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My Casey Jones costume for Phoenix Comicon 2014!  The shoulder and shin armor is custom made from foam coated with Smooth-Cast and painted.  I’ll be posting more pics with the custom hockey sticks I had to make to suit the Con’s weapons policy, as well as some close-ups of the mask and face paint! X)

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I STILL FUNCTION

((Hey, ya'll!!  I'm so sorry I just dropped off the edge of existence, the past few months were just a little hectic with school and life in general, but things've gone all chilly chill now that summer break's here.  

I'm soooo far behind on the show, the last episode I saw was the one with the dancing mushrooms... so I've some catching up to do XD  I can't wait to see the one that has more Irma in it, and more Spike, and more Casey, and and *stares off into space* +3+  

Today's the last day of Phoenix Comicon, so I'm not sure that I'll be making my full return later today or perhaps tomorrow, but return I shall! X)  

Cya later mah familam!!)) 

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((Alrighty ya'll, I gotta head off for a while, I might be able to come back on later tonight, but I can't promise xD;  So I made something of a dent in my list of owed replies, but please do let me know if I owe you something!  So if I'm not on later tonight, then g'night! X) <3))

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Bitten and battered, Casey is quick to roll away across the floor, though his heavy gear makes it quite a (loud) sight to see.  Sitting up, his attention darts to the fresh puncture marks on the thick leather of his hockey gloves before he tosses an indignant glare at the other, "The hell are ya, a freakin' cat or somethin'?  Turtles ain't supposed ta have teeth!  This one glove here's a vintage, y'know, they don't make 'em like dis no more!"  

Already feeling finished with his little rant, Casey leans back on his hands and makes a show of rolling his eyes exaggeratedly, the whites of his eyes pronounced against the ebony paint surrounding them.  "Ain't rocket science, bro, 'should be pretty obvious why I'm here.  Besides just wantin' ta ogle at dat ugly mug a' yers, I was thinkin' you might wanna come topside with me 'n see what trouble we could find."

Breaking and Entering (Open rp)

Without looking Raph felt two arms wrap themselves around his waist, as the thing push his body downward on the hard, cold surface floor. He let out a loud grunt in pain, despite any bruises.

The strange human was none other than Casey. Raph turn his head to meet the boy’s eyes. He growled in annoyance, while turning side ways to loosen the boy’s grip. Raph’s face suddenly turns a shade of red. He never liked for anyone to press their face upon his. It somehow made him feel all tingling inside.

He had no other choice, but to use his canines. Biting down hard on Casey’s arms. He let out a yelp letting go of Raph; getting an elbow to the stomach.

"Tell me something Jones, what made you sneak down here at 12:01.. Huh?"

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Straightening his posture gradually, Casey keeps a close eye on the older turtle, sensing something a bit... out of place with the other's presence.  Lifting his hockey stick, he slides it into the duct tape-woven sheath on his back before crossing his arms.  

"Reason for it?"  It's Casey's turn to finally smirk a little as he tries to subtly glance over the silhouetted mutant, trying to spot any weapons that might be out in the open for him to be aware of, only catching sight of a pair of nunchaku with faded orange wraps.  The youth shrugs with his reply, "C'mon, man, you look like you been 'round.  I ain't gotta tell ya how a two-bit low-life's brain works--more like, how it don't work.  They're a superstitious type, real easy ta spook when ya got 'em all excited in the heat of a fight."

Reaching up under his hood, he slides his similarly painted mask down over his face, the stark whites of his eyes framed by deep obsidian, "Think a' how they might feel when they manage ta knock this off my head... Only ta see the same thing underneath.  'Cept, dis mask can move like it's alive."  He lifts the mask again to demonstrate his point.  "Just a lil Jedi mind trick, ain't nothin' special...  But it works on occasion."

"So, ah... I did get a name.  Cuz I ain't gonna call ya Uncle."

Breaking and Entering

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Staring at Raph with an utter lack of sympathy, the teen nearly shoots soda out through his nose as he snorts and snickers at Raphael's strange use of phrasing, "Wide-tail awake?  You 'n your bros must have a lotta those ones, I bet."  

