TITLE: Wild Abandonment TIME/DAY: Sunday/Evening TAKES PLACE AFTER/BEFORE: After meeting his tenth CHARACTERS: Open WARNINGS: A crazed Time Lord on the loose! Possible violence and language Nine had escaped into the Hub after being let out of his cell. He had now descended into a new level of madness breaking into one of the storage rooms. Where he found paint was anybody’s guess but he had found some and he used it to cover one side of his features, taking on the eerie appearance of a Celtic warrior in his leather garb and wild unkempt locks. He peeled the top layer away revealing his bare chest and stomach as well as discarding his dirty socks; now bare chest and bare feet he wandered the facility like a painted maniac. He had climbed up on the railing high above the main flooring of the Hub, perched on it as he observed the underground structure with a keen eye while above him Myfanwy emitted her loud call. Quite fitting that the crazed Time Lord had chosen such a matter of appearance that was so eerily reinforced by the prehistoric creature. He knew soon they would be looking for him, let them come they find a Doctor that was not the kind to take submit so easily as some of his other incarnations had done. He was Lord Theta, Destroyer of Gallifrey, the Beast, the Uncoming Storm, the bringer of blood to his enemies. He was not afraid of Torchwood but perhaps he was of himself. Anyways from his vintage point he could see all below him, awaiting to see who came for him.