The Doctor (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} fromgallifrey) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} vas_captio_rpg,@ 2009-04-01 19:56:00 |
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| Entry tags: | !dropped, !incomplete, day 02, location: carnival, martha jones, open, the doctor (ten) |
Day 2 - Early evening
Who: The Doctor and OTA (Even if one person replies, feel free to literally jump right on in there, kay?)
What: Staking out the carnival
When: Day 2, early evening
Where: The Carnival
Rating: PG-13 (just in case someone with foul language shows up)
He'd spent the day in the carnival. Sure, it rained most of the day, but, it wasn't hard to stay dry when you had little stands to duck under, a land of bumper cars, and even a Ferris Wheel to investigate.
"Her name was Lola, she was a show girl," The Doctor sung a bit as he inspected the game booth. The stuffed animals had been outside for a long time, in fact a lot of them looked like they had literally started to deflate. "Awwww... Kind of sad, really," he said to himself, pulling up a seat on an old rusted chair. He wasn't sure how long it would take the rest of the inhabitants to show; in fact, he wasn't quite sure that they would show.
He sat there for a while, feeling fidgety and sort of uncomfortable. It wasn't like the Doctor to be so... inactive. All he wanted to do was find a way out. To get out of the glass, into his TARDIS and back into the world of clanging cloisters and mauve lights. He had work to do. Very important work.
Giving up on the booth the Doctor decided the best place to wait might be at the Ferris Wheel given it's visibility. The rain, it seemed, had subsided a bit, which was a pleasant surprise. Turning one of the Ferris wheel's cars upside down with a loud splash and splatter the Doctor counted the seat as dry enough and settled in to gently rock. Knotting his fingers behind his head the Doctor tried to relax and pretend he was off on holiday at some leisure palace and not currently a prisoner.
"Her name was Lola, she was a show girl," The Doctor sung a bit as he inspected the game booth. The stuffed animals had been outside for a long time, in fact a lot of them looked like they had literally started to deflate. "Awwww... Kind of sad, really," he said to himself, pulling up a seat on an old rusted chair. He wasn't sure how long it would take the rest of the inhabitants to show; in fact, he wasn't quite sure that they would show.
He sat there for a while, feeling fidgety and sort of uncomfortable. It wasn't like the Doctor to be so... inactive. All he wanted to do was find a way out. To get out of the glass, into his TARDIS and back into the world of clanging cloisters and mauve lights. He had work to do. Very important work.
Giving up on the booth the Doctor decided the best place to wait might be at the Ferris Wheel given it's visibility. The rain, it seemed, had subsided a bit, which was a pleasant surprise. Turning one of the Ferris wheel's cars upside down with a loud splash and splatter the Doctor counted the seat as dry enough and settled in to gently rock. Knotting his fingers behind his head the Doctor tried to relax and pretend he was off on holiday at some leisure palace and not currently a prisoner.