Cavan Darling (darling_boy) wrote in lost_world, @ 2013-08-13 13:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | !status: complete, cavan darling, olivia dunham |
Naughty boy (Open)
There was a lot going on.
He knew where the Doctor was, the TARDIS having been formally and somehow easily inserted into the museum where he and Annabelle had discovered the man. He knew where Annabelle was, or at the very least what she'd be up to. There seemed to be an absence of the others entirely. He'd not seen Dean in a while, which he couldn't decide his feelings about. Or the pirate, but she wasn't quite the concern as the others.
Cavan had not been alone since arriving on the planet with the evil bunnies.
The freedom went to his head a little bit, and he found himself thinking of the hobby he'd not had a chance to engage in since York. The real York, not the pretend one made by aliens to lull them into a false sense of security, thus ushering them on to Electric City and perpetual planet-hopping Hell. It was easy to get caught up in the surrounding aloneness. To realize that beyond being alone, he was in a time period in which forensics were not what he was used to. And also, it didn't matter, since they'd be eventually whisked away to some other strange place. He could leave all the prints he wanted. He could write his own name in blood across the body of his victim, and there would be very little anybody could do about it. His only real concern surrounded those he was traveling with. No doubt there were several of them that wouldn't take kindly to the things he liked to do best.
Still, Cavan found himself stalking. It was likely that he wouldn't be here, on this planet, long enough to develop the full relationship that he really preferred. He'd have to act fairly quickly. Make a day of it. Add to his collection in a more impromptu manner.
In his hand, which was in the pocket of his coat, was a silver chain. Woven into the links and held up by centers that were not made for the purpose were the little items he took off of each one. Earrings. Rings. Brass buttons. Tie clips. Zipper pulls. Charms. Whatever small bit caught his eye and he felt like keeping forever. It was a comfort that he had not lost it yet, that it hadn't been taken from him by the aliens. He didn't dare leave it in his room at the hostel, even though carrying it on his person did more harm to his nerves than good.
Cavan found a bench to sit on and watch people go by. His eyes scanning each to measure them against his current desires.