With a raised brow and a deadpan set of eyes, Casey doesn't appear to share Raphael's shock in regards to the ungodly hour at which they find themselves communing at.  He merely puffs his skinny chest up when the turtle leans closer, not about to be intimidated by him.  "Y'know, I'm startin' ta get the feelin' dat you ain't so happy ta see me, Raphie boy.  It's a'right, though, I get it--yous just been livin' down in da sewers so long, ya ain't got no manners as a host.  Or as a friend, really.  It's all good, though, cuz that's why ya got me, bro."

With a self-satisfied grin, Casey knocks on Raphael's forehead with his knuckles before stepping around the grouchy terrapin.  Standing at the kitchen entrance, the teen then stops and turns around, looking forward as if there's someone there in front of him, "Honey, I'm home!"

Taking a step forward and turning to look back at the position he was just standing in, he lowers his voice and takes on a persona that's intended to mockingly represent Raphael, "Casey!  So good ta see ya, bro!  Come in, lemme pour ya a cup a' joe, 'n tell me 'bout all dem two-bit thugs ya need ta stomp out before they march ta yer house 'n break your dad's knee caps!"

Again, he turns and takes his previous position at the entrance of the kitchen, "Gee, Raph, yous is such a good friend, I think I will!" 

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WA-BAM!

A dent would be in that door no doubt but the young turtle crashed to the ground and hissed out in pain, cleaning his leg. Well, one things for sure; if he wasn’t awake, he sure as hell was now. Letting lose a few small ow’s, Raph rolled on his shell as he tried easing the aching pain in his foot and leg, rubbing them gently. But quickly as the pain had hit, it soothed to a bearable dull as he finally stood up after being called naked by…

"Casey?" standing now on two feet, Raph arched a brow ride at his very confused friend. Naked? With that the hot-headed reptile looked down. Ah yeah. No mask, no gear; just a turtle.

"I gue—Hey wait a minute! Why the shell are you here at—" looks around and aha! A red ‘2:14 AM’ hung on the wall and beating out across the kitchen walls. He then glared back at his human friend.

"What in the shell is wrong with you?!" he gave a whisper yell. "I was asleep you no good, hockey skull! And now—thanks to you—I am wide-tail awake!" a small hiss as he leaned into the tallers direction.

"So for the love of all that is holey in your hole filled head—" a knock to the slimmers noggin for emphasis—"what. Do. You. Want?!" obviously a morning turtle Raphael was not.

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"JONES!" opens arms wide and embraces.

"HOLY SONUVA MOTHER—!!"  Casey makes a gagging sound as the air is unceremoniously crushed out of his lungs, his skinny arms uselessly flapping about.  "Dude—I dunno if yous is angry at me right now or if dis is an actual hug, but either way—lay off a lil!”  Despite his protest, the lanky teen somewhat returns the embrace, patting the other on the shell, “Uh oh, yous ain’t still on dem ‘shrooms, right?”  

It isn’t very long, however, until Casey gradually attempts to turn the hug into a wrestling match.

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A line of mischievous snickers trail Casey's decent as he rolls with Raphael's shove, toppling off the bed with a light thump.  Springing back up onto his feet, he's quick to return the punch to the other's shoulder without skipping a beat, "Yeah, man, ain't enough hours in da day for dat beauty sleep t' work any magic."

At the mention of their previous encounter with said thugs, the dark-haired teen's eyes narrow behind his mask with blissful anticipation, "Looked like they was gettin' ready ta move some heavy cargo, man.  From the looks a' how them crates were labeled, I'm thinkin' they were packin' all kinds a heat 'n ammunition in 'em.  Which probably means we'll be goin' up against bullets ourselves--you sure your shell's hard 'nough for dis kind a' fight?"  Aiming to get his partner in crime pumped up and ready for the dangerous night ahead of them, Casey thumps the flat of his fist against Raphael's chest plate, his eyes wild with psychotic excitement for the trouble they're about to seek out.  

