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July 2nd,
2008 1:23 am
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He finds his absolution in the dark streets of a broken city, the sky falling around them in bright colorful flashes, the air permeated with charred metal and death. There are survivors crawling from the surrounding rubble but the only life he sees is a blur of yellow, blue and pink as he's suddenly enveloped by a familiar warmth that is now desperate and shaking. Comfort is a luxury neither of them can afford amidst the overwhelming losses they've suffered this night, but for her he tries and his arms finally remember how to move and he's clutching her against his chest like she's the only thing that matters in the world.
Her words are hot and choking against his neck, sobbing apologies for crimes she didn't commit and burrowing closer as if safety is something that exists within his embrace. She whispers names like a mantra, each of which would mar a headstone were there bodies left to be claimed instead of the ash which now smeared their flesh in a crude reminder of what it meant to be a hero.
He wants to soothe away the darkness lurking fresh in her mind, but he knows it's too late, that the veins beneath her skin might as well be scars mocking their survival when all else is gone. She's an orphan now, homeless and alone and just like him. He hates himself a little more for it, but the selfish hearts in his chest are thundering a gracious rhythm that once more the universe spared this precious girl.
Forgiveness isn't something he deserves, but when the tears are spent and she looks upon him he knows he is without transgression in her eyes. He is the Doctor again, not the Oncoming Storm with the burning fury of a thousand suns and when she reaches for his hand to deliver him from the wreckage he almost believes.
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The in-between (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) rosetyler). |
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June 21st,
2008 12:02 am
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He was the same man, if only she'd just believe him. He'd experienced regeneration shock before with companions but for some reason it stung more this time. Honestly, it really could have gone much worse. He hadn't lashed out with anything so frightening as physical violence as he had with poor, unsuspecting Peri nor had he acted particularly unstable with the alarming personalities of his previous selves. Perhaps he could have spared her the unhinged display of manic exuberance that had overcome him directly after departing the game station, but really, he'd had little control over his neurotransmitters at the time.
There was no such thing as a perfect regeneration, regardless of what airs Romana might have put on about it in the past. There was nothing simple about it, especially when you had a very confused, very hurt companion who for all intents and purposes was acting as if it were your funeral. She was mourning the old him, the proper Doctor as she'd put it and that pained him as much as it infuriated him. He'd sacrificed himself to see her survival, had wanted her safe with every fiber of his being and now that he had untamed tawny hair with puppy dog eyes instead of satellite ears and moody blue eyes she no longer wanted him around. Saving the world from hostile alien occupation had appeared to tip the scales in his favor for a time, but twenty-four hours later and they were right back at square one.
He sighed through his nose and stared wistfully at the half-eaten Jaffa cake in his hand. He seemed to have an unhealthy fondness for sweets this time around, something he found Jackie Tyler had an endless supply of inside her kitchen cupboards. He wasn't sure whether or not to be thankful for this fact as he'd been shoveling them into his mouth ever since Rose had left for a shopping date with Shareen. He knew he was moping, burying his woes in comfort food like any properly depressed human would. It wouldn't have been such embarrassing behavior were he actually human and not a nine hundred year old, self-respecting, incomparably impressive Time Lord who didn't let his emotions run away with him.
He was just beginning to feel especially self-deprecating when the lock sounded on the front door, signaling company. He was nearly horrified at his cowardice when he realized he'd been hoping for Jackie to walk through the door instead of Rose. Quickly sticking the remaining end of the biscuit into his mouth, he adopted a casual slouch over the dining table and grew conveniently fascinated with whatever garbage the Sunday Mirror (clearly Jackie's reading material) had to report.
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The Doctor. (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif) whoville) |
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June 10th,
2008 11:26 pm
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Name: The Doctor (tenth regeneration)
Age: Nine hundred years and some change – whose counting?
Portrayal: Slightly AU, but not by much. The lever never moved, Rose didn’t slip and Pete never returned to take her back to the parallel world. The Doctor and Rose were never separated from each other, but were stuck in their original universe with Rose’s family on the other side and no hope of return. Despite obvious emotional hurdles, it’s the same old life on the TARDIS, at least for the moment.
Brief Personality Description: Ah. Well, for a nine centuries old alien time traveler, he’s adopted quite an eclectic bunch of personality traits over his ten regenerated forms. We’ll say charmingly eccentric and manic to a fault in his tenth evolution. Extreme emotional highs and lows, as well as an insatiable childlike curiosity for the most mundane of things. He’s Albert Einstein, Frank Lloyd Wright and Robin Hood all at once. Positive behavioral traits aside, he can at times be quite merciless in the face of moral and ethical injustice. He is also prone to displaying indifference, listlessness and might appear quite rude in the face of otherwise commonplace earthen traditions due to his non-human origin.
Player: Lauren
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