𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐊 𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 || t. mutant ninja turtles

𝟎𝟏, 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐦

— ❝ YOU GUYS AREN'T GIANT RATS ❞

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    "I WANT MY PHONE CALL!" RAVEN SCREAMED at the small pink tinted window on the giant door that kept her housed in a tiny futuristic looking cell.

Her closed, sore fist pounded against whatever material it was — it certainly wasn't any normal glass — as droids that looked identical to the one that kidnapped her moved back and forth across her limited line of sight. None of them budged or even turned their heads towards her animalistic war cries as she assaulted the locked door with all of her might.

In the end, she didn't even scuff the surface.

"I swear once I'm free, I'm so gonna kick your robo-asses!" she shouted through heavy pants, gradually slumping against the solid door while she tried to catch her breath. "Just... gimme a second — fuck!"

When she found none of her threats would be taken seriously, Raven turned to the next thing she was best at: searching for things to potentially turn into a weapon.

The girl had been notorious for that ever since she could walk. Anything she could get her hands on that could be dismantled into smaller parts would be transformed into some kind of launcher, boomerang, or slingshot.

There were no obvious detachable pieces on either the walls or floors — forget even getting near to the ceiling, what were these cells even made for? — except a few locked panels next to the door that were very obviously fit for some sort of key card.

If it was made, it could be unmade.

Raven started to poke and prod at the device, whining when she found it was pretty sturdily bolted to the wall. She was never the greatest in P.E. class, but there were times where she was almost caught sneaking back into the house and had to set her body strength into overdrive.

Did it work? Not over half of the time, but hey, who's counting?

The girl braced her foot on the wall as she found a slight grip on the machine, and with an obnoxiously exaggerated guttural roar, she started to pull on it with all of her might. The thing didn't budge. It didn't even start to give. Raven stumbled to her feet and glared at it, realizing that she would have to pull out the enforcements.

Enforcements that she definitely did not have.

"God, why did I have to go to the nurse during P.E. every day?" She asked sorrowfully aloud to nobody in particular.

The complex system looked like it only registered scans — perhaps a keycard was needed to trigger it. But if she didn't know exactly what it was that unlocked the door, she couldn't possibly replicate it or even try to manipulate it. Plan A was already a bust.

Raven inspected it further, dully noting any weak spots that she could use to start to dismantle it. There were some open crevices surrounding it, and she discovered that she could slip the tips of her fingers between them. It would still take all of her strength to pull it, so she braced her foot against the wall one more time and pulled.

She heard the creak of surrender as it loosened off of the wall and popped off in her hands. Her celebration only lasted for those fleeting seconds, however, before she was thrown backwards onto the ground with a soft oof.