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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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dont_f_withme
2009-06-03 01:35 pm UTC (link)

Jenny liked the enthusiasm with which he shook her hand. It was comforting to be touched by another human being too so she did not want to let go when the brief gesture was completed. She made herself do it anyway and hooked her fingers together behind her back a little self-consciously.

"I guess not everything but a lot of things that have happened recently haven't helped me feel very safe, that's for sure." Her tone was somewhat serious as she mentally went back over what had happened yesterday. It had brought so many horrible memories back to her mind.

"Oh no. He wasn't flirting. He's kind of a big guy and he came running at me with a big smile, yelling, 'Hi!' or something. I mean, maybe some people consider that flirtatious. I don't." He'd nearly overloaded her with fear. But when was she not nearly overloaded with everything here?

"I - no, thank you. It's just scratches. It bled for a little while but it's okay. I cleaned it in the bathroom last night." She didn't want to go to a clinic. She didn't want to be there with possibly sick or injured people she didn't know. She hated hospitals because the people there always made her feel dirty and about to get some kind of horrible disease.

"So, um, are you here for a book?" she asked conversationally. She was going to try to sound less like a frightened child. Talking to him had already begun to calm her nerves. Talking more should therefore help her more.

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fromgallifrey
2009-06-03 08:09 pm UTC (link)

There wasn't much the Doctor didn't do with enthusiasm. Somehow he'd been gifted with a certain zest for life. It seemed sometimes even when he was just standing still he was only just slowing down so as to better find his bearings before shooting off in another direction entirely.

"I understand quite a few people have that problem," he remarked, thinking quite pointedly at that doctor. Maybe Sarah Jane would go have a talk with her for him - in this case he didn't know how well received he'd be. Sometimes people didn't really favor his special brand of encouragement. "If he wasn't flirting, by the way, he wasn't Jack. The actual Jack would probably flirt with a table." He was serious. Dead serious.

"Actually, I thought it was a real shame that I hadn't been in here the whole time I'd been out and about. Besides, the editions of the books here might give us a clue as to the origins of this town." He walked over and plucked a random volume from a near by shelf. Walking back he mused as he turned the cover. "Moby Dick," he squinted a little, turning the pages to take in the beautifully illustrated book. "What a marvelous little edition."

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dont_f_withme
2009-06-03 08:43 pm UTC (link)

Jenny giggled lightly when the Doctor said Jack would flirt with a table in such a serious tone that she knew he meant it. "In that case, I'm sure it wasn't the real Captain Jack Harkness and just the clone version. I'm glad to know there isn't really an over-sized puppy-like man here in this place with us." She made a mental note to be on her guard whenever she did meet the real Jack Harkness. Last thing she wanted was to be flirted with by someone who would flirt with a table. That didn't sound very bright to her.

Pointing with her thumb over her shoulder in the direction from which she'd come, she said, "There are even older editions in the back rooms. Some of them are entirely in latin and there is a large collection of religious texts from more countries than I ever thought existed in one room." Some of them, when she'd seen them, looked like they might have been from different planets but she'd never admit to having thought that. She'd never believed in aliens or anything supernatural even if she had been brought up a good Jewish girl. God had forsaken her back before she'd ever hit puberty. If he'd ever been there at all.

Following suit, Jenny lifted a book from the shelf nearest her and brushed some dust from the cover with careful fingers. Her eyes widened and she squealed under her breath. "But this is impossible!" She looked over at the Doctor with an excited expression on her face. "This is my book!" How could her book be here in this library full of beautiful editions of classic literature? And covered in dust no less. It wasn't even an edition that had been printed during her lifetime. Not yet, at least. It had lovely pen and ink illustrations.

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fromgallifrey
2009-06-04 09:20 pm UTC (link)

The Doctor heard Jenny's giggle and his hearts leaped a bit. For a girl who had just said she was afraid of everything, she was starting to show signs of life. "If you ever meet him, you'll see why that description of him is quite comical."

"Latin texts?" The Doctor's brow rose curiously. He felt like his Latin was too rusty to be trusted at the moment. Then again, if he was right and the TARDIS was near, he might be able to decipher some of it. The Doctor was actually convinced that the TARDIS was around - otherwise, how would everyone be able to understand one another - especially that Japanese lot.

"You're book? You wrote a book?" He asked this cheerfully, closing up the book with sudden finality as he sidled up next to Jenny. "You wrote a classic, eh?" He was peeking over her shoulder, taking in the words slowly. He couldn't catch much of the plot as she siphoned through the pages, though he thought he might like to. "What's your story, Jenny?" He asked, inquiring about the plot.

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dont_f_withme
2009-06-07 05:37 pm UTC (link)

Now that she had her own book in her hands, something settled down inside Jenny. Something that had been writhing and wriggling for as long as she could remember after she got here. It was like a peace filling her that even the calming effect of being near the Doctor hadn't produced.

Running her tiny fingers over the spine, she flipped through the pages somewhat slowly, looking for any tell-tale sign that this was not, in fact, her book. Everything seemed as it should be though. It was exactly her words in exactly the way she'd written them. She had a dozen copies of the hardcover and paperback editions at home but nothing at all like this. The edges of the pages were even gold!

"It's called Some of Her Parts," she answered, letting her finger trail along the upper portion of a page bearing the title. "It's my memoirs. It was a bestseller but I didn't ever think of it as a classic. They never published it like this while I was alive. How can it look old and worn and classic like this? Is it an anachronism, Doctor?"

She looked up curiously at him, seeking his wisdom because her heart was pounding now with anticipation and excitement. It was really something to think that after she died, or maybe hundreds of years in the future, her book meant something to someone enough to be published like this. It was amazing and it blew her mind.

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