Well, another story idea has randomly appeared in my head, this time inspired by some songs. I'm so random sometimes.
Disclaimer: I do not own the turtles (sniff). I do own Rachel and Carla.
Rachel's POV
Five stories below, the city moved by, the people made small by distance. A slight breeze blew my jacket around me, making me clutch it a little tighter. My feet shifted carefully on their rain slicked perch. The rain had come out of nowhere, surprising me as I ran and leaped through the maze of rooftops that was above New York City. I moved my feet again, trying not to slip. It was easy enough to get here when it was dry, but everything was slippery with rain, and with the pavement five stories below, I didn't feel quite as daring as I had before.
"How're you gonna get out if this one, Ray?" I muttered. Would I have gone roof jumping if I knew it was going to rain? Of course! There was something inside me that needed the thrill of doing something dangerous, reckless, and stupid.
I stared down for a moment. Then, very carefully, I turned so that I was facing the building. I grabbed the edge of the roof above, and moved one of my feet into a new position...Oh, crud. My other foot slipped, leaving me hanging by my hands. One of my hands started to slip, and i quickly moved it to a new position. Then one of my feet found something to stand on, and I was able to climb a little higher. Very, very, slowly I pulled myself up onto the roof. I realized I'd been holding my breath, and let it out with a whoosh. Then I got ready for the rest of the wet, dangerous journey home.
Carla's POV
My sister was late coming home, as usual. She was dripping wet and panting like she'd run a marathon. She was also sporting several new scrapes and bruises. This was not unusual - my sister was a daredevil who'd try anything and usually ended up hurt. I stared at her for a moment. Her red hair dripped onto the floor. Her green eyes met my blue ones, sparking with defiance.
"There's a fresh towel upstairs," I sighed. "Surely even you know better than to go roof jumping in this weather." Sometimes I feel more like her parent than her sister.
"Caught me by surprise," Rachel growled back. "It looked fine when I left."
"What about the big dark clouds? Im pretty sure you saw those, Ray." I pointed out.
"So what if I did? It's more fun when it's risky," she scowled. She was getting into gear for a full blown argument. We argued a lot, my sister and I. We were born within minutes of each other, but we're like sun and moon. She's wild, reckless, and rebellious, and I'm smart, calm, and collected. All the time. Even though I'm only slightly older, I feel like her parent some times. Some days I feel like I'm the only responsible one in this family!
"I...I just don't want you to get hurt, Ray," I said softly. My sister's eyes softened a little, almost imperceptibly.
"I understand that, sis, I really do. But I can't stop doing this." Rachel said sincerely. I guess that's the best I'll get from her.
"Be safe, Ray," I sighed. She smiled slightly, nodded, and headed up the stairs.
Rachel's POV
I understood about Carla being worried, I really did. But I couldn't stop my rooftop running. In some way I couldn't understand, I needed it, the same way I needed food. I went into the bathroom, dried off, and changed into dry clothes. Then I started to treat my various cuts and scrapes.
I was an expert at this by then, I'd gotten hurt so often. Most of them weren't serious. I'd gotten them from slipping on the wet roofs. There was a long, deep cut across my forearm that looked pretty serious though. I hadn't noticed it earlier, but I don't know how I'd missed it. It was bleeding fast now. I quickly tore off a long strip of gauze and pressed it against the wound. It was soaked with blood within a minute.
"Oh, crud," I muttered, adding a few other words that I'm not listing here. I got out a bandage and wrapped my arm as best I could. Then I went back to the kitchen where Carla was. She took in the bandage, the blood on my hands, and the various other minor wounds across my body. She stood up and silently went to the sink. She soaked some paper towels with water, grabbed my hands, and started scrubbing at them. She didn't say anything, just scrubbed the blood away.
"Thanks, Carla," I said uncertainly. She just nodded. Then she got up and threw the paper towels away. I went to the fridge, got out a slice of cold pizza, and ate it without bothering with the microwave.
Carla scowled at me. "You need something warm. Warm up your next slice." I waited, hoping I was right about what was coming. "I'll make us some hot chocolate," she added, seeing my face.
I cheered. "Woohoo! Best hot chocolate in New York!"
Carla smiled and went to fix it. For now, our quarrels were forgotten.
This was more or less just to introduce my OCs. I'm warning you know, there may be some OCxTurtle. If you don't like that, don't read the story. Please review and tell me what you thought, but no flames please! Let me know if it's to long. Until next chapter! Bye!