Hey...you okay?" He asked in a gentle voice.

*Jade Green* · 01-16-2005, 08:37 PM

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He slowed to a stop, jumping down from his skateboard and slowly made his way over to the figure, keeping his distance in the shadows.

A female turtle?? And by the looks of it, she appeared injured and scared.

The female turtle's eyes had been closed until Mikey was about 15-20 feet way. Randi shifted a bit in her long, black coat and discreetely reached for one of her magnums as she glared at the shadows through her dark sunglasses. 'Great,' she thought, 'its just my luck that I'd be found by some sewer-dwelling, homeless man'. She immediatly scanned his mind...

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Originally Posted by tmnt_forever_fangirl

"Hey...you okay?" He asked in a gentle voice.

It was a fellow mutant, a turtle no less. Randi knew from experience that other mutants were often more dangerous than humans. She raised the gun, pointing right at Michaelangelo. "Who wants to know?" Identify yourself."

****

Meanwhile, Xandry's flashlight began to flicker. "Oh man," She groaned, "What now?" She hit it with the palm of her hand only to have it go out completely. She groaned, putting it back into her purse and placing her hand on the side of the tunnel.

"Eww..." She pulled her hand away, "Gross...!" Rats and roaches weren't the only disgusting things down in the sewers, slime was abundant too. "Why did Pistol pick me to do this!?" She hissed under her breath and began down the darkened tunnel again.

tmnt_forever_fangirl · 01-16-2005, 08:53 PM

"Meep!" he squeaked, a bit scared of the gun, then calmed down a little bit. A fellow turtle who carries a gun? Convienient....

He shook his head, reaching up to rub the back of his head with his free hand. "Don't shoot, please!" he pleaded, giving her a pleading smile. He stepped out of the shadows to reveal himself.

"My name's Michaelangelo, but you can call me Mike...or Mikey," he paused. "You don't look so good..." he added.

*Jade Green* · 01-16-2005, 09:11 PM

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"Meep!" he squeaked, a bit scared of the gun, then calmed down a little bit. A fellow turtle who carries a gun? Convienient....

'Did he just 'meep'?' She thought, with a slight scoff and kept her gun on him.

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He shook his head, reaching up to rub the back of his head with his free hand. "Don't shoot, please!" he pleaded, giving her a pleading smile. He stepped out of the shadows to reveal himself.

She gnashed her teeth together and glared just over the rim of her sunglasses at him. Thankfully, it was too dark for him to see the color of her eyes. "I said identify yourself, sol-..." Randi shook her head slightly, she had almost said 'soldier'!

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"My name's Michaelangelo, but you can call me Mike...or Mikey," he paused. "You don't look so good..." he added.

Well, his manner was most definately not 'military' and he was telling the truth; she allowed herself to delve a little deeper into his mind. He wasn't part of the Mutant Militia; in fact, Randi doubted he had even heard of them or the Benning Islands. With another scoff, she put her gun back into its holster; this Michaelangelo would have been a waist of a good bullet anyways. "Yeah well, you're not such a looker yourself..."

tmnt_forever_fangirl · 01-16-2005, 09:23 PM

Mikey blinked a couple of times at the statement. Dude, what is this chick? Is she tryin' to be the female version of Raph? She's sure living up to the title!

He stared at her. "What's that supposed to mean?" he asked in a sarcastic tone of voice, shifting his skateboard to his other arm.

*Jade Green* · 01-16-2005, 10:15 PM

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Originally Posted by tmnt_forever_fangirl

Mikey blinked a couple of times at the statement. Dude, what is this chick? Is she tryin' to be the female version of Raph? She's sure living up to the title!

He stared at her. "What's that supposed to mean?" he asked in a sarcastic tone of voice, shifting his skateboard to his other arm.

[OOC: Ah yes, I forgot to mention that I was thinking that the turtles would be about 19-21 in this]

Randi scoffed, muttering something under her breath and pushed herself off of the ground to stand up. "Just a joke..." She hadn't fully pulled herself out of his mind when he thought of Raphael and so she gazed over the rim of the shades again, giving him a funny look. She was tempted to ask him, but doing so would most likely wierd the guy out. "The name's Randi by the way."

tmnt_forever_fangirl · 01-17-2005, 12:00 AM

"Randi, huh? Cute name," Mikey smiled. "But, seriously...you need to get those injuries looked at fast. My bro, Donny, could fix you up quick!" He suggested, holding his hand out for hers.

