number_four (number_four) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-08-18 01:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | jo harvelle, sam winchester, the doctor [four] |
Who: The Fourth Doctor {possessed} & Open to the Winchesters
What: The Doctor is possessed and needs the brothers help
When: Evening
Where: Dark street
Rating: TBD
Status: In process
The Doctor had been out and about exploring his new temporary home, investigating curious sights and taking in tours of the famous sites. He had been having a good time but he was quite eager to find out what was keeping him locked in one location and return to his wanderlust. Perhaps being in such deep thought to return to his Tardis and do some repairs that he didn’t at first see the gathering blackness lurking in the shadows of a filthy alleyway.
Desperate need to find a host to house ‘herself’ filled the Demon’s mind, she too had been pulled through the mysterious ‘open door’ between these dimension and ‘her’ own, lost and in the disembodied form. All ‘she’ wanted to do was find a body to hide and maybe have a little fun. That was when the demon spotted the scarf clad Time Lord whistling merrily as he strides gracefully back to his blue police box. He seemed strong and powerful like he were some kind of epic hero though he was decked in an outfit more clownish then gallant but the Doctor was truly that knight in shining armor minus the armor. Yes he would do nicely.
The Time Lord paused catching something out of the corner of his eye, twisting his curly head towards the place he believed he had saw it. He furrowed his brow as his wide eyes scanned the area then he saw it, like a mere shadow but then it drew itself out cautiously showing itself to be more smoke then true shadow. It appeared to be something of intelligent as it hung in the air feet from the curious Time Lord “Hello…” he stated cheerily and inquisitively, using his finger to beckon it forward “come on out its’ quite alright….come…come…” The Doctor just thought it was perhaps just another entity drew into this place that just happened to be formless, their were quite a few of those in the universe “you have nothing to fear…are you in need of help? I’m the Doctor…can you communicate with me?” The smoky entity appeared to stare at him with invisible eyes, studying the soon to be host while the Doctor reached out towards utter fascinated as the thing flowed over to him. Quietly he considered how he could speak to it as it considered the time to strike. Suddenly it attacked, forcibly the smoke climbed its way up towards the Doctor’s mouth and before he could slam shut his mouth it was sliding down his throat, easing itself into his system. He couldn’t scream out and couldn’t grasp the thing to tug it free of his throat, he was completely helpless and at its mercy. Once it had settled in place the Time Lord slid down to his knees to the cold concrete seeming out of breath but it swiftly passed as he lifted his head once more and he blinked eyes becoming an obsidian black.