inside a POLICE CALL BOX (i_keptmyaccent) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2011-03-17 17:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | amy pond, arthur |
Excuse me? [Arthur]
Amy Pond was harassing a lamppost. Or rather, a strange bit of technology that was attached to said lamppost.
"Okay. This one is on. Are you sure you're not getting any signal?" With her obviously Scottish accent the young twenty-something year old appeared to speak to no one in particular. It wasn't until she brushed back long red hair over her shoulder with blue painted fingernails one could notice the earpiece. There was a sigh.
"Doctor? Are you there? I said it's on. It's working. Are you there, Doctor?" Apparently she was in some sort of technological dead zone. The TARDIS wasn't picking up signal from either her earpiece or the piece of timey-wimey alien technology. Pulling out her earpiece Amy scolded it, "I really hate you."
She had until then she'd seemed almost normal compared to the madness of The City with it's shifting streets, vampires and unassuming police call boxes that were really alien time traveling space ships. Occasionally people walked past Amy or there would be a car, but for the most part her work was ignored. The City natives got under her skin. Like zombies that didn't eat brains - which somehow made them a little more unnatural.
Amy pocketed the ear piece. The street corner had already changed on her.
"Great. Now I'm lost again."