"Pssst... Raph! Yo, man, wake up!" Casey looks down at the slumbering turtle, standing over his bed at two in the morning. "C'mon, man, sleep is for th' weak, let's blow dis joint 'n find some trouble!" Reaching down, he flicks at the side of Raph's head, then puts his hand over the ninja's beak, blocking his mouth and nostrils from taking in air. "Wakey wakeyyyy~"

Raph gripped his drumsticks and pounded away on the drum set, his rhythm having the audience on their feet. The lead singer spun around and pointed a finger at the turtle. “Raphael! Show em what cha got!” The turtle picked up the pace, his drumsticks flying at mesmerizing speed. Girls shrieked and called his name only to faint when he winked in their direction. As he was going for the big finish, he heard some yelling coming from offstage. A person dressed in black pushed through the body guards and attacked the lead singer, running off with him while shooting off a gun. The fans cried in horror as more men ambushed the stage. Then, two gloved hands came from behind Raphael, covering his mouth and nostrils. He couldn’t breathe. Raphael struggled and strained to gain control, arms flailing right and left, managing to connect with his attackers jawline.

Suddenly, his eyes opened and he was in his room, but he still couldn’t breathe. He felt something on his mouth and grabbed whatever it was in a death grip and pulled it away from his mouth. Gasping for air, he sprung up from his bed. That’s when he finally realized who was in his room. “Casey?! What the hell man?! Why are ya in my room?!” Raph looked over to his clock. “It’s two in the morning! Do you not know what sleep is?!”

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Meeting the girl's eyes, Casey finds himself taken aback for a moment, shocked at what he sees.  It isn't until she begins to speak that he remembers to blink--and to breathe.  The words that accompany her voice, however, leave him unconvinced.  He'll let it slide, though, if she doesn't feel like sharing... 

"You really gotta get out more, Red.  This stuff's gettin' too far in yer head, serious."  He attempts a smirk in return to her smile, though neither of them seem to be able to put a lot of backing to their forced gestures.  Shifting on the bed, he sits on the edge as he watches her adjust herself.  Raising a brow, he releases a quiet chuckle, "You don't really plan on gettin' back into that book after havin' a nightmare about it, do ya?"

Yawning widely, the raven-haired youth proceeds to pop and crack every joint that will allow it, his neck giving the loudest and most dramatic show.  After finishing up with cracking ever joint in every finger, he finally stands from the bed and casts another smile April's way as he walks over to her window, "C'mon, I got down the formulas for Wednesday's test, 'n we can go over it again tomorrow if ya want... Let's go out 'n do somethin' fun now.  C'mon, look--it's a full moon, ain't no one out on the streets... It's like the city's our private playground, we could do anything!"  

Returning to the bedside once more, Casey crouches down briefly to pick up one of April's boots before straightening his posture again, catching a hold on one of her ankles before shoving the boot into place on her foot, "It's too stuffy in here, you could use some fresh air, so c'mon."

Screaming Dreamer

The echoes of hydraulic humming and clanking metal feet bounced off the sewer walls with disorienting irregularity, seeming to pursue her from everywhere at once. Ducking her head and surging blindly ahead, April raced through the dank tunnels without direction, her tears blurring her sight as her gasping sobs rent the air. They had taken him from her. They couldn’t be satisfied with taking her father; they had to take sensei, too.

Skidding around a corner, she was met with a wall of Kraang. No… Raising her clammy hands, she backed away, her boots losing traction in the muck. “No! Stay away!” Her raw voice sounded foreign to her own ears—a product of panic and fear that she had never known before. Turning on her heel, she hastily bolted down an adjacent tunnel. 

This time she barely made it ten steps before a cloud of smoke erupted in front of her. Sliding to a stop, her eyes widened as she found herself facing a disciplined line of Foot ninja: Karai at their head. With a deceptively silky smile, Karai drew her katana and leveled it at April’s face, taunting lightly, “Going somewhere, princess?”

Slowly shaking her head as she backed away, April whirled and barreled down another tunnel, her breath now escaping her in shallow pants. She couldn’t escape. She couldn’t—! Suddenly, a hand seized her arm and pulled her sideways into an empty tunnel. Before she could shout in alarm or strike out to defend herself, another hand clamped over her mouth. 

"Shhh… S’okay, Red. I gotcha."

Twisting in the firm hold that subdued her, April never thought she would be so happy to see Casey Jones. Feeling the tension drain from her rigid stance when their eyes met, she nodded slowly, reigning in her ragged breathing with a concentrated effort. 

