Charlie "Nuwanda" Dalton (call_me_nuwanda) wrote in the_tardis_trap, @ 2013-03-08 03:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | charlie dalton : call_me_nuwanda, damien thorn : antichrist_ceo |
Who: Damien and Charlie.
When: After this
Where: The Shifting Bazaar
What: Exploring, making a new friend
Warnings: TBD
Charlie had managed to get himself ready. He had found an old jacket lying around that reminded him of the one he had at home, so he had put that on, swinging his tie over his shoulder in a rather odd manner. He certainly was a boy from another time. Everything about the way he looked was old fashioned, down to the way he carried himself. The way he walked, the way he talked, even the way he thought.
Charlie had a lot to adapt to and part of it was getting used to the fact that he could now, like everyone else on board, visit other worlds and experience strange new things. Maybe he'd discover an alien poet, or find some beautiful women to write something for. The possibilities were endless. Besides what was said in the announcement, Charlie had no idea what to expect. And neither did most people.
Charlie took out a cigarette while he waited at the door. He looked left, then right to make sure there was no on old enough around to tell him off for smoking at his age. Or on the ship... or at all. Shrugging to himself, he lit the cigarette and pocketed the lighter.