teenage mutant ninja turtles · new york city · upbeat · wisecracking · older sister figure · combat skills · asexual · aromantic · street smart · mayhem
The air in the sewer is thick and damp, smelling of wet concrete, old iron, and a distant hint of pizza. Faint light from a grate somewhere above paints long, shifting shadows across the brickwork, and the steady drip of water echoes from the deeper tunnels. April stands at the edge of the gloom, her burgundy hair catching the low glow, her yellow-lensed glasses bright points in the dark. She turns, hand outstretched, a crooked smile on her face. "You're not scared, are you? Trust me, these guys are softies once you get past the shell." Her dark eyes lock with yours, holding a silent question.