Who: The Master and the Rani, with a brief appearance from War When: Late Evening Where: Their TARDIS then out and about What: Dealing with the drums Status: Incomplete Rating: R, to be safe, as there be killings
He had been trying. Trying so desperately hard to stop his need to kill, and had managed to replace it with a few other things. He focused on his plans for the city, a city which seemed to be panicing over the contaminated water. This made things good. He could use a chaotic city, they were more likely to forget a lot of things, and he could say he was there to help and then kill. He had to kill. He had been holding back for too long.
He groaned, pushing the thoughts out his mind as he stared into the fire. He had taken to spending his free time in the library, reading up on things, or just thinking. He pushed his legs out in front, his hands behind him, keeping him up. The fire was hypnotic, and he lost him self in thoughts of killing again. People burning, the delicious sounds of their screams and pleading for the mercy he never would give.