*Jade Green* · 01-17-2005, 12:25 AM

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Originally Posted by tmnt_forever_fangirl

"Randi, huh? Cute name," Mikey smiled. "But, seriously...you need to get those injuries looked at fast. My bro, Donny, could fix you up quick!" He suggested, holding his hand out for hers.

"I'm just a little bruised up..." She muttered rubbing the back of her head, "That's all." This of course, was a blantant lie. Her entire right arm and leg were badly bruised due to the fall, but her long coat and the lack of light hid most of this fact. Aside from that, she had the bullet wounds which she had already bandaged; then again, having someone else bandage them for her might be of help. "...but I wouldn't mind a... cleaner plade to rest for a while."

**azure turtle** · 01-17-2005, 05:47 PM

Leo sighed as he sat in front of the television, wondering why he was so horrible at videogames. Don and Raph had convinced him to get out of his "stuffy" room and do something fun for a change. So he hobbled into the living room on his homemade crutches, wondering what kind of "fun" he was in store for. Of course, his brothers' definition of fun turned out to be playing a game of Mario Kart.

"Ha! I gotcha again, Leo!" Raph yelled in glee.

Leo frowned as his racing kart was hit with yet another bomb. It would be much easier to escape from his brother's wrath if his racing kart would stop driving in reverse. "I really don't what I'm doing. Why is Mario going backwards?" Leo wondered out loud.

"Err... You're pressing the wrong button, bro." chuckled Don.

Leo shook his head. "Shouldn't you guys get Mikey to play this? I'm sure he's much better than I am."

"Mikey went out for a little sewer thrashin'," Raph responded. His tongue was hanging out slightly to the side as he concentrated on the videogame. "He'll be back sooner or later. But I've gotta admit... destroying your car is much more fun than destroying Mikey's." Raph grinned mischievously.

"Ha, ha." Leo's voice dripped with sarcasm. Although he found the videogame frustrating, it did manage to take his mind off of things. Maybe with a bit more practice, he could even get as good as Raph someday... but with Leo driving backwards, that day wouldn't be coming any time soon.

*Jade Green* · 01-18-2005, 08:03 AM

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"Eww..." She pulled her hand away, "Gross...!" Rats and roaches weren't the only disgusting things down in the sewers, slime was abundant too. "Why did Pistol pick me to do this!?" She hissed under her breath and began down the darkened tunnel again.

After a collection of several more minutes, the Grim Reapress was begining to get a little worried. Xandry had begun her journey by climbing down in the safest manhole near her appointment, (to take a page from Limoney Snicket, 'safest' in this scentence means, 'a manhole that would not be easily seen by others'), and began in the direction that she believed to be where Twelvth and Laird was; but now she was a little afraid that she had gone the other way. "Oh man..." Maybe she should have asked Pistol or Marshal to come with her on this one. Someone's company was better than no one's. Well, Xandry had to admit that if anything came out of this experience it was that hse was no longer scared of rats.

"Squeek!"

"Ieeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Well, maybe not.

Xandry leapt back what felt to her like several feet, (it was, in fact, barely three), and continued to scream. Apparently, she was only 'not scared' of rats when the rats actually kept her distance unlike the albino-like one she had just stepped on. The white rat in question sat up on its hind legs and sniffed the air.

tmnt_forever_fangirl · 01-18-2005, 01:37 PM

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"I'm just a little bruised up..." She muttered rubbing the back of her head, "That's all." This of course, was a blantant lie. Her entire right arm and leg were badly bruised due to the fall, but her long coat and the lack of light hid most of this fact. Aside from that, she had the bullet wounds which she had already bandaged; then again, having someone else bandage them for her might be of help. "...but I wouldn't mind a... cleaner plade to rest for a while."

Mikey took her hand and helped her stand up. "Come on, Randi. I'll take you to the Lair. You can rest on the couch while I find Donny."

*Jade Green* · 01-18-2005, 04:17 PM

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Mikey took her hand and helped her stand up. "Come on, Randi. I'll take you to the Lair. You can rest on the couch while I find Donny."

Randi was already standing up, so instead of 'helping her up' he was, in actuallity, guiding her towards the right direction. She let him for a moment or two and then curled her fingers free from his. "I'm fine, I just need some-..."

