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Tweak says, "heart you, luvely mine..."

River Song (thenameofsanity) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2012-04-26 22:27:00

Entry tags:

john druitt, river song

WHO: John Druitt and ~~River Song~~ Mels
WHAT: Jack the Ripper and a psychopathic pseudo!Time Lady walk into a bar...
WHEN: Not long after this.
WHERE: Random bar that is not the Roadhouse.
RATING: TBD [probably fairly high, considering these two]
STATUS: In Progress
WARNINGS: Likely mentions of blood, broken bones, potential deaths of NPC'd locals, and who knows what else. Will update as needed.

Aside from still not knowing where she was, or how she had come to be there, all-in-all Mels was rather enjoying herself. True, she still needed to track down and kill the Doctor, but she didn't see any reason she had to do so right away. It wasn't as though her parents would let him pop off in his TARDIS and leave her behind someplace else, after all. And besides. She knew the only way she was going to be able to pull it off was if she caught the Time Lord by surprise. That certainly wasn't going to happen easily, nor right away.

So she decided to go for drinks and bide her time while she came up with a plan. The fact that she was invited out by Jack the Ripper himself was merely a bonus, and one she had no intention of passing up. She was fairly certain he wasn't going to kill her - mostly because she wasn't a hooker - but certainly didn't mind taking the risk that he would. If he did, after all, he'd simply be signing his own death certificate the instant she regenerated into her new form. For the time being, though, she was going to go out with the intention of not murdering her new-found acquaintance.

Locating the map on her PDA, she easily figured out the fastest route from where the TARDIS was currently parked to the bar they'd agreed to meet at. The place certainly looked like fun, if the less than savoury clientèle that were coming and going was anything to go on. Personally, Mels subscribed to the belief that the bigger they were, the more fun it was to bring them down. Which meant she was in for a very fun night, the second one of the idiots wandering inside looked at her the wrong way. Or breathed too loud. That worked as a reason to beat them into the ground. Personally, she wasn't picky.

Grinning widely, gun tucked neatly into the waistband of her pants and without a care in the world, she made her way inside and looked around.

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exquisiterush
2012-04-27 04:47 am UTC (link)

There were some who might say that John had some problems with women. Of course, there were also some who would say the ocean was wet. The world was rife with understatements. John did have more than his share of resentment for the fairer sex, as illustrated by a string of bodies in Whitechapel. Faithless whores, the lot of them. But then, all women were, he supposed. Even Helen, his lovely, wonderful Helen, had proved false in the end. He wasn't sure who he hated more, her or James. They had both betrayed him in their own ways, and it burned in his gut like a sickness. Yes, he had tried to help them, but that didn't change his feelings. He was contrary like that.

So yes, he did not bear the kindest of feelings for women. But this Mels seemed to be quite the intriguing individual, and for that he could disregard her sex. He was sure that there were dangers in spending time with an individual who seemed so very violent, especially one who wasn't intimidated by him in the least, but he was hardly concerned. He had a few tricks up his sleeve she likely wouldn't suspect, and he was quite confident in his ability to show her just how good he was with a blade should she prove difficult. For now though, all that was in the cards was a drink with the first decent company he had found in some time.

He teleported into an alley near the bar, not wanting to enter the building itself, and walked the rest of the distance. His reason was twofold. For one, despite how open people seemed to be with their powers in this place, he did not trust that fact enough to enter a room full of people. For another, he didn't want to give up his tricks quite yet. It would spoil the surprise later, and remove and advantage if things did turn south. Looking around, he spotted Mels and gave her a nod, making his way to the bar. "Scotch on the rocks," he said calmly, "and whatever the lady requires."

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thenameofsanity
2012-04-27 05:56 pm UTC (link)

Mels grinned at Druitt's arrival, feeling that familiar churning in her gut at the promise of a fun-filled night of mayhem ahead. Oh but she did love to see just how much trouble she could get into, then shoot her way out of, and instinct told her that he could more than deliver in that area. Looking to the bartender, she arched a brow and said simply, "Shot of Patrón Silver and a pint of whatever suits for a chaser."

Drinks ordered, as the bartender began to do what he was told, she spun in her barstool to face the man beside her head-on. "So," she drawled, looking him up and down before meeting his gaze without blinking and that same smile on her face that indicated she most certainly was not necessarily in a sane state of mind, "you're him, huh? In the flesh. I'll be." Reaching out to catch the shot as the bartender slid it over to her, she raised it up in a salute to one of the most prolific serial killers in history before slamming it back.

"Time machine or immortal?" she asked curiously as she reached for her beer. "Way I see it, you have to be one or the other - or possibly both - to be who you are and still be around and able to kill Hitler."

