[There's pieces of glass and broken furniture everywhere. His shelf of weapons is toppled over, scattering weapons, and the walls are full of dents and holes. The stereo still blasts it's demonic ballad.
Raph stands in the middle of the wreckage, a chunk of glass in one hand, and several bloody gashes across his bicep.
He looks up at Don with a glazed expression. Stunned.
Then, he explodes.]
[He rushes toward his brothers with a crazed look in his eyes, still holding the piece of glass.]
[He has to say it again. Again and again until they get it through their puny little heads. This is his room! His space! Get the fuck out!
The way he moves, he's obviously drunk. Dangerously drunk. It's completely erased his inhibitions, leaving him with nothing pure, raw, overwhelming rage.
The back of his mind whispers You're not empty anymore. The way he bares his teeth almost looks like a grin.]
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Raph stands in the middle of the wreckage, a chunk of glass in one hand, and several bloody gashes across his bicep.
He looks up at Don with a glazed expression. Stunned.
Then, he explodes.]
[He rushes toward his brothers with a crazed look in his eyes, still holding the piece of glass.]
[He has to say it again. Again and again until they get it through their puny little heads. This is his room! His space! Get the fuck out!
The way he moves, he's obviously drunk. Dangerously drunk. It's completely erased his inhibitions, leaving him with nothing pure, raw, overwhelming rage.
The back of his mind whispers You're not empty anymore. The way he bares his teeth almost looks like a grin.]