"Ieeeeeeeee!"

"...rest?" She peered down the tunnel the two had come from. "D'you hear that?"

tmnt_forever_fangirl · 01-24-2005, 06:27 PM

Mikey looked a bit startled, upon hearing the shriek as well. "You heard it, too?" he asked softly, glancing around their surroundings.

-Savannah- · 01-24-2005, 07:07 PM

-This looks very fun! Consider in me joining as another female turtle that I created, and such and such?-

A dark figure cowered in the city's dark alleyways, waiting for a chance to escape the dangers of the outside world. She was a surprisingly another female mutant, except maybe a little bit shorter. Wearing a beaded-style bandana, arm bands and leg bands that had a ancient Japanese symbol upon them, and a twosome of curved blade weapons at her side. All her wears were fashioned in a burgandy color, representing her fiery attitude, and your-messin'-with-a-lethal-weapon-here look.

*Jade Green* · 01-24-2005, 10:19 PM

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Originally Posted by tmnt_forever_fangirl

Mikey looked a bit startled, upon hearing the shriek as well. "You heard it, too?" he asked softly, glancing around their surroundings.

Randi's frown deepened. "Well," said she, "At least I know that if you heard it then... ah, never mind... I'm going to find out what who was." All thoughts of rest and her wounds seemed to have been forgotten as she began down the tunnel towards the scream.

Meanwhile, Xandry looked at her watch, one hour left. "Oh man... I'll never find this guy..."

01-12-2005, 12:04 PM	#1
Jade Green ReyeJaye Join Date: Sep 2002 Posts: 3,873	Grim Surprises RPG Larry’s Diner was a small but respectable restaurant in the Manhattan area. Open day and night, the diner proved to be an opportune place for groups to meet and simply hang out. One of these groups just happened to be the one that Alexandria Jefferson – or Xandry as she would rather be called -- belonged to. At precisely 6:28 in the morning, Xandry wandered into Larry’s Dinner dragging her feet behind her. A single glance at the usual table told the young woman that everyone else had gotten there a long time ago. She mumbled a ‘hello’ and pulled up a chair. Almost immediately one of the waitresses, a Hispanic woman by the name of Karina, wandered up to ask her what she wanted for breakfast. “Coffee.” Xandry quickly replied, “Eggs – sun up, flap jacks – buttered, hot maple, bacon – extra crispy.” Karina nodded and promptly left to make the order. Xandry watched her leave and wondered what the middle aged Latino must have thought of the group. After all, the gang had been meeting up at the Diner for years and the conversation had never been one that Xandry would deem ‘normal’. Once Karina was out of earshot, Xandry looked back to her group and noted that they had already received their assignments for the day. “Can I have my assign-…” “Here.” Pistol, a serious looking African American man set down a post-it note in front of her. “…-Ment?” Xandry grabbed the yellow piece of paper and looked it over. “Ha-what? How do you pronounce this?” “How’s it spelled?” Lauren, one of Xandry’s associates asked. “H-A-apostrophe-N-T-A-A-N.” “Ha-n-tān, maybe?” Suggested another member of the small group, an Australian man by the name of Marshal. “You’ll know him when you see him, Alexandria.” Pistol replied pausing as Karina came with Xandry’s coffee. Xandry thanked the waitress and once she was gone, Pistol spoke again. “Just do your job.” Xandry nodded slightly in agreement, but one more look at the assignment made her believe otherwise. “Wait, wait, wait. ‘Twelvth and Laird. Sewer’?” Pistol took a moment to finish off his eggs before answering. “It appears so.” “…The sewer?” “Yep.” Pistol took a sip of his orange juice. “…At Twelvth and Laird.” “That’s what it says.” Pistol shrugged. “Its in the sewer!” Xandry whined, “Don’t you know what’s in the sewer? Rats!” “Oh, it’s not tha’ bad.” Marshal grinned mischievously, “I’ve ‘ad ta go in th’ sewers once ta collect th’ soul of a homeless bloke before. If you leave them alone, they’ll leave you alone. Wha’ you really need to look out for are…” He lowered his head and his voice, keeping that grin about him. “…The mutants!” “Mutants?” “Aye, mutants.” Marshal nodded fervently. “An’mals th’ ‘ave been mutated thanks ta human pollution. Jes’ think oh’ it… tiny li’tle pet alligators mutated inta giants… rats the size o’ a-…” “That’s enough, Marshal.” Pistol cut him off, giving him a death glare. “Aw, was just havin’ a bit o’ fun…” Marshal pouted. “The rats won’t bother you,” Lauren confirmed, “And there are no mutants or monsters or anything in the sewers, only a few homeless guys.” “…Right.” Xandry muttered. At that moment, Karina delivered her breakfast. “I think I’ve lost my appetite. Does anyone want this.” “I’ll take it.” Pistol reached over and grabbed the plate as Xandry stood up. “Leaving so soon?” “Yeah… I’m not exactly in the best of moods right now.” “Suit yourself.” Pistol said and popped a piece of bacon into his mouth. Xandry paid for her food and left with out another word. **** The mortal world has many common misconceptions when it comes to the word ‘grim reaper’; they think of a black-robed, skeletal figure wielding a scythe to ‘cut down’ your life, but this is entirely untrue. A real grim reaper appears as normal as everyone else. Take Alexandria Jefferson for example: She is a slender, tan-skinned woman whom stands at barely 5’6” tall with drab, brown hair cropped at her shoulders and brown eyes to match. Aside from this, she has no other definite marks to define her, as her fashion sense hardly exists. On a normal day one would often find her in tennis shoes, jeans and a normal t-shirt; but perhaps this style goes perfectly well with the job description. It is common practice in the grim reaper world to extract one’s soul right before one dies. It was a sort of courtesy, especially for the more violent deaths. This was why Xandry had to enter the sewers at 11:25 am, three hours before her scheduled appointment with Ha’ntaan. The Rat King. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- This is sort of a 'Dead Like Me'/TMNT cross over; however, none of the canons from 'Dead Like Me' will be used, (save for the gravelings). This plot, as you can already tell, will be different than others seeing as it is already definate that The Rat King will die. >.>;; But hopefully, it will work anyways. Needed characters: Michaelangelo Donatello Raphael Splinter and other TMNT characters. Taken Characters: Graysight - Jade Green Xandry - Jade Green Rat King - Jade Green Leonardo - Azure Turtle Last edited by Jade Green; 01-14-2005 at 01:19 PM.

