The Doctor (Ninth) (fantastic_doc) wrote in campcretaceous, @ 2011-10-14 20:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | 9th doctor (canon) : fantastic_doc |
Who: Nine and Open
What: Brooding, staring at the stars, wanting to leave
When: Now
Where: Near the edge of camp
Rating: TBD
He lay in the grass, near the fence, hands behind his head. The stars gleamed at him; taunting, almost. They were there, and he was here, and he was stuck. No TARDIS anywhere to be seen. And as much as this place needed fixing, he'd be glad to just slam the door behind him and go. Forget this headache and get moving. He hated being stuck in one place for long. Time just... passed so slowly. He didn't know how people could stand it.
A sigh dropped from his lips and he closed his eyes. He had... so much to think about. To not think about. So much clawing at his brain, demanding attention, that he didn't want to face. So maybe he just wanted to run away. From this place, from... from Jack. And the way the man made him feel.