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Thirtieth Theory [Action]
October 28th, 2010 07:10 pmMy sons... MY SONS!
[Donatello stands outside House 55, his shell resting against the wall, staring into the fog.]
Someone help me!
[It's not real.]
NOOOOOOOO!
[That's what everyone has been saying on the journals. So Don doesn't fall into the trap, doesn't go into the mist. (Through the red lens over his eye, it looks like a spray of arterial blood. When he loses focus, he starts to see the red cloud with both eyes. Then he blinks and it's gone again.) But he doesn't go inside either. He can't walk away from his father's voice. Not even when the words give way to pained cries, not even when cold fear grips him as he realizes he doesn't know who needs help.]
[No one. It's not real.]
[Still, he can't bring himself to move.]
((Not marked as Voice because he isn't saying anything, but if you call him over the journals he'll answer. Stay inside tonight, Luceti...))
[Donatello stands outside House 55, his shell resting against the wall, staring into the fog.]
Someone help me!
[It's not real.]
NOOOOOOOO!
[That's what everyone has been saying on the journals. So Don doesn't fall into the trap, doesn't go into the mist. (Through the red lens over his eye, it looks like a spray of arterial blood. When he loses focus, he starts to see the red cloud with both eyes. Then he blinks and it's gone again.) But he doesn't go inside either. He can't walk away from his father's voice. Not even when the words give way to pained cries, not even when cold fear grips him as he realizes he doesn't know who needs help.]
[No one. It's not real.]
[Still, he can't bring himself to move.]
((Not marked as Voice because he isn't saying anything, but if you call him over the journals he'll answer. Stay inside tonight, Luceti...))
