joh (ex_johanna409) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-08-10 16:27:00 |
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WHO: Martha Jones and [Open]
WHAT: Wandering around
WHEN: Afternoon
WHERE: The streets and then the park.
RATING: TBA
STATUS: Incomplete
She missed home.
Martha wasn’t a stranger to leaving her family behind for more than a few days, she had done it a number of times whilst travelling with The Doctor and going to investigate strange activity with UNIT, but this time it was different. There was no contact with her loved ones and she missed it. She even missed her parents bickering.
Being cooped up in the hotel she was staying at didn’t help either, she had managed to convince the manager to let her earn some money by helping out when needed, that was anything from taking over waitressing shifts in the hotel restaurant to helping out behind the reception, she couldn't do what she loved and that was being a doctor but it was something atleast. Martha couldn’t bear to be inside for too long anymore, once you've seen what's out there it's hard to stay still for longer than needed and that is why she was wandering the streets, getting some fresh air whilst trying to get familiar with the area. Mentally she made sure to note which blocks or certain shops she had passed so she wouldn’t forget how to get back. Her last attempt at trying to get out had resulted in bumping into Gwen but she had gone missing not long after, one less friend in the city was depressing, really depressing.
The park she had been to previously was just around the corner but she was hesitant to go back there, the last time she had walked through she had picked up an unwanted stalker in the form of The Master. Chances were he wouldn't be there again, right? Martha kept this in mind as she approached. It seemed a perfectly normal day so far, well as normal as they were in this L.A and she had no plans on venturing outside in the night-time yet so she hoped it would stay that way. She mused silently to herself as she searched around for a free bench or place to sit, she found one quite easily and didn't hesitate to fall back onto said bench with a heavy sigh, aliens, vampires, other things that go bump in the night, how could life get an weirder?