|The Doctor (storm_inc) wrote in earth_12,|
@ 2009-03-14 22:13:00
In a darkalley backentrance to an Important Downtown Skyscraper, a Doctor falls from the sky.
"Oi! Coulda been a bit more careful on the landing!" he yells. "'F I never get back, you're just a big, blue box, you are!"
Sobering, he turns to the door and, after a brief flare of muffled blue light, sidles inside.
As he crosses the threshold, his raised brow of repressed annoyance rearranges into the lightly furrowed one of concentration, and his swagger smooths out into a dancer's - or a detective's - grace. He lopes up several flights of stairs while muttering under his breath.
"Desire...weeks ago...he came weeks ago. First contact here. But distorted...distorted energies. Shouldn't be possible. May not be him. Her. Him."
A long pause.
"Best not be either. Damn him if..."
On the 25th floor he turns off, once again "rearranging" the locks with his screwdriver. The ballroom echoes loftily at the sound of his footsteps - only two, still resounding as the little blue light comes on again.
"Where-re-re? Theyey-ey met-et-et where-re-re?"
He frowns, creates a cacophany over to a side wall (perhaps the buffet? more likely the bar). Then all is silent as the blue light flares, dies, and flares again into the darkness.
Lowlit, he breaks into a grin that might be described as manic. "You may be good. I'll give you that ya bastard. But you're not as good as you think. And now I know just that much more of what you know." But the smile dies away as well.
"Well bollocks. Lad's so touchy, watch him take offense. An' right as I get good news."
Shaking his head, he turns and shuffles (shuf-uff-uff) out and down to make the mile trudge back to his billboard.