Let it be known that I am terrible at spelling :)
Like… horrible. And Grammar. Grammar. So the two things you need to be good at as a writer I'm horrible at. I should consider getting one of those Beta readers or something, like really.
But yes, as 'Like the Leaf' has made me aware, I spell Shacking and Shaking wrong.
My sister even tells me this! XD
Sorry for that guys. I really try to make sure I get it right but my mind just skips over that c sometimes.
If anyone out there is a good spell checker please let me know. I would love some help with these. :D
SUPER IMPORTANT IF NOT SAD MESSAGE (MUST READ!):
Everyone, I am sad to announce that one of the characters in THE HAND, will no longer be with us. As requested from the owner of this character, SEBASTIAN, will no longer be in this story.
I know this is kind of weird cause he has been in so many and it is just odd to take him out, but please bear with it. L I'll add a different turtle baby for compensation.
And please, I ask none of you be made. It is the author's decision to what will or will not be done with their character. And though I am sad to see him go, I understand.
So lets send Sebastian off with a big SHABAM!
And when I say that I mean it metaphorically. He will just be gone.
I was tempted to kill him off but… my heart could stand killing off an innocent little baby turtle L So We're just gonna say farewell.
But, lets get back into this story with some good old funny nonsense.
Nicole was pacing. Something that was never a good thing for Nicole to do.
"Tell me what is wrong." Arinna sighed when she returned home from shopping.
"I can't believe she would go this." Nicole was muttering, "I mean, I thought we were friends!"
Glancing at the high chair, Arinna raised her eyebrow at Picasso, who was eating his cut up carrots quietly. "Wanna fill me in?"
He simply blinked at her. "…Yeah didn't think so." Patting the baby's head, she shuffled around her friend to put groceries away.
"Zawsze mówię jej o nim też! To ja go nienawidzę! " Nicole screaming, throwing her hands up. "Zacząłem myśleć, że było super fajnie, ale nie, Agatha prostu musiał udowodnić mnie źle."
Michelle peeked her head in, eyes wide. "What in the world was that?" she gasped.
"Nicole." Arinna answered.
Confused, Michelle sauntered in, tilting her head at the fuming mechanic. "What is she- what is she saying? Is that gibberish?"
"Polish." Arinna corrected. "Her mother was from Poland."
"She is fluent in both?" Michelle gawked, "Fascinating."
"More like frustrating. She gets this way whenever she is upset and I can never try to calm her down because I don't know what she is upset about." Arinna sighed. "I mean, she has taught me a bit of polish." She shrugged.
"Can you figure out what she is saying?" Michelle inquired.
Arinna cringed, shrugging. "Well, maybe. She said something about Agatha a bit ago. I think Agatha has her upset."
"Agatha. Now why would she have her upset?" Michelle questioned.
"Who knows?"
"Istnieje wiele pięter w budynku! Dlaczego nie umieścić go na jednym z tych? Załóżmy, że podłoga mieć do czynienia z nim? Dlaczego moja podłoga w szczególności?" Nicole kicked the trash can.
Arinna says, "Please don't take your anger out on the furniture."
"Mój dom! Mogę wziąć go na to, co chcę Arinna!" Nicole countered.
Arinna blinked a few times, running the words over in her head, "I don't care if it is your house. You'll upset Picasso."
"Nic nie denerwuje Picasso.
"Eh, I agree with you there." Arinna nodded.
"What? What did she say?" Michelle leaned in.
"She said nothing upsets Picasso." Arinna whispered.
"Oh." Michelle nodded. "However, Nicole. What has you so upset dear? Perhaps we can help you?"
Nicole turned to throw her arms up, "Tylko w ten sposób można pomóc mi jest, jeśli przekonany Agatha przenieść tego małego szczura innym piętrze. Kładzie gnomów poza jego drzwi. Czy wiedziałeś o tym? będę mieć do czynienia z głupimi gnomów gdy wychodzę!"
"Translation?" Michelle pleaded for assistance.
"Spoke too fast for me to catch it all." Arinna clicked her tongue. "Something about Agatha again and some Gnomes."
"Gnomes?" Michelle was dumbstruck. "Wha- Nicole. Nicole!" she snapped her fingers to catch her friends attention. "I can not understand you when you speak like this. Can you go back to English please?"
Huffing a few times, Nicole circled the room before running a hand through her hair, "Yeah. Sorry." She sniffed. "Went a bit overboard there."
