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Remy LeBeau (ace_of_clubs) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-08-10 10:22:00

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!complete, day 18, location: carnival, remy lebeau, the doctor (ten)

Who: Remy LeBeau & The (Tenth) Doctor
Where: The Carnival
When: Day 18: 1:15PM
What: Remy's looking for his lost Doctor
Rating: R. Oh yes. R.
Status: Complete

Remy's morning had been, well.. bad. He'd found two new arrivals, then he'd found Rose.. then the Doctor, who hadn't even shown any cares that he was alive and well. And then he'd returned that survey to the Management and headed right for the carnival-- since he had looked everywhere else for the Doctor between their argument and turning in the survey. There was only one place left to go, and the Cajun was headed right for those bumper cars inside the carnival, soaking wet and pleased about it, he moved through the metal gate surrounding the giant death trap that was the fun fair, and heading back through the twisted metal to the covered enclosure that housed the bumper cars.

It only took a moment for him to climb up and over, silent feet moving across the slippery surface and leaving wet shoe-prints in his wake, before he came to a stop near that bumper car and the Doctor kneeling next to it. But he didn't say anything. Not yet.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-08-11 10:54 pm UTC (link)

He could see the Doctor walking towards that other bumper car easily enough, without even looking up, without raising his eyes. He saw you, Time Lord. And he saw you not looking at him. And he hated it. It made his stomach twist. He hated that feeling. Red eyes slid closed briefly, and he only opened them when the Doctor asked if he heard him. This time, he looked up, but not over. Instead, he watched the dismantled yellow car, there in the middle of the sea of silver. "Oui." Another simple answer. He'd heard you, Doctor. And he remained still for a few more long seconds, before sliding his feet onto the ground and his butt off of the stool.

He passed through the small gate leading into the operator's area, then he hopped over the railing, so that he wouldn't have to walk back across that slick silver surface. Would you look at that? He was listening to you, Doctor. Or, at least, he looked like he was. Because he was walking along the outside of the oval bumper car pavilion, so he could get back around to the front. Closer to the road.

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fromgallifrey
2009-08-11 11:17 pm UTC (link)

So, they were both avoiding each other. Both avoiding the fight and the struggle. Could anyone really blame them? Because it took a lot more energy to argue and to make each other suffer. It took a hell of a lot more force to make up lies and stick to them. Perhaps that's why the Doctor loathed lying so much.

His head rolled back, and the Doctor found himself wishing he had something other than a child's height headrest behind him. He'd picked the wrong side of the car to sit on. Though, he didn't make any motion to shift, no he just pulled his face up again in enough time to see the Cajun headed down the queue and closer to the road.

The Doctor knew better than to think the Cajun would actually leave so quietly when things actually felt like maybe, maybe they could be tolerable for a moment or two. Though, for the moment, the Time Lord thought maybe he could breathe, just a little bit.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-08-11 11:52 pm UTC (link)

Looked like the Cajun still had a few surprises up his sleeve, eh, Doctor? Because he was finally pushing his hands into the pocket of your coat, nice and deep, and he made it all the way to the road, then stopped there in the rain and stood silently for a long moment. Then he turned, and looked back towards the bumper cars. Oh, there he was-- he was going to turn around and.. no. His body twisted and he continued out onto the road, then down it, through the rain.

There you go, Time Lord. The second time the Cajun had walked away from you. Still enjoying it?

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fromgallifrey
2009-08-12 12:00 am UTC (link)

"Right," the Doctor said quietly, watching as Remy crossed out into the street with a glance backward. Not even a smile? Well, that wasn't quite his Cajun, was it? The Doctor drummed on his kneecap, suddenly and unexpectedly alone in the contours of his bumper car. Quite alone. Got what you wanted, did you?

The Doctor squished down into the seat, pulling out his journal, peeking at the entries there. It was quiet today, too quiet. Perhaps people had gone to meet the people in charge? The Doctor had no intention of doing that. No, he was going to stay in his carnival and work on his modulator. He was going to stay there, quite alone and enjoy the quiet.

And ignore how much he hated when his companions walked away.

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