Trying this out, it's an idea that I've had for awhile. Ok, so a lot of this is head cannon, so you might want to take a look at my story Rockwell's Story, you don't need to, but this is taking place after that.

Date: Sometime in December 2012

It is a very fortunate thing that I have found this journal, otherwise I may just go stark mad. Sine the turtle's beat Falco, my life has been better, as I am not constantly hiding in fear of him finding me, but I also have nothing to do. Hiding from Falco was my sole purpose in my...my mutant life. Now what am I to do? What can a roughly 6 ft ape achieve in New York other than be an icon of Hollywood horror? I'm not quite tall enough for that, besides, there aren't any particular beautiful maidens that I would want to take to the top of the Empire State Building.

Sigh. At least I can manage a joke about my situation.

These last few days I've mainly focused on getting away from people, for fear that they'll find me and also because their thoughts are overwhelming. I've set up something of a temporary home in Central Park, the only slightly quiet place in this city. And, I may as well admit, since this is my own journal, that I do enjoy the trees. I'm actually sitting high up in one as I write this. Getting up to the top was so easy that it almost felt natural to me. Great. I'm getting used to this. Well, one purpose in my life hasn't changed, and won't as long as I'm alive. I'm hungry. Back to robbing fruit stands or raiding dumpsters.

Later the same day, Dec. 2012

Well, I didn't find much, but at least I won't starve. I think I might make a temporary goal of getting these infuriating cuffs off. They hinder any of my attempts to move quietly, and are just an overall annoyance.

I can't help but keep wondering about those turtles, especially Donatello. I feel like I should apologize for what I did to him. At the time I was near feral in my need to escape, but looking back I should have been more rational. I wonder if...

Ergh! There are people under my tree. I don't think they can see me (it's really amazing how little people actually look up) but I can hear their thoughts. I haven't learned how to control my powers yet. The man is running a debate in his head about whether to take his girlfriend's hand, she's wondering why he doesn't already, and both of them are complaining about the cold. Huh, I hadn't noticed it was cold, but it is December, I suppose. Although most monkeys and apes (I'm not sure which I qualify as) live in the tropics, all this hair does help in keeping me warm.

Good, they've left. Thanks goodness these abilities only work in a short range. Now there's the matter of trying to get these cuffs and collars off. Perhaps I could find some tools

Yikes! I was scratching my face with my foot! Every time I get comfortable (in a manner of speaking, anyway), something happens to unsettle me all over again! How long will it take for this body to hold no more surprises? That's enough for today, I figure out what to do about these cuffs in the morning.

So, thoughts? I've had an idea like this for a while, and I don't know how I feel about posting this. Eventually I'll get to the turtles finding him again. So, please please please, R&R. Until next chapter! (probably)