"That would be an understatement dearie. Leather Head and Elizabeth are too frightened to enter the room." Michelle motioned with her head to the door. Leather head and Elizabeth seem to be peeking in at that exact moment and flinched, ducking away.
"Oh." Nicole frowned. "I'm sorry guys. Really. I'm fine now."
"You spoke… strangely." Leather Head said, slowly creeping into the room.
"Polish." Arinna corrected again. "It is another language."
"You can speak more than one." Elizabeth gasped in awe. "Can you teach me too?" she beamed.
Nicole scratched her head, "Well, yeah sure. Another time though. I gotta focus on something else right now."
"And what exactly is that?" Arinna folded her arm.
"Yes, what is this about Agatha and some Gnome?" Michelle nodded.
Nicole rolled her eyes, "Okay, no. Not Agatha and a Gnome. Agatha and a guy who owns some Gnomes." She corrected. "We're getting a new neighbor."
A sudden tension filled the room. Worry began to pool in the other's eyes, "What kind of new neighbor?"
"A loud and geeky one." Nicole snarled. "The biggest dorks of all dorks! The largest thorn in my side! The very bane of my existence!"
"…Oh no." Arinna's face went pale.
"Oh yes!" Nicole faked a cheer. "Baxter. Flippin. Stockman!"
Arinna's hand fell into her hands, a groan escaping her lips.
"…Uh…. Who?" Michelle inquired feeling very out of the loop. "Bixter Stickman?"
"Yup." Nicole nodded.
"No." Arinna hit her. "It's Baxter Stockman. He hates it when people get his name wrong."
Elizabeth started to pull on Nicole's pant leg, "Is he a bad man?"
"Yes." Nicole paused, "Well, no. He is a big coward."
"What Nicole means to say, is we've known Baxter since High school, Elizabeth." Arinna kneeled down to pat her back. "He is an old friend of ours, but Nicole and him tend to not get along most days."
"All days." She corrected heatedly.
"He isn't that bad of a guy though. He just… He makes a lot of poor choices sometimes and gets pushed around a lot because he is smaller than most people." Arinna said sadly.
"And he is obnoxious, self centered, a know it all-" she paused. "Shall I go on?"
"No." Arinna grumbled. "And what were you talking about with gnomes."
"He owns them! Stockman wants to put those creepy gnomes outside his door in the hall. And Agatha is letting him! I even told Agatha how much I hated him but she said that I should give him a chance." She pulled at her hair, "There are only so many chances I can give this guy before I rip his head off."
"Nicole." Michelle scolded, quick to cover Elizabeth's ears. "I'm sure this Mr. Stockman is not a bad fellow. When does he move in?"
"Dead wrong there Michelle. And I'll prove it in a week. That is when he moves in." Nicole stormed out of the room. "You'll see! It'll be hell!"
Michelle looked to Arinna. She only shrugged.
"There have been many different opinions on Baxter." She sighed. "I quite like his company, but you'll have to see for yourself."
-00000 Next morning0000-
"Psst. Michelle." Arinna whispered, knocking on the other woman's door. Peeking her head out, Michelle yawned.
"What?" she asked.
"One, cute pajamas." Arinna said, "Two, you've got to come see this."
"Arinna, it is 7 in the morning and Saturday. Can it not wait?" the other sighed, stepping out in her pink footsie pajamas.
"No, it can't." Arinna tugged on her arm. "Just come see this." They ran back to Arinna and Nicole's apartment, tip toeing through the hall and into the living/dining room.
Nicole was sitting on the couch, a book in her hand. Yet that wasn't what Arinna wanted Michelle to see. Instead, it was who surrounded Nicole. At her feet, Picasso was resting his head on her foot, sucking his thumb. Nicole was gently lifting her foot up and down as if to sooth the child.
On the back of the couch, slightly hanging off it was Leather Head, curled into the warm of Nicole's back and practically purring.
Finally there was Elizabeth who was snuggling up in her arm, which Nicole had maneuvered so she could still see her book while holding her at the same time.
Nicole didn't even seem to notice that she was brushed a few bangs out of Elizabeth's face with her free hand.
Michelle glanced at Arinna, who was giving her the large and quietest squeal of joy she had ever seen. "Doesn't like kids." She mocked quietly. "What a bunch of baloney."
"Indeed." Michelle agreed. She suddenly lifted up a camera.
"Where did you get that?" Arinna questioned.
