Tweak

InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "Wrong lever!"

Username: 
Password:    
Remember Me
  • Create Account
  • IJ Login
  • OpenID Login
Search by : 
  • View
    • Create Account
    • IJ Login
    • OpenID Login
  • Journal
    • Post
    • Edit Entries
    • Customize Journal
    • Comment Settings
    • Recent Comments
    • Manage Tags
  • Account
    • Manage Account
    • Viewing Options
    • Manage Profile
    • Manage Notifications
    • Manage Pictures
    • Manage Schools
    • Account Status
  • Friends
    • Edit Friends
    • Edit Custom Groups
    • Friends Filter
    • Nudge Friends
    • Invite
    • Create RSS Feed
  • Asylums
    • Post
    • Asylum Invitations
    • Manage Asylums
    • Create Asylum
  • Site
    • Support
    • Upgrade Account
    • FAQs
    • Search By Location
    • Search By Interest
    • Search Randomly

The Doctor ([info]fromgallifrey) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2010-06-20 17:22:00

Previous Entry  Add to memories!  Tell a Friend!  Next Entry
Entry tags:day 1: reboot, location: thrift store, remy lebeau, the doctor (ten)

WHO: The Tenth Doctor and OPEN
WHAT: Wandering. Excitedly.
WHERE: Coming up main street toward the shopping district
WHEN: 12:36
RATING:
PG to start... it all depends on who turns up

STATUS: Complete

The Doctor had woken up just past 9AM, a bit earlier than some. He'd been laying in the middle of an asphalt road, his shoulders and feet lined up with the double yellow lines that ran it's length. When he sat up with a spinning head and what he worried might be the start of a headache he squinted. There was nothing to see. Nothing at all. Some trees, maybe and the back of a billboard.

In his long coat and trainers the Doctor was up and running.. err, walking. He'd come around the sign and look it over. <i>"All this and more...</i> The sign looked like it was from Earth in the 1950's. Why would somebody drag him here? Oh, yes, he thought drag because he hadn't just landed in his TARDIS. He hadn't brought himself here or landed due to an ill plotted course. No, somebody had taken him off of his ship and dropped him here.

Literally dropped, apparently because he had a soreness to his neck that wasn't quite right.

"So where am I, then?" He looked back and forth, up and down the road, expecting to see a car sooner or later. He kept walking, kept glancing and never saw one. Not an automobile or a motorcycle. In fact, he didn't hear them, either, as he got closer to the town. Where was he?

So, up that two lane road the Doctor would walk past the petrol station, noting nobody was there and keep on moving on his way toward what looked like a tiny shopping district. He'd stand a ways off, his arms crossed, frowning for just a few moments. This didn't feel right. And then it clicked, this <i>didn't feel right</i>, and that was when he would start to grin just a little. An adventure and a puzzle rolled up into one. So, he was kidnapped, he'd figure out why and put it straight just as soon...

Quick steps took John Smith right up to the television shop where he stood tapping the glass. Then he pressed his ear to it and tapped. Then just his ear. Then tapped again. Oh, this was weird.


(Read comments) - (Post a new comment)


[info]fromgallifrey
2010-06-21 12:17 am UTC (link)
The brunette clearly wasn't paying attention. Even the phrase 'the other you' and 'he's you' didn't quite sink in. He'd just been told that his Rose was here and by some stroke of good fortune he could find her. Theta Sigma was just about ready to start jumping out of his own skin. Sorry, Cajun.

Eventually, the Doctor would make it far enough down the street and he'd find himself alone. The red head apparently hadn't followed. That was bucking the curve, wasn't it?

He hadn't even gotten the other man's name. The thought made the Doctor frown a little, but he had other things on his mind - like his plucky blonde assistant formerly lost to a parallel universe. That and figuring out why this place had been called a prison.

(Reply to this) (Parent)


(Read comments) -


Home | Site Map | Manage Account | TOS | Privacy | Support | FAQs