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The Doctor ([info]fromgallifrey) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-21 19:29:00

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Entry tags:!complete, day 12, location: barn, remy lebeau, the doctor (ten)

Who: The Doctor and Remy LeBeau
What: Friendly fight
When: Day 12: 8AM
Where: Forest, nearest landmark, the Barn
Rating: PG

Status: Complete

The Doctor hadn't slept well. The night before he knew was leading into an even numbered day; an experiment day. It was sad that his mind kept on it like that; kept turning with the desire to anticipate and thwart a foe he could not see. Perhaps that was why the Doctor had such a difficult time pushing his eyes open. He didn't want to wake and see his friends snatched up for someone's trivial idea of a game. He blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. What was once the barn was still cluttered with musty couches and spread out among them were the people he'd come to call friends. Each were dozing quietly.

The Doctor saw his opportunity and he made good on it. Pulling on his trainers and slipping out the door he was headed out into the woods. He hadn't forgotten the plans he'd made for the people in charge. He was going to make good on them. Today. Twigs and brush crumpled beneath him as the Doctor moved quietly through the trees. He didn't want to take the road. He didn't want to talk to anyone. He had a singular focus and not one iota of it included anyone else within the glass bubble. Well, unless that person happened to be the Insider.

 A not so quiet sigh escaped the Doctor. The silence was good company in the sense it didn't make his head hurt any more though also bad as it didn't do anything to still his mind. Wheels kept turning at a furious pace. He needed to go to work on things other than barns. He needed to stop being so attached to the people here, even Jack and Sarah Jane perhaps, and do whatever needed to be done. Would there be collateral damage? How about what he'd do to that 'Insider' when he managed to find them? For a man who didn't like battles or wars or violence the Doctor was finding himself sliding into the darker parts of his mind where things didn't reside in the moral - where they just needed to be done.

Today he would start with the Post Office, he would look through the nooks and crannies there, and then he and his torch would head down into the tunnels where he would find the Insider. He would find the insider and he would find out everything that they knew. He would then continue his search for those working with the insider and force them to return everyone. Following that he would destroy the town and it's bubble so that it would never be used again. Finally, he would deposit those behind it all in a cell on Rigaula Seven where they would never age, never know freedom, and never have any hope for rescue. It was those thoughts that kept cycling through the Time Lord's head. Running through on loop again and again. It was like a mantra. Insider, puppeteers, escape, prison. Those same thoughts caused the distant look in the Doctor's eye and the setting of his jaw. He would have his way.


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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-06-21 06:52 pm UTC (link)
The Doctor felt what he assumed was Remy's fist impact the middle of his back between his shoulder blades; the muscles tensing instantly. The rest he'd had the night before had been good for his back; but the stress of the day and all the lifting had brought him nearly right back to where he had been before with a knot and little spitfires running up and down his spine. His teeth clenched as he made to turn, a slow and labored movement that ordinarily should have been much more graceful only to find the Cajun's hand reaching out and grabbing him by the shirt.

The shove from the marginally taller man was relented to as a tree came up behind him. At least he could lean a moment and try and will his muscles back into submission. If Gambit had realized the pain he'd cause, the Doctor doubted he would have done such a thing. Upon catching sight of those miscolored eyes the Doctor saw only what he recognized as frustration there. Frustration, an emotion he could all too easily understand in that moment.

he Doctor's hands came up to grab at Remy's wrists, willing them off his shoulders. Instead, he found himself with a Cajun screaming at him and slamming his battered back into the hard trunk. "You think I don't know where we are? What this is?" He spat, pushing from the tree with his heel and pawing his way out of the Cajun's grasp. "There's a reason I travel alone. When I'm alone nobody gets hurt." Recently he hadn't been alone for long; yet, he could clearly remember the freedom of not having to watch out for someone else and yet here Remy was telling him that whether or not he'd become attached to these people perhaps some of them had become attached to him.

"You think I'm not level headed?" It was an accusation, not a question. "If I wasn't level headed I would have brought that barn down on all our heads thanks to that friend of yours. I would have stormed off yesterday and taken down every building of this town until either they removed me from it, or came down to try and take care of me. I would have..." The Doctor stopped. His shoulders momentarily slumped and he turned again, running a hand back through his hair.

He was yelling at Gambit. Why? He was yelling becaue he was angry. He was angry and tired. Tired of being challenged and sidestepped and impotent. He was raging at the darkness and swatting at the wind.

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