"A good photographer always keeps a spare strapped to their back."
"Really? That's a thing?" Arinna gawked. Lifting her hands, Michelle snapped a picture. Nicole's ear twitched and she snapped her head to look at them. Spotting them instantly, her eyes flared with rage.
They snickered, motioning for her to stay quiet, or else she has to deal with a sobbing Picasso. If there was one thing they learned, he was not happy when they disturbed his beauty sleep. "Why you little pieces of…" she growled, freezing when Elizabeth shifted. Not moving a muscle, she relaxed when she went still, but the murderous gaze Nicole was giving her friends was a promise of a slow and painful death later.
"Can I get that photo?" Arinna pleaded.
"Of course. I shall make many copies." Michelle cooed.
"Yay~"
0000-0000
"Leather Head and Nicole seem to be getting along better." Arinna noted. Pausing from washing the dishes, Michelle nodded.
"I assume it is from the whole 'Leather Head saved her life from a speeding van" debacle."
"Most likely. The only reasons she feared Alligators so much in the first place was because she thought she would get hurt from being around them, especially since she thought she would die when she fell into the alligator pit back when we were kids." Arinna mused, "I guess having one save her for once opened her eyes. But that is just a theory."
Michelle smiled at her from over her shoulder. "Oh, Arinna?"
"Hmm?"
"I thought you might want to know that I think I can help you with you unemployed problem."
Arinna perked up, "Really?" she asked.
"My work office is looking for new recruits and currently hiring. I talked to my boss about you and he said he would like to talk to you. Perhaps get you a job." She said casually, yet unable to hold the smirk that was etched in her tone.
The other gasped, "You got me an interview?"
Michelle nodded, giving her a thumbs up, "It took quite a toll of negotiations, but I did in fact manage to steal you an interview with him. It is not the prettiest job in the world, but it is decent paying. Think of yourself as an assistant."
Arinna pursed her lips, "Meaning I'm the one who runs to get everyone coffee every morning and copy their papers."
"Sadly, yes. Do you not want it?"
"No!" Arinna leapt to her feet. "I'll take anything at this point! Oh Michelle!" she lunged for her, swinging her into a tight embrace. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"
Michelle laughs and pats Arinna on the back, "It is no problem at all Arinna. Just make sure you do not insult the man. He is good hearted so I am positive everything will be fine."
"I will. I mean, I won't- insult him I mean. I'll be as charming as a new years cake!" she grinned.
"Uh… okay?" Michelle didn't understand the simile
0000-00000
"What are you humming?"
Michelle turned at Elizabeth's question. "What?"
"You are always humming a song. What is it?" Elizabeth asked with wide eyes. Michelle had left to check on her shop at this point and Arinna was placing Picasso to bed, leaving Michelle to watch over Elizabeth and Leather Head. Though Leather Head didn't really need a babysitter.
"The song?" Michelle looked away, "Oh well-" she turned to mess with a few books on the desk. "It is an old lullaby my Father use to sing to me every night."
"Your papa?" Elizabeth smiled.
"Yes." Michelle's heart felt heavy. "At times I find myself thinking of him, even if I do not realize I am."
"Are you sad?"
"Everyone is sad for the people they loss. Loss gives us the chance to have something precious. If we never lost, we would never realize how important the people around us were." She found herself saying, her voice distant and foreign.
"That was beautiful." Leather Head says.
Michelle chuckled a tad, "My Father told that to me once, long ago. I miss him greatly."
"Is he gone now?" Elizabeth asked, a small touch of a frown crossing her face. "Like mine?"
"Yes," Michelle moved around the table to place her hand on Elizabeth's head. "Both of our Papa's seem to have passed on. However, I shall tell you a secret my dear. To both of you." She looked to Leather Head.
"A secret?" Elizabeth's eyes grew wide.
Michelle nodded. "If you love a person with all your heart, they never truly leave."
"They don't?" Leather Head inched a little closer.
"Yes, fore you see, they live on in you. The memories you have of them are their eternal form. The past will always remember them, thus, they will never be truly lost." Elizabeth and Leather head smiled up at her, nodding their heads. "Now, up we go then. Time to clean the kitchen."
"Okay." They jumped to their feet.
0000-0000
"Hey Agatha~" Nicole said in a chipper tone, smacking the bell a few times. Stepping out from her office, Agatha, grabbed the bell to stop the ringing.
"Yes?" she sighed.
