(ooc: Unngh, I’d best be off. Got to look over my Leisure notes, otherwise I’ll be in trouble with my teacher on Friday.)
New Faces.
“Ah, something we have in common then,” she grinned as another breath of wind hit her. “Are you in a hurry to get away anywhere?”
The wind ruffled his hair slightly and he exhaled, the smile still on his face. “We do! And not in particular, no. Why?” He tilted his head slightly, curious.
New Faces.
“Hm, well I like it. It’s unique,” she grinned and ran a hand through her hair. There was something about the man in front of her, something mysterious - and not just because he was a stranger. Although, she couldn’t put her finger on what it was. Shaking these thoughts off she looked at him. “So, what are you doing wandering the city?”
“Really? Thank you. You’ve got a pretty name yourself! Most of the hu- people I meet have boring, ordinary names, like James and Hannah.” His smile fades a little, hoping that she didn’t notice his slip-up. He noticed something different about her, too, but he had the strangest feeling that he could trust her with almost anything. “Oh, just on my way home.” He shrugged. “Ran into a bit of trouble though, I didn’t exactly mean to end up around here. What about you?”
She blushed lightly at his compliment and held her smile. “Thank you. Trouble?” she asked, her eyebrow raising ever so slightly. Her nosey nature was starting to appear and she hoped he didn’t mind her asking. There was something about him that seemed different and she wanted to know about him. “Me? Oh, I’m just wandering. Trying to clear my head.”
“Just the usual, really. Nothing I’m not used to.” He waved a hand, still smiling at her. “Fair enough. I wander around a lot for the same purpose.” In fact, he’d been doing a lot of that recently. He was using it as a distraction, seeing as he needed to get all these thoughts of regeneration that he’d been having out of his head.
(ooc: I can’t believe that I’ve only got two more lessons left (not counting the two revision ones I’m having with one of my teachers next week) and then I’m completely done with secondary school education and A-Level lessons. I’ve been at the same school for nearly seven years and I’m slightly scared, to say the least.)
New Faces.
“Hm, well I like it. It’s unique,” she grinned and ran a hand through her hair. There was something about the man in front of her, something mysterious - and not just because he was a stranger. Although, she couldn’t put her finger on what it was. Shaking these thoughts off she looked at him. “So, what are you doing wandering the city?”
“Really? Thank you. You’ve got a pretty name yourself! Most of the hu- people I meet have boring, ordinary names, like James and Hannah.” His smile fades a little, hoping that she didn’t notice his slip-up. He noticed something different about her, too, but he had the strangest feeling that he could trust her with almost anything. “Oh, just on my way home.” He shrugged. “Ran into a bit of trouble though, I didn’t exactly mean to end up around here. What about you?”
YOU JUST WOKE UP NAKED IN BED NEXT TO ME. using only 3 words, what would you say to me?
(Source: yandere-monster, via mostdangerousladyinlondon)
New Faces.
Cheyanne was out doing her usual, wandering the city at dusk, watching all of the life around her. So many people rushing around flustered and stressed trying to get in the last of their day’s work and here she was, lost in the middle of them, trying to act normal.
The only thing was she didn’t feel normal. She felt numb.
With everything going on she was a mess. She didn’t know what to do and was feeling something really reckless approaching fast. However, she wasn’t trying to think of any of that at the moment. She was just here, in the middle of busy London walking lost, looking for a new friend.
Not before long that wish was answered as she bumped into someone. “Oh, I’m sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going.”
The Doctor happily made his way through the streets of London, en route back to where he’d parked the TARDIS. He’d just come out of a rather sticky encounter with a group of Raxacoricofallapatorians (not Slitheen, though) and he’d be glad to relax on board his ship for a while.
Lost in his thoughts, he let his memory and sense of direction take control as he weaved in and out of the crowds of people. Not quite fully aware of where he was going, he was snapped out of his reverie when he walked into someone.
“Sorry! That was partly my fault, too. Had a long day.” He smiled pleasantly, looking downwards to find a girl in her late teens stood right in front of him.
“Oh, me too. Still sorry though,” she smiled up at the man, brushing a strand of blonde hair from her eyes as a gentle breeze came down. “I’m Cheyanne,” she extended a hand for a shake. Chey, what are you doing? You never shake hands with people.
He beamed knowingly down back at her, taking her hand and shaking it gently. “Nice to meet you, Cheyanne! I’m the Doctor.”
She smiled brightly back at him and returned the shake. Raising an eyebrow slightly she thought about his name. “The Doctor? That’s an unusual name, no offence intended.”
“Yep! Just the Doctor.” He grinned. “And none taken. Stopped using my real name years ago.” Centuries, even. He thought to himself. He couldn’t even remember the last time someone had addressed him with his full name.
New Faces.
Cheyanne was out doing her usual, wandering the city at dusk, watching all of the life around her. So many people rushing around flustered and stressed trying to get in the last of their day’s work and here she was, lost in the middle of them, trying to act normal.
The only thing was she didn’t feel normal. She felt numb.
With everything going on she was a mess. She didn’t know what to do and was feeling something really reckless approaching fast. However, she wasn’t trying to think of any of that at the moment. She was just here, in the middle of busy London walking lost, looking for a new friend.
Not before long that wish was answered as she bumped into someone. “Oh, I’m sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going.”
The Doctor happily made his way through the streets of London, en route back to where he’d parked the TARDIS. He’d just come out of a rather sticky encounter with a group of Raxacoricofallapatorians (not Slitheen, though) and he’d be glad to relax on board his ship for a while.
Lost in his thoughts, he let his memory and sense of direction take control as he weaved in and out of the crowds of people. Not quite fully aware of where he was going, he was snapped out of his reverie when he walked into someone.
“Sorry! That was partly my fault, too. Had a long day.” He smiled pleasantly, looking downwards to find a girl in her late teens stood right in front of him.
“Oh, me too. Still sorry though,” she smiled up at the man, brushing a strand of blonde hair from her eyes as a gentle breeze came down. “I’m Cheyanne,” she extended a hand for a shake. Chey, what are you doing? You never shake hands with people.
He beamed knowingly down back at her, taking her hand and shaking it gently. “Nice to meet you, Cheyanne! I’m the Doctor.”
(Source: justroleplaythings, via thisblogiswestwood)
