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The Doctor ([info]fromgallifrey) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-03-28 21:31:00

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Entry tags:!complete, day 02, location: gas station, shannon rutherford, the doctor (ten)

Who: Doc and Shannon
Where: On the road between the gas station and art gallery
When: Just after sun-up, day 2
What: Not feeling happy.
Rating: None
Status: Complete

The world was again wet feeling.

The world was wet feeling, cold, and dank.

Wet feeling, cold, dank, and surprisingly quiet.

Well, quiet until the birds started heralding the morn and the Doctor awoke in the chair at the front of the gas station's convenience store alone. He'd slept lightly, but to see the boxes of supplies left him feeling a twinge that was mostly unfamiliar. He hadn't managed as much exploration as he would have liked the day before - mostly because the glass wall had managed to rather effectively dampen his spirits.

True to form, however, The Doctor would not have his spirits dampened by inoppertune weather or an uncomfortable circumstance. An entire race of genocidal robots didn't call him the oncoming storm for nothing. He scraped himself out from behind the counter and stepped out onto the road trying to take in the scope of the world around him. The town, for all it was worth, seemed vacant. No matter what his ego had to say about the whole situation there was no way this place was built for just him and Dean.

"Hello? Anybody else around out there?" He called from the doorway before stepping out from beneath the awning and out into the street.

Hopefully nobody else would respond. As much as the Doctor craved adventure and companionship, he wouldn't want anyone else to be dropped in this science experiment.




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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-03-30 11:43 am UTC (link)
Shannon gave him a weak smile and took the journal, flipping through the pages and counting the different handwriting in it. "Oh, wow," she said softly. "Fourteen, including you and Dean," she told him, handing back the journal. "And people didn't wake up alone...so there's bound to be more than the people who've actually written in here. Like, that Dean guy you're talking about? He hasn't written in it yet, at least as far as I know; I've been introducing myself to everybody and taking names for Sam's census. I'd remember if I heard 'Dean' because Sam's looking for someone with that name."

Clever, where Shannon was normally concerned, went directly hand in hand with being manipulative and coy and was not entirely a compliment, but given his accent, maybe the word had different connotations wherever he came from by comparison. His tone of voice seemed genuine enough and Shannon knew that, in a literal sense, it meant 'smart.'

"Thanks," she replied. "I'm really not...it's common sense stuff, I just haven't got anything better to do," she added with a shrug. She thought of the way Kate always went straight into the eye of the storm and Shannon had only ever contributed her ability to speak and read French. This was no different. She wasn't really doing anything important; it was busy work. That was all anyone ever trusted Shannon to do.

Here, take this and get out of the way, Shannon, she thought to herself.

Only, he was asking her to come along to find more people. Looking back at him, she decided that he was good looking...albeit in a pretty, Boone sort of way, which wasn't really her style, but Shannon's comfort zone included good-looking people, however shallow a person that made her. He was smiling widely at her and Shannon dipped her head. No, she'd only get in his way, if she went along. "It's raining," she replied, running her hands through her hair only to push it away from her face. "I'd only get in the way, anyway, but thanks," she added.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-03-30 11:51 am UTC (link)
Judging Dean a bit harshly the Doctor had a feeling the only thing Dean was looking to do with the journal was use it when he went to the loo.

"Well, I'd say you're clever. Not many people would think of paying attention to handwriting. Besides, what you're doing is important. There's nothing more important we can do than organize," he looked a bit serious there, a sharp contrast to the sparkly smile that had slipped off his face once she'd declined his offer.

"Get in the way?" He didn't see how that was possible - but he got the snese from Shannon that pushing her certainly wasn't the way to go. The rain, he'd decided, was just an excuse. Then again, adventure wasn't for everyone, was it?

"Suit yourself, I suppose," He thought for a moment that he ought to ask her to keep an eye out for his friends. Though, he didn't want them here. This wasn't a place to want someone to be - a cage, a prison, a rank dirty old place.

"You know how to reach me if you need to," he said, waving the journal a bit before putting it back in his pocket. "If I'm back this way, you mind if I pop in to dry off?"

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