Doctor Who: The Enemy of My Enemy (IC|Closed)
Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2012 3:57 pm
OOC
London, England
28 August, 2014
6:14 PM
London, England
10 October, 2014
7:28 PM
London, England
28 August, 2014
6:14 PM
Cherise cocked her head to the side, one eyebrow raised. She peered forward at the bush with considerable intensity. She could swear that she'd seen something move into it. It had looked a bit like a rat, but then, rats didn't flash in the sun that way. It had definitely been metallic. She took a step forward with her right foot and then sighed, shaking her head. It was probably nothing - most things were probably nothing, and you got worse than nothing for making a big deal out of nothing. That's what her mum had always taught her, bless the old crone. Cherise turned around and began to walk up the street towards her home (she had a proper home now, no more living in that awful flat for her), each step punctuated by a click of her shoe's heel against the sidewalk.
Then she stopped. She'd definitely heard rustling behind her. No doubts about it. Cherise turned slowly and took a good, hard look at the bush once more. Aside from the fact that Mr. Johnson desperately needed to give it a good trim, it seemed an extremely ordinary bush. Shaking her head again, Cherise turned back around and kept walking for a good couple of metres. This time she stopped because of a different noise. A little metallic whirring coming out of the alleyway off to her right. A bit like the noise a computer fan sometimes makes, but significantly more sinister. She supposed that was because it was a bit deeper in pitch than her computer's fan.
Cherise sighed, now resigned to the fact that she was definitely going to be making a big deal out of what was probably nothing today. She turned to her right and - not without a good measure of caution - walked into the alleyway.
"Hello?" she called out, "is someone here?" Her accent betrayed her origins - she had been born and raised in Liverpool and had only moved to London a year or two ago for a job. It was a nice job, as jobs went, but banking was quite stressful work. Still - she was learning to be quite observant thanks to the job. One couldn't be too careful when dealing with money.
It didn't take extraordinary powers of observation for Cherise to hear the last sounds she would ever hear. There was an awful, grating, metallic voice. It was shouting, and it hardly sounded human at all.
It said, "EXTERMINATE."
There was a flash of light and Cherise's shopping fell to the ground. A small silvery thing, not unlike a metal rat, scurried out from behind a trash can and began investigating the contents of the bags.
Then she stopped. She'd definitely heard rustling behind her. No doubts about it. Cherise turned slowly and took a good, hard look at the bush once more. Aside from the fact that Mr. Johnson desperately needed to give it a good trim, it seemed an extremely ordinary bush. Shaking her head again, Cherise turned back around and kept walking for a good couple of metres. This time she stopped because of a different noise. A little metallic whirring coming out of the alleyway off to her right. A bit like the noise a computer fan sometimes makes, but significantly more sinister. She supposed that was because it was a bit deeper in pitch than her computer's fan.
Cherise sighed, now resigned to the fact that she was definitely going to be making a big deal out of what was probably nothing today. She turned to her right and - not without a good measure of caution - walked into the alleyway.
"Hello?" she called out, "is someone here?" Her accent betrayed her origins - she had been born and raised in Liverpool and had only moved to London a year or two ago for a job. It was a nice job, as jobs went, but banking was quite stressful work. Still - she was learning to be quite observant thanks to the job. One couldn't be too careful when dealing with money.
It didn't take extraordinary powers of observation for Cherise to hear the last sounds she would ever hear. There was an awful, grating, metallic voice. It was shouting, and it hardly sounded human at all.
It said, "EXTERMINATE."
There was a flash of light and Cherise's shopping fell to the ground. A small silvery thing, not unlike a metal rat, scurried out from behind a trash can and began investigating the contents of the bags.
London, England
10 October, 2014
7:28 PM
It was a Friday evening and London was as busy as ever. The hustle and bustle of the ancient city showed no signs of slowing down as the sky grew darker and the night air grew colder. There was, of course, the threat of rain, but rain did little to perturb the English. Rain drops were hardly the worst thing to ever fall from the sky over London. And they were far from the only thing that would fall out of the sky tonight. A familiar visitor was returning to London tonight, though he had changed quite a bit since he was last in town.
As the first drops began to fall by an unassuming pub in Islington, a curious sound emanated softly from the sky directly above it. A perception filter kept everyone from noticing it - you would only have known it was there if you had been listening for it. And tonight, none of the people who spent every night listening for that sound were by the pub in Islington. It was a wheezing sound. A grating, whirring sound. An alien sound. The sound of a Type 40 TARDIS with the parking brakes on.
The TARDIS materialized out of thin air ten metres above the pub's roof. It dropped from the sky like a stone, hit the roof with a thud, and slid off, landing on its side in the alleyway behind the building. Not even the perception filter would mask that racket.
As the first drops began to fall by an unassuming pub in Islington, a curious sound emanated softly from the sky directly above it. A perception filter kept everyone from noticing it - you would only have known it was there if you had been listening for it. And tonight, none of the people who spent every night listening for that sound were by the pub in Islington. It was a wheezing sound. A grating, whirring sound. An alien sound. The sound of a Type 40 TARDIS with the parking brakes on.
The TARDIS materialized out of thin air ten metres above the pub's roof. It dropped from the sky like a stone, hit the roof with a thud, and slid off, landing on its side in the alleyway behind the building. Not even the perception filter would mask that racket.