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Amy Pond ([info]fairytale_pond) wrote in [info]silverage,
@ 2011-06-01 16:16:00

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Entry tags:!log, amy pond, locke cole

Who: Amy Pond and OTA
Where: An alleyway, near Bryant Park
When: Wednesday evening
What: Left behind
Rating: TBD
Open?: Yes


At first, Amy was furious. She’d asked the Doctor to stop on Earth so she could purchase some ...ahem... womanly supplies. What he hadn’t told her was that he was stopping on Earth in 1964— New York City to be precise. He also didn’t warn her that it would be raining. Her leather boots were going to be ruined now. And she liked those boots; they were a Christmas present from Rory. And then, he’d just left her here. In the rain. On her own. She reasoned with herself that he was probably working to fix it and would be back in a mo’, so she ran her errand, still fuming slightly.

Then, Amy got scared. She’d returned from the drug store, brown paper bag in hand, only to find that the alley where the TARDIS had landed still empty. She pulled out her phone and tried Rory’s speed dial, but of course there are no cell phone towers in 1964, so that was a no-go. She was stranded, with no means of reaching her husband or the Doctor.

Amy’s emotions cycled through several more stages. There was confusion, denial (“Maybe if I wait here they’ll come back”), then finally a calm acceptance. She was shivering from the cold and the rain, and as the sun went down she knew she oughtn’t stay out much longer. “Find someplace warm for the night,” she told herself. “We’ll come back here in the morning.” She left the alley and walked past the drug store to the main road. Walking down the busy street, shivering with cold, Amy took deep breaths and tried to think why the Doctor would have left without her. Suddenly, she noticed the rain had stopped. Or rather, she was standing under an awning. Turning to look up she saw that she stood in front of a large brick hotel.

Thinking only of room service and a hot bath, Amy rushed inside, not looking where she was going. As is wont to happen when running blindly, she was stopped short when she crashed into someone very tall and strong. As she fell awkwardly backwards, the damp paper bag finally tore and spilled its embarrassing contents all over the lobby floor.



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[info]lockecole
2011-06-07 04:55 am UTC (link)
Oh what a troublesome thing, that rain is!

Locke winced as he watched the veil of gray thicken at the rush of water and people shrieked and cussed as figures ran straight into the hotel or under its awning. After a minute, there was a shaky laughter as they dabbed their handkerchiefs on their damp sleeves, or their hats or their hair. A little later, some of them would brave the rain with an umbrella up -- and the party was over.

"Looks like company," Locke muttered to both he and Amy before he gestured for her to follow him and he started up the closest set of steps, taking two at a time so that he reached the second level fast enough and slipped out the impressive piece of key he had deprived of the bell boy.

And lo, it was the master key! Locke smirked at the sight of it in his mind. Good job there!

Choosing a random door near the end of the hallway, he pressed his ear against the door, then slipping the key into the knob, he twisted it free and pushed the door open, revealing a quaint, single room with cream walls and chocolate banisters. The key had disappeared, again, as he gestured for Amy to get in.

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[info]fairytale_pond
2011-06-08 04:19 pm UTC (link)
Amy followed Locke's dash up the stairs and down the hall. As he produced a key from his pocket and used it to open a room, she smirked to herself. Knew it, she thought, I knew he nicked those keys.

Still, now they were in private, in a smallish hotel room for one. "Well," Amy sighed, "not the most useful of accommodations we could've hoped for, but it'll do for a night." Spotting the small en suite bathroom, Amy said, "I call first shower. And I'm gonna lay my clothes on that radiator to dry, so you'd better not peek. I am a married woman." She dumped her purchases unceremoniously into a dresser drawer, taking a few choice items with her into the bathroom. As she shut the door behind her, she called out to Locke, "Take the bed if you want. You've had a long day."

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[info]lockecole
2011-06-09 03:12 am UTC (link)
Not the most useful accommodations? What was she talking about?

To Locke, this unexciting piece of bedroom was heaven! Or close to it. Sure he's gotten bigger rooms, sure it's a little too tight for two people but it's got a roof, a washroom, and a bed. And sturdy walls. Locke couldn't ask for more.

"Woman, if you've been living in a tent for the past few nights, you wouldn't even think of saying that," he called to the door as he locked the knob (best not to get caught!) undid the knot of his black, makeshift sack of sorts and placed it carefully at the foot of the bed where he let it lean, looking much like a disoriented piece of laundry.

Hands in his pockets, he began to whistle, walking around the small space, looking into the empty drawers, the stuff on the desk and when he found nothing interesting, he sauntered over to the wall just across the door and to the left of the bed, decorated by nothing but a simple window showing him the curtain of rain that pretty much stranded them inside the hotel.

When he stopped whistling, that was when he started thinking about his predicament again, a frown on his face, hands on the empty sheaths of his belt.

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[info]fairytale_pond
2011-06-10 12:02 am UTC (link)
Once the door was closed behind her, Amy immediately turned on the water in the shower, because she reckoned-- yeesh! and rightly so-- that the primitive plumbing would take a while to warm up. Then she undressed, dumping her soaked clothes in a pile on the floor to be taken care of later. She leaned against the vanity, and for the first time since she'd left the alleyway, allowed herself a deep breath, and started to reflect on her situation. She was stranded. In New York. In 1964. With a stranger. Who was also stranded. This is ridiculous, she thought to herself.

