I Moderate (i_moderate) wrote in we_archive, @ 2006-07-09 20:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | harleen quinzel, the doctor |
i_playhard Thinking: [Open]
Harley paced back and forth in front of a small shop. On one hand she really wanted those dresses in the window. On the other hand there wasn't really anyone here to help her out in getting them so she'd be all on her own.
"They sure would look awfully pretty on me though" She said aloud. She got a few stares from people, she grinned as a blonde girl stared at her. She wasn't sure if the stares were due to her outfit or due to her talking aloud to herself.
She spun around and the bells on her hat jingled as she landed down on her hands. She paced that way for a while. A random suited man tossed a few quarters at her.
"Hey! I ain't no act!" She shouted back, pocketing the dollars none the less.
"I sure do wish I had someone other than myself to talk to," She said sighing. She flipped back to her feet and plopped down into a nearby bench.
[OOC: Sorry for not being active, I caught the EMO bug and have been hiding from the world mostly.]
From: i_who Date: 07/09/2006 23:27:43
The hardest part of chasing a gut feeling was having your gut slip away from you nearly every step of the way. The Doctor had dashed away from the Devil himself in search of the TARDIS, wherein he'd make sense of all this. But the City didn't seem all that keen on his skills of detection; every corner was wrong, every turn taking him from the direction he wanted to go.
Not to mention the changes.
Everything was temporally wrong, including himself and by the second atomic shift, the dizziness that swam in his head wasn't helping any sort of thinking straight. Coming from around the corner, shaking his hed, he announced to no one in particular, least of all himself, "I'm... I'm getting younger?"
he first person he saw had bells on. He took it for a sign, "You there? Have you seen a girl, blonde hair..." Memories were starting to overlap. "Speak up!," he told her out of frustration.
From: i_playhard Date: 07/12/2006 10:02:21
Harley stared at the man, turning her head from side to side. She did a quick flip and landed in front of him.
"A girl? You want a girl? Well, I'm a girl. I have blonde hair. See!" She took off her hat and her blonde hair fell down in waves. She shook her head and raked her hand through her hair.
"All blonde!" She said smiling.
From: i_who Date: 07/12/2006 22:38:06
Gymnatics, yes. "You are blonde, yes. You do have me there, young lady..."
Turning his head from side to side, the profile that returned to her wasn't... the same one as before. The older-now-younger man scrunched up his face for a moment before admittng to her, "But not exactly the blonde from Cardiff I need, thank you."
From: i_playhard Date: 07/13/2006 15:04:18
She backed away from him startled at this change of appearance.
"What...?! What the hell?! You just got young, and cute!" She said starring at him, eyes wide.
From: i_who Date: 07/15/2006 19:51:05
She backed away and he did as well, with just as much apprehension. Hands were held out in front of him, the jacket cuffs not matchig the wrists and quickly brought them to his face. "So I did....," he muttered to himself, then tugged on the lapels of the coat to stand up a bit straighter.
"Now... blonde, athletic, Cardiff," he instructed the clown girl, then sort of ran out of words, slapping his hands back to his face. "NO, no, no, too jumbly, everything... I need the TARDIS, need to get..." The changes hurt, like having bones set and reset at whim and it was getting harder and harder to think...
From: i_playhard Date: 07/18/2006 18:22:36
Harley stared at the man with a puzzeled look.
"What's wrong with you? Got a few marbles loose or something age changing man?" She asked spinning around him. This man was almost as crazy as me she though.
From: i_who Date: 07/23/2006 18:19:30
He had the strangest urge to reach out and grab her, shae her hard until she stopped spinning and gave him what he wanted. Hands clenched towards the act and his head shot down, looking at the ground, when a shadow passed over, just a stray cloud in front of the sun, turning blonde curls brown.
New face, new eyes met the girl once she'd made her circut. "Frankly, I'm exausted," he told her simply and leaned a hand against a nearby wall. His thumb scraped against the grafitti. "You would do if time was picking at your skin like a bad rash, peeling away yourselves..." His hand patted at the wall again.
"That's it!" Hands stopped patting the wall and started patting his coat. "Do you have any chalk, miss?"
From: i_playhard Date: 07/24/2006 08:46:59
She stared at him her eyes as big as saucers. "You changed again! Ever changing man aren't you? What's up with that?"
She frowned at his complaints, "You should turn that frown upside down" She said smiling brightly to demonstrate.
"Chalk...nope I don't have any of that!" She said bouncing about.
From: i_who Date: 07/24/2006 10:46:17
"You should get some. Rather handy, chalk..."
Outside, inside, finally a scrap of something pulled out of an inner pocket is found. It wasn't much but it would do. Attacking the wall, he widely scribbled out two words, using the entire nub of chalk he'd been able to produce. "It's handy, you can take it anywhere, mark your travels, send messages, not too much use underwater, but if you have enough of it..."
BAD WOLF, the words read, and he stepped back to admire them. "You can float." He grinned, pleased with his work.
From: i_playhard Date: 07/26/2006 12:47:51
Harley frowned. This man just might be a little more insane than her.
"You know...I'm pretty gosh darn insane, at least that's what they say. But you. You might take the cake. Ooooo cake would be good..." She said drifting off.
She read what he had written, "What does that mean?" She asked him innocently.
From: i_who Date: 07/27/2006 17:37:10
"It's a message," he spoke softly. "She used it to get to me once."
All this work over one little girl. It was worth it, he supposed. The TARDIS was at stake. And he really wanted to see her.
His features twisted again, as if gaining a new face was like wearing a new expression. "Thank you for your help, miss," he offered the clown girl. "You have a lovely hat." And after a couple of wobbly steps, he walked away...