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exquisiterush
2012-04-28 04:17 am UTC (link)

Druitt had never had much of a taste for tequila, more fond of brandy and scotch and other classic drinks, but he could appreciate that Mels was a serious drinker. Not that he'd expected her to be the sort of girl who couldn't handle anything but weak drinks, but it was still nice to have his opinion confirmed. "An excellent choice," he said with a slight nod.

He picked up his glass when the bartender returned, studying the drink before acknowledging her comment. "Yes," he replied calmly. "I am him. In the flesh." It was quite amusing to have someone admire his actions, and it was a gratifying change from Helen and James and their sanctimonious judgements. "I'm afraid that I cannot claim the same recognition where you are concerned, but I've no doubt you are a most formidable woman."

His lips quirked in a dangerous smile as she asked how he had managed to be around to kill Hitler, given he should have been well and truly dead by that time and certainly not so young. "Oh, but that would be telling, wouldn't it?" he said teasingly, taking a sip of his drink before he continued. "I should hate to lose my air of mystery so soon."

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thenameofsanity
2012-04-28 05:48 am UTC (link)

Well then. He certainly knew how to keep a girl interested, she'd give him that much. With a broad grin, she laughed lowly and took a sip of her beer. "Fair enough," she agreed easily. She had her own secrets, after all. She certainly couldn't complain that he had some as well. "Suppose I can-"

"Nice gun, sweetheart."

The voice was low, gruff, and sent a shiver of pure delight up Mels' spine. Pausing in what she was about to say, she reached out instinctively and grabbed hold of the wrist of the man on the barstool behind her who was reaching for the gun he'd just mentioned that was still tucked in the waistband of her trousers. Giving it a tight squeeze, she twisted her arm upward then back as she spun toward him, causing his wrist to spin in the completely wrong direction from the way it was meant to go.

"And it's still mine, yeah?" she said in a low, dangerous tone, tweaking his wrist a bit more until the bones gave a warning crack that they were about to snap completely in two.

Eyes wide, the man who was easily three times her size nodded quickly. With a wink, she released his wrist. "There's a good boy," she cooed, reaching out to pat his cheek before all but dismissing him by turning back to Druitt.

"Now then," she said with a cheeky grin as though nothing had just happened. "Where were we?"

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exquisiterush
2012-04-28 07:53 pm UTC (link)

John raised an eyebrow as Mels was cut off by a man who seemed far too interested in the gun she was carrying. Most women he had encountered would have fallen into indignation or lost their weapon to the man, but he was pleasantly surprised to see his companion completely gain the upper hand. He could always appreciate a competent woman who could handle herself. It was what had drawn him to Helen, after all.

He waited until she was done, before giving her a small smile. "I was just about to compliment you on your masterful handling of that situation," he told her, finishing off his scotch and pushing his glass toward the bartender to get it refilled. He might have said more, but then the man came back, bringing some friends with him.

"That's the bit..." The man was cut off as Druitt stepped forward and wrapped a hand around his throat, giving him a dangerous smile.

"Now, now, my good man," he said. "I do believe you were about to insult this lovely young lady. It really is a shame, your lack of manners. Clearly, you need to be taught why it is a poor decision to behave in such a manner." Some people might have shown self-restraint, but that wasn't Druitt. He had his knife out in the work of a moment, driving it into the man's neck. He let him drop to the ground, mindless of the blood now covering his hands, and picked up his newly refilled drink.

"You know, my dear," he said. "I think this night just got a bit more interesting."

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thenameofsanity
2012-05-02 10:33 pm UTC (link)

The instant Druitt drove the knife into the man's neck, Mels' gun was in her hand and she was turning to face the guy's friends. Two of them looked positively horrified and easily in shock, rooted to the spot. One of them immediately began backing away, hands raised as though attempting to ward them off. The last one of the group, however, seemed to not be afraid or disbelieving of what had just happened but rather fell into what Mels easily recognized as a full-fledged blind rage.

He surged toward Druitt, apparently thinking he could take advantage of the man having turned his attention to his drink. Not missing a beat, Mels stepped forward and shoved the muzzle of her gun into the man's gut, firing twice in quick succession while grinning up into his wide-eyed face. "Bit rude, that. Attacking a man when his back's turned and all," she said simply, stepping back and letting him fall to the ground. Blood began to bloom across his lower abdomen as he flopped about a few times. Completely unphased, Mels turned away from him and grinned widely at her companion for the evening.

"You know, I think you might be right," she agreed, tossing back her newly refilled shot as the sounds of screaming began to echo all around her and people began shoving past each other in an effort to get away.

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