Casey smiled in reassurance, and carefully released her in favor of taking her hand in his, whispering, “This way. We jus—” Before he could finish his sentence, however, the blade of a katana ripped through his chest, and April screamed, staring in horror as a dark stain slowly spread across his shirt as he sagged forward into her arms.

"Casey! Oh my god, Casey!" Carefully lowering him to the ground, April’s unblinking eyes raked over him in near-hysteria as his face grew paler by the second. "J-Just hold on. You’ll be fine. We’ll get help just please—” Her words cut off in speechless shock as Casey leaned in and gently kissed her cheek. Snapping her eyes to his, April was perplexed by the lack of pain or fear she was expecting to sense in him. There was only a deep, pressing worry for her. Even as he went limp against her, that worry still persisted and enveloped her, but she thought little of that. She was too bound up in another loss.

"It’s a shame he had to get in the way. Our fight isn’t with him."

April’s eyes darted to Karai’s, fury and hatred burning in her blue irises amid the tears. This only seemed to stroke Karai’s satisfaction, and raising her bloody blade above her head, she sneered, “It’s with you.”

Then the steel flashed downward.

Jolting awake with another scream, April seized the first thing within her reach and clung to it with pale, clammy hands. Casey. Her distant eyes trained on his in disbelief, and she trembled faintly as she welcomed the vibrant warmth from his hands as it leached into hers. Alive. Still alive…

"It’s a shame he had to get in the way. Our fight isn’t with him."

…And she had to keep it that way.

Carefully locking her demons back in their box, she offered a wan smile and shakily lied, “This late-night studying is really starting to get to me, I guess. Had one of those dreams I failed trig again…” Hastily releasing his hands, she busied herself with scooping up her textbook and pouring over the next chapter.

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"Hey, whatever, man, it makes eatin' ramen a lot easier..."  Settling down again, the teen slouches on the couch next to the other, glaring at the ceiling as he recalls the day's earlier events once more.  "Man... I feel like a total wuss, I don't ever wanna think 'bout today ever again.  I just can't do it with rats, man, f'get about it...  Still, though... You don't think April saw me screamin' like a girl, right?  I mean, I don't care if you saw me freakin' out, cuz you know I could skin your shell if I wanted to 'n all."  He casts a sideways grin at the other, nudging him with his elbow.

"I’d say the same thing about yer front teeth being kinda apart, too” he replied, while snickering at Casey. “S’probably ‘cause of the whole hallucination from the fungi t’day”

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"……. What?  Whadda yous lookin’ at?  What’s with the face?”  Casey narrows his eyes suspiciously at Ellie.  ”You tryin’ ta start somethin’?  Ha?  You wanna mess wit’ dis?”  Spreading his arms out, Casey wiggles his hips as he bends his knees a bit and side-shuffles around the girl, lips puckered up as he furrows his brows in something a little too odd to be considered a full-on glare.

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Tinkering

A flicker of light bounces from a set of custom-made inline skating frames as Casey rolls up to the entrance of the lair, a brief gap of silence passing as he leaps up from the ground before grinding down one of the hand rails lining the stairs down into the main portion of the subsurface home.  Scraping his worn wheels across the floor, the teen continues to skate about in search of his right-hand turtle, his head bobbing a bit as metal music blares from his headphones.  

"Yo, Raph!  C'mon, man!  Gear up, let's go!"

Making a wide turn to double back and swing through the other side of the lair, the vigilante's eyes widen when he finds a purple-clad turtle to be unexpectedly standing in his path, his sense of awareness dulled by the music playing in his ears.  "Woah--heads up!"  The warning coming too late, Casey clenches his eyes shut as he smacks into the turtle, sending the both of them toppling over to meet the unforgiving surface of the concrete floor.  

Landing on the mutant with a grunt, though protected from the fall by his gear and padding--much of which has quite a few spikes protruding from it--the teen is quick to raise himself up onto his hands and knees, pulling his headphones off as he looks down at his unintended victim, "Totally did not see you, Donatell--oh?"  

Squinting his eyes down at the mutant turtle, he notices something a little... off about him.  Him?  Since when did Donatello look so... not-him-like?  Wait...