"So listen, my Brother called me yesterday and asked for a favor." Nicole announced.
"I wasn't aware you had one. How is your leg?" she glanced down.
"Good. Little bit of a limp. But yeah, I'm not exactly open about my family ties. Much like yourself." She continued.
"Fair point." Agatha nodded.
"Anyway, my brother asked if my niece could stay for a bit. He's uh… kind of having some trouble with the wife." She had practiced this so many times in the mirror she felt like a professional actor! "So I'm letting them sort it out without getting little Elizabeth involved."
"Elizabeth." Agatha noted. "How old?" she pulled out a notepad. "Will she be noisy? You know Mr. Fenricksen doesn't like when things are noisy, and I've already gotten complaints from him about your room already."
"Fenricksen complains if a mosquito hits his window." Nicole scoffed. "She is 5 and very well behaved thank you very much."
"How long will she be staying?"
"Unsure at this point." Nicole admitted. "You ever have a husband before?"
"No and I don't plan to."
"Hallelujah to that sister." Nicole held up her hand. Agatha high fived it, giving her a warm and throaty laugh.
"Now, when will this little niece of yours arrive?"
"Couldn't give me a better warning?" Agatha mused.
"Hey, what can I say, I'm a busy girl. Be thankful I remembered even this much." Nicole looked away. "But hey, you'll love here. Real nice, but shy. She is into that fighting stuff too. Might just accidentally beat you up." Nicole meant it as a joke, but at this point, Elizabeth might be able to actually pull it off.
"What a sight that might be." Agatha said with a chuckle.
"Yeah, a ninja child and an ex spy-" she snapped her gaze to Agatha's to catch any reaction. Agatha only blinked, a toothy grin pulling at her lips.
"Please tell me you haven't gone around spreading the rumor to Michelle. You've already told the entire building that gossip and they are starting to believe it you know."
"Well when you go kicking down people's doors, of course people will start to believe it." She reached around Agatha to snatch a cookie of the plate. "Thank you~"
"I have never once kicked down a person's door. I simply grab the keys from the back and unlock them."
"So you admit you sneak into peoples apartments?" Nicole sneered.
"Only if they are throwing noisy house parties." Agatha countered with a sneaky grin.
"….Oooh, you're good Agatha." Nicole waved her finger at her. Finishing her cookie, she smiled, "So Arinna's got an interview today."
"Oh really?" Agatha rummaged through some papers. "That is wonderful. I am glad to see she is getting back on her feet. Where is it."
"Same place Michelle works. She is the one who get it all set up. Hopefully Arinna gets the job."
"She is a nice girl. I am sure she will." Agatha turned. "Now if you excuse me, I have to go make some phone calls. Apparently there was some horrible wreck right outside the apartment a few days ago. An entire van was tipped over." Nicole cause the side of Agatha's gaze, "Same night you came in with that injured leg of yours."
Nicole would have to pat herself on the back for the ultimate poker face she gave her apartment manager. "Really? How weird. How did the van tip over?"
"No one knows. Wasn't even a call in from who ever owned it. The police believe it belongs to someone here in the apartment since it was so close. You don't happen to own a second van do you?"
"Only my hippie van." Nicole held up a peace sign. "Hasn't really moved from the parking garage."
"I still do not understand why you keep such a thing if you never use it." Agatha sighed.
"For emotional attachment reasons Agatha." Nicole said solemnly. "Oh hey, I got a question for you though."
"Yes?"
"Two drums and a cymbal fall of a cliff. Guess what happens?" Nicole grinned. Agatha's face fell into a deep frown. "Who got you into jokes again?"
"Michelle. Blame her. But come on, guess what happens."
"I'm going to regret asking this." Agatha sighed. "What Nicole."
"Ba-dumb Tish!" Nicole cackled.
"I'm leaving." She turned, but could not turn quick enough to hide the smile pulling on her lips.
"You thought it was funny!" Nicole called over the counter, "Admit it!"
"Have a nice day." Agatha chuckled.
"Will do Agatha." Nicole turned with a snort and moved to the elevator. Once inside, she gave herself a fist pump. Mission 'Elizabeth" was a success. Now she won't have anyone on her back to why she is suddenly living with a 5 year old.
At least for a while anyway.