01-12-2005, 01:40 PM	#2
azure turtle Mango Lovin' Mutant Join Date: Feb 2002 Location: Los Angeles Posts: 9,453	((OOC: This looks rather interesting... I've got no prior knowledge of "Dead Like Me," though. I'd like to RP as Leo, but only if my lack of knowledge won't hinder the RPG.)) __________________ "God, I love being a turtle!" Want to meet the only blue ninja turtle in existence? Come visit me at my Lair!

01-13-2005, 09:02 PM	#4
azure turtle Mango Lovin' Mutant Join Date: Feb 2002 Location: Los Angeles Posts: 9,453	((Hmm... Okay, here I go then.)) Leonardo sat quitely in his room, writing his thoughts down on a journal. He'd been feeling rather uneasy the last few days, and he couldn't seem to understand why. Splinter suggested that he was too stressed out, especially after his last run in with the Foot Clan. He sprained his ankle during the fight, and Don had ordered him to stay in bed as much as possible to prevent putting extra weight on the ankle and risk further injury. Don was kind enough to give him some crutches made out of salvaged metal, but they were uncomfortable. The fearless turtle decided to take the injury with stride and use his new found free time to relax. But that was the problem. He couldn't relax. Mikey even gave him a journal to help sort out his thoughts and find the cause of his restlessness. Leo looked at the sentences he had written and sighed. He should be at ease, free of worries. But he couldn't ignore the strange feeling that something big was looming over the horizon... __________________ "God, I love being a turtle!" Want to meet the only blue ninja turtle in existence? Come visit me at my Lair!

