Who: Sexy and OTA if so desired =D What: Trying to avoid being taken again because she doesn't grasp what's going on. When: Tonight Where: Who knows, she's trying to run away to avoid another round of torture/attempted death by Sam O.o Don't ask. Really, just don't. Warnings: Depends on if anyone shows up? But besides brief mentions of torture, should be none
Sexy didn't understand what was going on. True, human emotions and reactions as a general rule confused her, but this was something else entirely. Whenever her body forced her to turn off, she sometimes found herself back at the hands of the mirror version of Sam. She never spoke about it, mostly because she didn't know how to. Also, she had the knowledge that the mirror Sam was no longer there and that she was safe. Her mind didn't think so at night, but as a rule, she knew it to be true and so she went about trying to learn the ways of humans to better acclimate herself with this place. Still, there were times when her mind made her think of it. Reminded her of the splintering time lines, the frayed images and intertwining suffocation. The blood raining from the sky, the death. When nothing was right. Things weren't right now, but they were better and that had to count for something. Time lines were restored so the right versions were back but that didn't erase what had happened for any of them.
Really, she didn't know what was happening to her, though. She had seen Sam refer to her as a demon, saying she had her thief mind controlled and that he would save him. She knew what he was, what he did. What he was capable of. She knew that, while he was not the mirror version of him, he still had it in him if he thought it necessary. And he would. Because he thought her a demon. Oh, his mirror self had wanted her to use her abilities and she said no and that was what had led to the pain. The sinister look, the laughing, the blood. The complete fracturing of her mind and short circuiting of the brain. What she didn't understand though was, why just seeing his image with the words caused her to feel immensely panicked. Why suddenly she was at his house and in the TARDIS all at once. Why she could feel the pain coursing throughout the body, feel the blood yet it wasn't there. She wasn't there. She didn't understand the anxiousness, the inability to fully breathe. So she had kicked her thief. The one who was there. The one who had put the idea in Sam's head. She didn't know how to express herself and so that was the answer. And then her declaration on the boards.
Her thief seemed to realize what she meant, he promised she wouldn't go through that again. That she'd be protected by him and the him she had met in this body before being here. But could they really? Yes. Of course. They were the Doctor. So she had paced. Back and forth and wringing her hands. She had to move. She didn't understand. So she left. Left the TARDIS and ran. She didn't know the direction in which she was going, she just had to move. The body seemed to have a mind of it's own, which was impossible. Idris was gone from the body. Yet Sexy did what she felt she had to. She ran. She ran until the lungs protested, until she needed to breathe. Gasping for breath, the humanized time machine looked around warily. She didn't know where she was. Oh, she'd be able to find her thief, thieves, whatever. She'd be able to find them and the TARDIS by locking onto their time stream. But right now, she just needed to be away and move and keep away from the freakishly tall demon hunter who had it in his head she was a demon. The freakishly tall demon hunter who had a mirror self that had tortured her to the point of shattering her mind beyond what the paradoxes were doing to her for a time.
Struggling for breath, Sexy slid down against a tree and kept alert. If in trouble, she could use the telepathic link to contact her thieves. For now, she would catch her breath and try to still the images of the past to keep them from suffocating her as the wrong time lines had.