0000- (Note: So I know in the past I made Agatha almost seem like a villain to most people, and I didn't mean that at all. She is really nice, just… scary some times. A Managers got to do what a managers got to do. Plus… Nicole might not be so far off with the ex-spy theory. You'll just have to wait and see) -00000
"Arinna! Arinna!" Nicole called desperately. At the sound of her friend's plea, Arinna scrambled into the living room.
"W-What? What?!" she gasped.
"Ah! Ah!" Elizabeth yelled.
"What?!" Arinna ran to them, only to see they were both sprawled against the couch, playing a video game. "Wha… really?" she sighed. "What do you want?"
Nicole has decided to show Elizabeth what video games were, insisting Elizabeth would be deprived of fun no longer. Thus their 24 hours gaming marathon began. Leather Head would have joined, but he kept breaking the controllers every time something scary of happened in the game. So he just sat and watch inside, hugging a pillow close to his chest.
"Help us Arinna! The Big Daddy is chasing us." Nicole wailed.
"The what-?" Arinna peeked at the screen. "I've never even heard of this game."
"It was highly rated." Nicole said simply.
"That's… is it appropriate for kids?" she asked softly, picking up the game case. Reading the back, she shrieked, slamming it into Nicole's head.
"Ow!" she yelled, "What was that for?!"
"Nicole! This is an M rated game! Elizabeth and Leather Head shouldn't be playing this!"
Nicole stared at Arinna, her fingers still moving vigorously against the controller. "..." she glanced at the two younger kids, who's eyes were locked with the screen. "…I think they are fine with it." She said.
Growling, Arinna stomped forward, slamming her finger into the eject button of the console. "Hey!" Nicole yelled. Elizabeth and Leather Head seemed to snap out of the trance and blinked rapidly. Realizing Arinna took out the game, they watch curiously as she placed in a new disk. Waiting a few second, Nicole groaned as the words, "Cooking Mama" flashed over the screen. "Not Cooking Mama."
"Yes, Cooking mama." Arinna huffed. "You can't play such intense games with kids. It will rot their brains and give them nightmares." She flicked her friends forehead.
"What ever you say, Mom." Nicole grumbled, handing Elizabeth the controller. Taking it, she pressed start, looking curious.
Nodding, Arinna left the room to return to the small nursery they had made. Getting on her knees, she moved to Picasso, who was playing with some blocks. "Hi Picasso." She cooed. He paused to look at her, blinking. "What are you building?"
He handed her a block, wiggling his hand. Stopping him from falling over, she laughed. "Making a building?"
He replied with a sneeze.
She sighed lovingly at the sight. "I'll take that as a yes." She said. He gave her a little toothless smile, chucking a block at her.
"Oh!" she ducked, letting the block fly over her head. "No no Picasso." She scolded, causing him to frown. "Don't throw blocks at others."
By this point Picasso could almost walk by himself, at least taking two steps before falling over. But that boy was a crawling demon. He shot across the room so fast Arinna found she lost sight of him all the time.
So, before he could scurry away, she snatched him up, "Guess what Picasso?" she poked his nose, "I got an interview today." She smiled. The baby didn't understand but tilted his head to the side. "But, if I get this job, I might not see you as much anymore." She sighed. "Hope you don't mind spending more time with Nicole. I'll make sure she doesn't feed you anything weird, or lets you watch inappropriate things."
Giving the little one a kiss on the nose, she placed him back in the crib for his daily nap.
"Sleep well." She whispered, creeping out of the door to get ready for her interview. Nicole let her borrow some of her nice clothes, and Michelle helped her do her hair. When she was ready, everyone was at the door to see her off.
"What is a intumview?" Elizabeth inquired.
"Interview." Nicole said. "It's like a… um… it is where this boss questions you to see if you are good for the job. Like, saying you wanna bake things. The person makes sure you can bake and will be nice to everyone." She said.
"Ooh." Elizabeth nodded. "Good luck at baking Ms. Arinna!"
"I'm not actually going for a baking job Elizabeth. That is Nicole's job." Arinna chuckled, patting her head. "But thank you." She turned to the door, hesitating. "I'm heading off then." Her voice wavered.
"You'll do fine Arinna." Nicole lifted her mug to her. "Don't worry about it. Just be yourself-" she paused. "Well, play it cool a little."
"Hey." Arinna frowned. "That isn't helping."
"Wanting me to tell you a joke to make you feel better?" her friend offered.
Arinna made a break for the door, "No thank you."
"I wanna hear a joke!" Elizabeth lifted her hands.
