goongalagirl

[goongalagirl]

“I’m sorry– I didn’t mean–”

“Shhh… I understand.”

Based off of this drabble here, and drawn to this song on repeat. I’ve been meaning to draw this for a while now, but decided to keep it in its messy, sketchy state instead of ink it. 

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“Whu--oh. Sorry, ‘m I in the way or... something.”

“Y’know… The little man would’ve loved this.”

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“Y’know... The little man would’ve loved this.”

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“AaahhUGH how much time I got ‘fore my insides turn out?!” she wailed, racing into the house and up the stairs, tripping over half of them on the way up and almost face-planting in the bathroom. 

She glares at the filled bathtub like an old foe, though, and doesn’t move, planting her hands on either side of the doorway. “Oh, nuh-uh! I ain’t doin’ another bath, D!” Because getting dumped with a bucket of water counts as “bath.”

"There’s a SECOND STAGE?” she wailed, rubbing the oven mitts all over her body in an effort to ease the itching. As if this wasn’t bad enough! 

Dragging herself to her feet, Cassie trudged outside and then tried to shrug out of her clothes. She got out of her hoodie easy enough, but then ran into trouble with the oven mitts.

"I can’t get ‘em oooooff!" she whined, pawing uselessly at her tighter sleeves. Biting down on one of the oven mitts, Cassie tried futilely to tear it off with her teeth, but the duct tape held firm. Taking a different approach, she flopped down on the grass and caught the mitt between her heels, attempting to yank it off, but only succeeding in adding grass stains to her jeans as she rolled around.

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“.....”

She flops on her back in the scum and folds her arms behind her head, closing her eyes for a spontaneous nap. The best kind of naps. 

“Nuh don’ wanna get Sensei. She’ll make me do katas.”

Donna rolls over, hugging Cassie’s leg and using her foot as a pillow.

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“What’s wrong with pizza-grease walls? It made everything smell like pizza. And anything beats Splinter’s incense candles. I have to smell my own armpits sometimes so I don’t gag.”

“Ever thought about making someplace more comfortable with stuff from home? That was the point. Better than staring at grease-stained pizza parlor walls for weeks on end. We already filled our arms with stuff before you came around, it’s not our fault that you showed up last.”

“And we didn’t know how long it would be before we kicked the Kraang out. We were lucky to win back the city as quickly as we did.”

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Cassie turns and scratches her head. Probably because of fleas more than confusion, honestly. “D? Yo, Donnaaaaa...” 

She pokes her with her stick. “...Didja get the rat?”

“Oh look. Stars.”  

Donna lies in the muck, twitching.

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“Whoa, chill!” Holds her at a stick’s length, and hold’s the paint can at an arm’s length above her head, so... pretty much twice Lea’s reach.

“The Jones doesn’t need to breath at least for a minute, ‘kay? Just let me back in when the Doc goes to... I dunno.. change her oil, or somethin’.” 

“No! This is not a ‘ye-hes’ situation! Do you want to stop breathing?!”

“Give me those!” Goes to grab the paint cans.

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“WHY? D’YOU SEE IT OR--?!”

Cassie turns on her heel and clocks Donna in the head with her stick, but knocks her out of the way of the hot wax. You go, Cass. 

Donna ducks the stick as Cassie turns.

“Hey, watch where you’re aiming that–”

And then she catches sight of the glowing button that Cassie’s stick hit when she slipped. 

Hot wax.

“Sewerapples.”

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If you could have gotten one more person on the space ship with you before the earth vanished, who would you have saved?

“Guys…”

“GUYS. ARE YOU HEARING A VOICE, TOO? ‘CUZ IT’S NOT THE SAME ONE I USUALLY HEAR.”

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What element(s) would you associate with Cassie?

“You mean like that zen-stuff Splinter’s so pumped about? I dunno… Is legendary sumpremeness one of ‘em? Or, like… super nova lava?”

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“Wait... She can do that?”

“...YE-HES.”

“…”

“Fine, but don’t go looking for me when she tries to suck you out the airlock if she doesn’t like it.”

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Cassie’s face goes blank, and then with an ungodly noise, she flings herself out of the algae pit. Slips and falls. Clambers back up. Skids over to her hockey stick and grabs it, slipping again when she makes a quick turn, brandishing the stick like a battle ax.

“WHERE?! WHERE IS IT?!? FREAKY, BUG-EYED, SOUL-SUCKING LITTLE--”

She leans over the edge of the algae pool and drops her chin on her fist, batting her eyelashes. 

“Do I look pretty?”

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“Ticked off? You sure you’re lookin’ at the same tag I am?”

“‘Cuz it’s a Cassie-Jones-improvement, if you ask me.” 

btw Cassie I saw those tags XD

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She leans over the edge of the algae pool and drops her chin on her fist, batting her eyelashes. 

“Do I look pretty?”

Coming to a stop near her fix-it pile, Donna grabs a handful of lavender sequins from the supply she was going to use to patch up her threadbare comforter and flings them at Cassie. The algae acts a bit like glue.

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Cassie breaches and slicks back her hair like it’s got a nice gel coating, squirting a mouthful of algae in Donna’s face through the hole in her teeth. 

Donna grabs a grappling hook as she skids past it and fires. It wraps Cassie’s feet, and Donna’s continuing momentum drags Cassie into an algae pool.

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"What if I tune the suspension for off-roading? And then airbrush flames?"