Post by saralinda on Apr 28, 2010 12:35:30 GMT -5
{{Time Period for the Don/April: Could be sometime after "Homeless"? Let me know. I didn't want to merge with that thread.}}
The Backstory: Augie's Artifact
Time: Sometime in the past few months...
"Hello? Apriiillll? Where's my favorite niece?" There was no answer. The door swung open a little wider, ringing the cheerful bell above. "April?" August O'Neil poked his nose into the empty shop. Its owner might have run upstairs for a bit, or out to the dumpster in the alley. Either way, her absence suited the anthropologist's purposes perfectly.
"I know she won't want you here," he confided to the small brown box in his hands. "But I don't know where else to leave you at the moment." His face screwed into a thoughtful expression as he tried to determine which shelf held the most unloved, unwanted items. There was one dusty cupboard in the back with merchandise he remembered from his last visit, nearly a year earlier.
"You'll do!" April's uncle swiftly deposited his box on the shelf of the cupboard. He took a moment to trace a single symbol into the dust that surrounded it before stepping back to survey his work. A sound of footsteps above startled him; quickly he kissed his hand at the empty cashier's station and fled the shop, closing the door firmly behind him.
Months later....
Donatello wrapped the flapping brown trench coat more tightly around his body. He loved rainy days in the city. For one thing, the water felt good on his reptilian skin; for another, people were less likely to sheer away from you on the streets like you were going to molest them or something. The trench coat disguises made more sense in the rain. In any other weather they just made you look like a pervert.
He was glad to duck into Second Time Around, though. The wind was picking up. Maybe April would have some coffee made. Then they could put their heads together and try to figure out where the hell his family had gone.
He stepped through the door and shook water from his hat and coat.
"Hullo? April?"
The Backstory: Augie's Artifact
Time: Sometime in the past few months...
"Hello? Apriiillll? Where's my favorite niece?" There was no answer. The door swung open a little wider, ringing the cheerful bell above. "April?" August O'Neil poked his nose into the empty shop. Its owner might have run upstairs for a bit, or out to the dumpster in the alley. Either way, her absence suited the anthropologist's purposes perfectly.
"I know she won't want you here," he confided to the small brown box in his hands. "But I don't know where else to leave you at the moment." His face screwed into a thoughtful expression as he tried to determine which shelf held the most unloved, unwanted items. There was one dusty cupboard in the back with merchandise he remembered from his last visit, nearly a year earlier.
"You'll do!" April's uncle swiftly deposited his box on the shelf of the cupboard. He took a moment to trace a single symbol into the dust that surrounded it before stepping back to survey his work. A sound of footsteps above startled him; quickly he kissed his hand at the empty cashier's station and fled the shop, closing the door firmly behind him.
Months later....
Donatello wrapped the flapping brown trench coat more tightly around his body. He loved rainy days in the city. For one thing, the water felt good on his reptilian skin; for another, people were less likely to sheer away from you on the streets like you were going to molest them or something. The trench coat disguises made more sense in the rain. In any other weather they just made you look like a pervert.
He was glad to duck into Second Time Around, though. The wind was picking up. Maybe April would have some coffee made. Then they could put their heads together and try to figure out where the hell his family had gone.
He stepped through the door and shook water from his hat and coat.
"Hullo? April?"