"Oh gosh, Elizabeth no. Do not get her started." Michelle pleaded. "Arinna! Arinna! Please do not leave me alone with them!"
Arinna could faintly hear Nicole's joke as she closed the apartment door, "Two muffins are in an oven. One muffins says, "Gosh, it sure is hot in here'. The other screams, "AHH! A talking Muffin'!"
Elizabeth was giggling and from the thumping she heard, Arinna could assume Michelle was slamming her head against the door, mumbling "Why? Why? Why?"
0000-0000
It feels almost strange for Arinna to be out in public again. As a being one with society.
She absentmindedly wondered if she looked weird, her own self conscious sending warning flares that people were staring. When she was in high school she took a psychology class describing how mankind tends to always thing others are staring at one another.
That if someone gives you a look, you instantly assume they are judging you, when in truth, they might just be worrying you are judging them. We all think we are talking about each other behind our backs.
Arinna was never good with people in the first place. Perhaps her own title of being 'weird' is the reason she feels drawn to others who her like her. The odd and strange people of the world. It would make sense honestly.
Nicole was pleased she was getting herself out in the world at least. Nicole has always been a social butterfly. People were just drawn to her. Though it might not seem like it, she thought through every situation thoroughly. She was understanding, even to the strangest of circumstances.
Arinna didn't understand half of what was usually going on and most just winging through everyday. Her actions often get herself in trouble, and those around her some how get dragged down with her.
She couldn't mess up today though. She was going to get this job and start helping out with the funds. She brought all these things onto Nicole and she wasn't going to let her carry them through everything.
She was determined. She could do this!
…Until her knees started to buckle as soon as she entered the building.
So this was where Michelle worked; Winter's Corp. A cooperation that specialized in many different fields, from journalism, architecture, all the way to cutting edge science.
Quiet an impressive company.
Look at this building for instance! The wide variety of art that covered the walls, towering pillars, it was like she walked into some sort palace! Wondering around aimlessly for a while, quickly realizing she was lost, she approached a guard.
"Excuse me?" she asked. He glanced at her, tipping his hat with a kind smile.
"What can I do for you Ms?" he inquired.
"Sorry to bug you with such a silly question, but this is the first time I've ever been here and I seem to have lost the front desk." Arinna said quietly. The man chuckled.
"It is no problem at all ma'am. Happens to everyone. If you go down that hall, it will be to the very end on the right." He motioned to it with his hand. "What bring you here today, if I may ask?" He had bright almond eyes and black hair peeking out from under his hat.
Arinna smiled at him, "A job interview actually."
"Oh? What field are you aiming for?" he inquired.
"Nothing big. An assistance basically." She explained. The man nodded.
"Well hopefully you get it ma'am. Your name is…" he trailed off.
"Arinna."
"Haru." He held out a large hand, which Arinna shook gratefully.
"Thank you Haru." Feeling a little more calm now that she actually seemed to be getting to know the people within the building, Arinna waved goodbye to Haru. He tipped his hat to her and then she was off. Down the hall and to the right.
The front desk instantly came into view, and Arinna's dread hit her all over again. Inching to the front desk, she peeked at the woman behind it.
Her gaze was locked on her computer, typing vigorously with her long nail. Stereotypical desk lady.
She cleared her throat, "E-Excuse me?" she asked. The woman glanced up at her, pursed her lips, and sighed.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Uh… I'm here to see Mr…. Mr. Winters?" she momentarily forgot his name.
The woman leaned back into her chair, folding her arms. "Do you have an appointment with Mr. Winters?" she asked.
"Yes. I-I'm Arinna. Arinna Kentin?"
She glanced at her screen, sighing. "Very well, take the elevator up to the top floor. He will be with you shortly." She motioned behind her. Nodding my thanks, I scrambled around the desk and into the elevator. Pressing the largest number I could find, I waited with baited breath.
Jumping when she reached her floor, she shuffled out, practically tripping when she came to some stairs.
"Oh, careful there." A kind voice called. Straightening, Arinna lifted her head to the sound of the voice. A tall young man wearing a dashing suit gave her a small wave. "Hello there. You must be Arinna. My name is Max Winters. Welcome."
And that my friends is what I call a 2007 TMNT movie reference! :D Yeah, so, this kind of mean this movie takes place in the 2007 film. But… it also doesn't XD
Lets just assume all the TMNT shows and movies are kind of mixed into one XD
We continue the next chapter into the full JAKE ARC! :D