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Jenny Schecter (dont_f_withme) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-02 11:09:00

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!complete, day 09, jenny schecter, location: library, the doctor (ten)

Day 9: Morningtime Meeting
Who: Jenny & The Doctor
What: Meeting in person
When: 10:30 am or thereabouts
Where: The Library
Rating: PGish (may be raised if Jenny drops an f-bomb or two)
Status: Active

Jenny had not slept well at all. Whether she was going to admit it to herself or not, she had been terrified by that clone or whoever it had been calling himself Captain Jack Harkness. In spite of Shannon's assurance that Jack would never behave that way, she wasn't taking any chances. If she saw that face ever again, she was running. And if she couldn't run, she was going to scream. It had kept her inside the library, barricaded in the special editions archive, curled up under a fire blanket on the floor clutching her journal to her chest and only periodically catching a snatch of sleep when her lids fluttered closed out of pure exhaustion.

She woke with a start as the sun's rays finally crept beneath her lashes and roused her tired brain. Scrambling to her feet, Jenny realized where she was only after she'd rubbed her eyes with the heels of her hands and looked around. Breathing in the dust and must of old books, she felt the rumble in her stomach for food. How long had it been since she'd actually eaten?

It didn't take long for her to unbarricade the door, something that registered a pang of fear in her hungry stomach. If it was so easy for her it could have been very easy for anyone else. She wouldn't think about it because her stomach was audible in the empty halls now as she wandered farther into the building in hopes of finding a stash of candy bars of an old vending machine of some sort.

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fromgallifrey
2009-06-02 11:09 am UTC (link)

The Doctor had slept fine - he just hadn't slept much. Having stayed up until the wee hours nearing dawn had left the Doctor a bit on the sleepy side. Who knows what had driven him from bed as soon as it did, but, the Doctor knew that if he had stayed there he would have just fallen asleep again.

Pulling on his jacket, the Doctor left the museum with little pomp or circumstance. He was out for a walk in the crisp mid-morning air and hoping that it would help him stay awake.

The Doctor mused a moment when he realized that for all the things he'd been up to, he hadn't taken a peek into the library just yet. That was just unacceptable - his not stepping in to the library - even if he suspected it was going to be a less than complete collection. Though, when the books had come from would be telling as to the status of this town.

Pulling open the door the Doctor stepped into the musty space, a tree having taken up residence in the middle of the room. Given his most recent experience with the Vahsta Narada, the Doctor had a surreal moment of discomfort. He would resist the urge to count the shadows. Shoving his hands into his pockets, the Doctor took a few long strides across the room. there were plenty of books, and most of them looked like they hadn't suffered terribly at the hands of the elements.

"Well look at that," the Doctor smiled, pulling off the shelf a copy of The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe. It wasn't his favorite of the books (preferring the last in the series best); but, it still made him smile to think that it was there. Pulling open the book he took glance at the delicate pages, his attention becoming fixed on the thicker illustrated pages and their fine protective tissue that set nicely on top. This book was a work of art.

Unconsciously, the Doctor started humming, Reinette's waltz apparently quite firmly lodged in his head today.

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dont_f_withme
2009-06-02 12:03 pm UTC (link)

Jenny froze the moment she heard the humming echoing through the cold marble halls. At first she'd thought it was another mewling sound in the vicinity of her stomach but when it continued, her smile faded quickly into wide-eyed fear. It didn't immediately occur to her that there were possibly people staying in the building because she'd been holed up in one back corner or that someone might be stopping by for a book to read out in the sun. As creative as her mind was, it should have, but she was still in full fear mode.

She stopped moving, her fingers trailing the edges of bookshelves at the far end of the stacks in the main room with the trees. She'd considered coming through there to find what she was looking for and if she wasn't able to find it there, she could go out the front. The back of the building seemed less safe even though it wasn't like the front was any more public with so few people in the town.

Her fingers caught on the warped binding of a book that looked to have been damaged by water. Jenny caught her breath as the tome fell onto its neighbor and, in an otherwise lovely domino effect, several others. Then, as if the noise she had made couldn't get louder, all the falling books dislodged and clattered to the floor with a booming thud. Jenny squeaked and covered her mouth with both hands.