When she lifted her head to look at herself in the mirror, she noticed that it was completely steamed up, and so was the rest of the room, meaning the shower was finally hot. She stepped in gingerly, and slowly worked her body into its warmth. The water pressure was nowhere near as good as the high-tech, futuristic shower heads on the TARDIS, but to Amy it felt like the best shower she'd had in a long time.

Once she'd warmed up enough, she turned the water off, dried herself with a towel, then wrapped herself in the cotton bathrobe provided. She gathered up her wet things and headed back into the bedroom.

Locke stood at the window, looking out at the rain with a dim expression on his face. Amy walked over to him and, hating to disturb his deeply personal moment, said, "Em, do you mind? You're standing in front of the radiator."

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[info]lockecole
2011-06-10 02:28 am UTC (link)
"What?" he glanced down. "Oh, sorry."

Locke stepped away and wandered around the room again so as to give Amy space for her radiator. Returning to bed, he figure he might as well do himself a favor and dry up, somehow. He began with untying his shoes. For being lightweight, they sure don't do much with water resistance.

"So," he began, clearing his throat as he set his shoes beside his weapons and began tugging on his drenched socks which didn't fare very well either, "this has happened to you before? This...whole traveling thing and getting stuck in the middle of nowhere with no means of going back? Or at least not immediately, anyway?"

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[info]fairytale_pond
2011-06-10 05:06 pm UTC (link)
Amy busied herself with laying out her clothes on the radiator. Anything to avoid looking out the window at the oppressive rain. When Locke spoke, she had to stop and think about how to answer.

"Well, sort of," she began. "Once before the TARDIS took off, leaving the Doctor behind and me inside it. Difference between then and now, though, is that he could talk to me and help me through it." Amy glanced over at the dresser where she'd placed her now useless cell phone. "I can't get hold of him, so I can only hope he's working on it from his end."

With a sigh, Amy sat on the corner of the bed opposite Locke. "How about you? Often have your chocobos run out on ya?"

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[info]lockecole
2011-06-11 02:56 am UTC (link)
"Only when there's this wild beast attacking us," Locke snorted as he let his socks hang by the foot of the bed before he stripped his vest off him. He didn't even think beforehand that he was doing this before a woman. He'd always done this in front of everyone. "Usually, that means that we-- or I'll have to go by foot. I can do that, actually. But something worries me." he slouched as he rested his arms on his thighs.

Then tugging his bandana off to set his tousled hair free, he said, "I've never heard of this place before, y'know? And you've never heard of the places I've been to either. And the money that's used here? Doh-larr or something?" he turned to look at Amy, "I don't know that. All my life, I've always paid with gil."

He sighed as he looked at his feet, "On top of that, there's absolutely no item shop, no weapons shop or relics or armor shop...it's like I know where I am but I don't know where I am." Then wincing, he scratched his head, "And for an adventurer, that's unnerving."

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[info]fairytale_pond
2011-06-13 05:24 am UTC (link)
The sight of Locke so casually getting undressed surprised Amy at first, and it was a moment or two or five before she caught herself staring. Only when he turned to her did she regain the common sense to look elsewhere. Married woman. Married woman, she reminded herself.

As Locke went on, however, Amy turned to face him again. His words just cemented what she'd already learned-- he was a fish so very far out of water. Not only did his home sound like a different place, with alien cities and creatures, but it sounded like a totally different way of life.

"You're really an adventurer, then?" Amy asked him. "I mean, I guess you could say I've been on some adventures, but what you're talkin' about sounds like some fantasy." More and more it was sounding like getting Locke home would require the Doctor's help.

Amy leaned forward on the bed and placed a hand on Locke's shoulder in what she hoped was a reassuring way. "I know it's hard right now, but let's just get some sleep and take things one step at a time." Making sure she had his attention, she continued, "I'm here, and I'll help you through this, I promise."

With that, she got up off the bed, crossed to the armchair in the opposite corner of the room, and curled up in it, trying to make herself comfortable. More than just a show to put Locke's mind at ease, Amy found that she really was exhausted. She smiled at Locke and bid him goodnight before closing her eyes and beginning to drift off.

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[info]lockecole
2011-06-13 03:07 pm UTC (link)
"Sure, I am!" Locke beamed at Amy. He'd always been quite proud of his career and he made sure everyone knew of it. Scratching his head, he said, "It's funny how you think it's fantasy but...for me, it isn't. For me it's a way of life. Maybe like...the things you and Doctor do. That sounds really out there for me but you talk about like it's just eating cheese, y'know?

"Kinda like you, I go to new places to explore, and most of the time, you don't know what creeps lay out there so you gotta be ready for them." He paused for a beat. "I...guess if I put it that way, this whole getting lost in a city shouldn't be new to me. But that's not the case now..."

Locke wouldn't be caught admitting it, not with a wide smile on his face, but he was a little frightened and he knew it was alone. Amy's touch was much appreciated, and he thanked her for her promise. Maybe she really could get him home. Or at least just show him the way back.

"N, no really, you can take the bed, y'know?" Locke said to her and made sure he didn't add "I'm a man, I can take care of myself" because the last time he did that, the women he was with didn't look very happy and they could fry people in a single glare. "Amy, really," he said to her but before he knew it, she was fast asleep in the arm chair. He snorted softly. "Well, don't blame me if you wake up strained..." he muttered to himself.

He glanced at the window to see that the rain had let up a little, but it was still persistent. Sighing quietly, he got up and padded soundlessly towards the bathroom. Might as well get a little cleaned before he went to bed...

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