"You're... Lea 'n Angie's other sister, aren't you?"

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"Oooooh, you got a headache.  Gotcha."  Casey's eyebrows rise as he purses his lips, stalling for a moment before shrugging the other's concerns off, "Nothing's wrong wit' yer head, bro!  I mean, your eyes are kinda far apart, but--oh, I was talkin' about the overall shape, huh...  But, hey, maybe yous is havin' a headache cuz ya got your lil bow tied too tight?"

"Ugh, I have the worst headache ever, bar none"

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"WHAT?"  Casey turns and turns off the heavy metal that was blaring from Raph's boombox before returning his focus to the turtle at his side, "What'd ya say?  You have the worst head shape?  Aw, c'mon, dude... It ain't that bad.  Mostly."  A gap-filled grin accompanies the teen's snarky tone as he reaches over and pats the top of Raphael's head.

"Ugh, I have the worst headache ever, bar none"

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He has to get his head back into the game.  The whole game, every aspect of his life.  If he can't get his grades up, then he's off the hockey team.  If he's off the hockey team, then there goes his scholarship, there goes his college career, and there goes his plans for the future.  It hasn't been easy to get his mind in the right place, though, not with what his family's gone through since his mother left; he can't find the motivation to get his life back together, the way it should be. 

Yet here he is, out wandering in the night when he could be driving himself to set things right for once.  He could do it, if he wanted to.  He could do better at school, be a better son, a better person.  His anger, however, makes it seem so unappealing, somehow.  

He doesn't have the patience to slowly build things up again, he wants instant gratification.  Something that a petty thug or a vagrant mutant can help him attain.  

Pushing his mask down to obscure his features, the teen's traverse across the city's rooftops is brought to a pause as he spots a lone figure standing at the far end of one.  Crouching slightly, the vigilante quietly makes his way towards the fellow denizen of the night for a better look.

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There were days that Karai had to get out — not because she was restless, though she was, but because her father could become an oppressive force like a storm, the humid weight of his anger reaching every corner of every room. It helped that she was old enough to use training as an excuse to leave. Not that he often cared where she went. 

Karai was still bristling when she came to a stop at the edge of a rooftop, checking the alley for people — or mutants, or Kraang, or God-knew-what. Something inside her was tight, pulled to its breaking point.

She knew what she needed: Either a good fight or something — someone — to break.

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Show Me What Ya Got!

Perfection, precision, predictive, premeditated, predatory... 

Pretty boring.

The blue turtle's motions strike Casey as hypnotizing and lulling, which would account for what must be the fourth wide yawn he's had within the past ten minutes.  Nonetheless, the dark-haired teen continues to watch as the ninja practically dances across the matted floor of the dojo, only the faintest of sounds being made each time the turtle's foot touches down.  Maybe he can learn something from watching how the other wields his swords; similar mechanics could be applied when swinging a hockey stick around, right?  

A hint of a smirk ghosts over the youth's features as he pushes off from where he'd been leaning against the dojo wall, standing a few paces away from Leo as he brandishes his hockey stick.  Obsidian eyes watch the ninja in silence for another moment, tracking the other's swift motions.  Lifting his hockey stick, Jones begins to mimic the current kata Leonardo is focusing on, though his weapon grants him a broader reach.

A reach that turns out to be a little too far as his hockey stick swings around and is unwittingly set on a collision course towards the turtle's head.

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Casey's shoulders slump forward as he appears to deflate a little, rolling his eyes dramatically as he lets out a huff, "Aw, c'mon--who actually has time for that stuff?  I know how to do the work, it's just, y'know, between practice and other stuff..." 

Squaring a deadpan, completely serious stare on the girl, Casey gives his reply in a flat tone, "I'm out in the sewers and alleyways every night, fighting robot ninjas and mutant monsters."  He then shrugs and crosses his arms as well, mirroring her posture, "What's it t' you, anyways?"

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A frown appeared on Irma's small round face; she always knew there was a catch to her requests--especially when it had to do with her asking Jones.

"Seriously? Some of the work we receive are pretty easy to ace; what have you been doing this whole time?" She asked with concern; her arms folding over her chest.