01-14-2005, 06:44 PM	#5
Jade Green ReyeJaye Join Date: Sep 2002 Posts: 3,873	Enter Randi Two days into her stay in New York City and Randi was already in trouble. It was a new record for her, not that the female turtle was keeping track. The problem had begun the night before when an elderly woman had, just by chance, glanced out of her living room window just as the young mutant entered an old apartment building near by. Randi merely gave the building a simple mind sweep and upon sensing no other sentient minds, she went straight to sleep. She should have secured the area and inspected every escape route while she still had the chance; but in her exhaustion, the female turtle even failed to find a properly hidden spot to sleep in. The turtle had failed to do a lot of things, and this is why she was awoken thirty-five minutes later by the loud noise of nearby doors bursting open. The elderly woman had called the police and now the police were between Randi the exit. Well, they were between her and the preferred exit; if she hadn’t been an opportunist, she wouldn’t have survived this long. She made for the fire escape only to find that the window was jammed; another moment of struggling with it, however, proved to open it wide enough for her to slip through. “There!” A voice from below had shouted and Randi realized that in her hurry she had failed to look down. Cursing to herself, she reached for her hat only to find that she had left it inside. If Randi had the time to muse as her hat flew to her hand, she would realize how truly grateful she was for her psionic abilities; then again, it was partly because of her abilities that brought her life to this point: alone, afraid, and in New York City. “Halt!” The same voice from below shouted as a bright light flashed her in the face. Randi glanced down at the two cops below hearing one of them mutter about her ‘ugly mug’. She grimaced at this and looked back to the window just as the door to the room was kicked open. Going back inside was not an option, and down was just as hazardous. Still tired, Randi had to think quickly. What goes up must come down; but what does it do, if it cannot go down? Go back up! The logic was flawed, she knew this immediately, but it was either this or attempt to jump to the fire escape of the neighboring building and quite frankly, she didn’t feel up to the challenge. “I said stop!” The police below shouted when the realized that the ‘ugly’ culprit was now climbing up the fire escape. Naturally, she wasn’t about to stop; she heard another shout of warning and the crackling of a radio from the window and a new voice. “I’m on it.” ‘No you’re not,’ she wanted to say, and she was only partly right. By the time the police reached the roof she was already a roof down and running to the edge. As she reached it, she heard the sound of several gunshots followed by a sharp pain in her arm and leg. It was enough to catch her off balance and send her falling to the ground below. Again, if Randi hadn’t been so busy trying to escape she would have been thankful for her power. She was able to slow the decent of her fall just enough to where her collision with the cement earned her only a few bruises rather than broken bones… or worse. After a moment to catch her breath and deal with the new pain, she pushed herself to her feet and looked around. In the distance, she could hear shouts and fast footsteps; she couldn’t out run them and she was desperate. That was when she spotted the manhole. Retreating into the sewers seemed like a good idea at first; after all, she had escaped the police and, after about an hour or two of searching, she found a dry and semi-secure spot to rest and manage her wounds, (luckily, the bullets had only grazed her skin). The next morning Randi felt differently. Her body ached all over and she had no idea where the closest, (and safest), exit was; and thus, leaving her as she was now: alone, afraid, and lost in the NewYork City Sewers.

01-16-2005, 07:44 PM	#6
tmnt_forever_fangirl Stone Warrior Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: Somewhere in Amity Park... Posts: 924	OOC: I'll take on Mikey's part...Just ignore the fact that I have no idea what 'Dead Like Me' is about! BIC: Michaelangelo zoomed through the sewers on his new air-line skateboard that Donatello had built for him. Well...not just him. Don had made one for each of them. He was still getting used to the gravity changes on his. Sure, he was worried about his eldest brother, Leonardo, but he couldn't stay locked up in the Lair, worrying about him all day and night. He stopped short upon seeing a fallen figure just a few feet in front of him. He slowed to a stop, jumping down from his skateboard and slowly made his way over to the figure, keeping his distance in the shadows. A female turtle?? And by the looks of it, she appeared injured and scared. "Hey...you okay?" He asked in a gentle voice. __________________ -Anti-Cosmo fan!! Wanda: You don't think...? Cosmo: I never think! Cosmo: [after fairy world blows up] I regret nothing! Cosmo: Revenge! REEVVEENGGE!

01-16-2005, 08:53 PM	#8
tmnt_forever_fangirl Stone Warrior Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: Somewhere in Amity Park... Posts: 924	"Meep!" he squeaked, a bit scared of the gun, then calmed down a little bit. A fellow turtle who carries a gun? Convienient.... He shook his head, reaching up to rub the back of his head with his free hand. "Don't shoot, please!" he pleaded, giving her a pleading smile. He stepped out of the shadows to reveal himself. "My name's Michaelangelo, but you can call me Mike...or Mikey," he paused. "You don't look so good..." he added. __________________ -Anti-Cosmo fan!! Wanda: You don't think...? Cosmo: I never think! Cosmo: [after fairy world blows up] I regret nothing! Cosmo: Revenge! REEVVEENGGE!

