<div class="floatleft">(http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2014/352/1/5/dona_by_jennyverse-d8a97pt.jpg)</div>Dona had stopped listening fifteen minutes ago.  As much as she loved her sister Mikey could drive her completely bonkers sometimes.  Truth be told Dona wished she had half of the comfort with herself that Mikey did.  Mikey was unabashedly Mikey all the time no matter how much she could annoy the others.  So which Mikey when on and on about God knows what Dona had taken to flipping through tweets on her turtle phone.<br/><br/>It hadn’t taken Dona long to set up some stolen cell service and a wifi connection for their little section of the sewer to go along with about 1000 channels of satellite TV, included a few channels that she really hoped Sensei didn’t know about.  It had taken more time convincing Sensei and Leo that having a digital trail wouldn’t lead anyone back to their home.  It wasn’t like they would have understood what Dona was talking about anyway, but apparently she had been convincing enough.<br/><br/>I tiny trill alerted her to a new follower…okay her first follower.  Dona punched the little birdie icon with her finger and the notification popped up.<br/><br/><tt class="bbc_tt">'April O’Neil is following you.'</tt><br/><br/>Her heart leaped in her chest while skipping a beat.  “April is following me!” She said with way to much of a giggle to be anything other than overenthusiastic infatuation.  Dona had of course followed April on twitter, friended her on Facebook as well as every other form of social media known to man or mutant all under the onus of tested to make sure her cell phone was working correctly.<br/><br/>“Did you hear that Mickey?  April is following me!  Mickey?” Dona heard Mickey’s sudden wail from down an alley a half a block away.  Distracted by her texting she had completely missed their turn.<br/><br/>Dona backtracked and pocked her head around the entrance of the alley.  Unlike Mikey she still had her wide brimmed hat.  She hated wearing it and much preferred to style the purple cloth mask that hid her face.  Dona had gotten rather adept and making the long tails of her mask into shapes reminiscent of popular hair styles.  She often helped Mikey with her cute bow in the morning too.  The plump but well-formed figure of Mikey knelt in the gutter quietly accepting her SAG award and Dona shook her head in exasperation.<br/><br/>“Just let everyone around know we are out here Mikey.  Good job.” Dona’s tone was disgusted, but it was mostly false bravado covering up her own failure to pay attention to her surroundings and wandering off.<br/><br/>Dona ducked down the alley her trench coat not nearly long enough to cover her taller, slimmer frame.  The bo-staff she carried did just as much to label her as strange and out of place as the green legs that stuck out from under her coat.  She hated the outfit and would very much have preferred clothes like the humans had. She had always wanted to wear a pair of jeans or even a dress.  Kind of hard to do with a shell though, still she would rather be naked sometimes than have to wear the stupid trench coat even if it was for a good reason.<br/>