Mary Winchester (Jr) (marygoround) wrote in lost_world, @ 2013-01-14 16:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | !status: complete, mary winchester, ninth doctor |
Tell me something new (open to those in York)
The days were starting to blend into each other. Save for that one hunt with Johnny which had been more than a little bizarre and awkward. Mary wasn't avoiding him exactly, but she was giving the situation space. She hadn't stopped by with lunch for the past few days. Instead, she spent her days searching the town for any leads, sometimes visiting the shooting range. Some days she just sat in the bar all day. It was a hell of an existence and she was getting very very twitchy. She wasn't used to staying in the same place for this long and she didn't like it.
Today was a bar day. She'd slept in, gotten lunch, and then headed over to the bar in the late afternoon. She planned to keep her ear to the ground for any hint of something that might be a lead, and she also planned to get drunk enough that she didn't remember that she was in the wrong decade with younger versions of her parents, and a version of her boyfriend (or whatever she could call him) that was exactly the same damn age as he would be over 30 years into the future, and most of all-that she'd forget that she couldn't just pick up the phone and call her sister. She couldn't go home and find Ellen there. Ellen was still missing, after weeks of searching.
Mary flipped through the selection in the jukebox. She wasn't all that put off by the fact that there was nothing in there from her time, that it was all oldies. Mary had been raised to appreciate the classics after all.
She cued up a few songs that might have made her dad proud and then settled into a back booth with a newspaper and a drink. It was still weird reading a physical newspaper instead of getting her news on her smartphone or at an internet kiosk, but she didn't have that phone here. The best she had was a crappy burner cell.
About halfway through the paper, Mary found an article that caught her attention. It was a short blurb, something about people turning up in some place called Electric City. The thing of it was, people were turning up with some sort of amnesia and no identification. That caught her attention. Maybe it was nothing, but maybe-just maybe-it was something. She finished the blurb and then flipped through the pages, swearing out loud when she realized that that was all there was to the article.
"Well that's not very helpful at all."