01-16-2005, 09:23 PM	#10
tmnt_forever_fangirl Stone Warrior Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: Somewhere in Amity Park... Posts: 924	Mikey blinked a couple of times at the statement. Dude, what is this chick? Is she tryin' to be the female version of Raph? She's sure living up to the title! He stared at her. "What's that supposed to mean?" he asked in a sarcastic tone of voice, shifting his skateboard to his other arm. __________________ -Anti-Cosmo fan!! Wanda: You don't think...? Cosmo: I never think! Cosmo: [after fairy world blows up] I regret nothing! Cosmo: Revenge! REEVVEENGGE!

01-17-2005, 12:00 AM	#12
tmnt_forever_fangirl Stone Warrior Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: Somewhere in Amity Park... Posts: 924	"Randi, huh? Cute name," Mikey smiled. "But, seriously...you need to get those injuries looked at fast. My bro, Donny, could fix you up quick!" He suggested, holding his hand out for hers. __________________ -Anti-Cosmo fan!! Wanda: You don't think...? Cosmo: I never think! Cosmo: [after fairy world blows up] I regret nothing! Cosmo: Revenge! REEVVEENGGE!

01-17-2005, 05:47 PM	#14
azure turtle Mango Lovin' Mutant Join Date: Feb 2002 Location: Los Angeles Posts: 9,453	Leo sighed as he sat in front of the television, wondering why he was so horrible at videogames. Don and Raph had convinced him to get out of his "stuffy" room and do something fun for a change. So he hobbled into the living room on his homemade crutches, wondering what kind of "fun" he was in store for. Of course, his brothers' definition of fun turned out to be playing a game of Mario Kart. "Ha! I gotcha again, Leo!" Raph yelled in glee. Leo frowned as his racing kart was hit with yet another bomb. It would be much easier to escape from his brother's wrath if his racing kart would stop driving in reverse. "I really don't what I'm doing. Why is Mario going backwards?" Leo wondered out loud. "Err... You're pressing the wrong button, bro." chuckled Don. Leo shook his head. "Shouldn't you guys get Mikey to play this? I'm sure he's much better than I am." "Mikey went out for a little sewer thrashin'," Raph responded. His tongue was hanging out slightly to the side as he concentrated on the videogame. "He'll be back sooner or later. But I've gotta admit... destroying your car is much more fun than destroying Mikey's." Raph grinned mischievously. "Ha, ha." Leo's voice dripped with sarcasm. Although he found the videogame frustrating, it did manage to take his mind off of things. Maybe with a bit more practice, he could even get as good as Raph someday... but with Leo driving backwards, that day wouldn't be coming any time soon. __________________ "God, I love being a turtle!" Want to meet the only blue ninja turtle in existence? Come visit me at my Lair!

01-24-2005, 06:27 PM	#18
tmnt_forever_fangirl Stone Warrior Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: Somewhere in Amity Park... Posts: 924	Mikey looked a bit startled, upon hearing the shriek as well. "You heard it, too?" he asked softly, glancing around their surroundings. __________________ -Anti-Cosmo fan!! Wanda: You don't think...? Cosmo: I never think! Cosmo: [after fairy world blows up] I regret nothing! Cosmo: Revenge! REEVVEENGGE!

01-24-2005, 07:07 PM	#19
-Savannah- Mad Scientist Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: Someplace or another... Posts: 1,366	-This looks very fun! Consider in me joining as another female turtle that I created, and such and such?- A dark figure cowered in the city's dark alleyways, waiting for a chance to escape the dangers of the outside world. She was a surprisingly another female mutant, except maybe a little bit shorter. Wearing a beaded-style bandana, arm bands and leg bands that had a ancient Japanese symbol upon them, and a twosome of curved blade weapons at her side. All her wears were fashioned in a burgandy color, representing her fiery attitude, and your-messin'-with-a-lethal-weapon-here look. __________________ ~Love was a gentle breeze, weaves it's spell upon your ♥.~ ((LeAnn Rimes, Can't Fight the Moonlight)) Last edited by -Savannah-; 01-24-2005 at 07:22 PM.