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poly_chromatic2012-10-16 02:50 pm
verylast) wrote in poly_chromatic2012-10-16 02:50 pm
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(( OOC: Spoilers for The Angels Take Manhattan in this post. Also this is the same Doctor, I just got a bit weird and changed his journal. ))
[ When the feed starts it picks up the shadow of the Hall of the Missing behind the lone figure holding on to the device. The Doctor may not have looked all that different but for the lining of his face. He looks tired, defeated. A small printed peice of paper sticks out of his pocket at an awkward angle and he hums softly. ]
Hello again, City. It's been a while. Well, for me, I don't suppose all that much time has passed since for you. The weather hasn't even changed. [ A pause. ] Nevertheless, it would appear I'm too late either way. [ Amelia's gone. He'd thought, hoped, that when he'd arrived back she would be waiting with a smile on her face and a cluck of her tongue to tell him how stupid he'd been. But her name is in the building behind him, and he's lost her here too. He's alone.
And he'd promised, god, he'd promised. Never them. His hearts twist and for a moment he thinks about just giving up. Who cares what the deities want with him? Why should he bother about the City and all of its foolish, wonderful inhabitants when his best friend in all the worlds and the one person he'd finally been able to trust isn't even here --.
But he's the Doctor, and the words she'd written him burn in his pocket as a reminder. He physically tries to pull himself together with a brisk shake of his head. ] Could someone kindly fill me in on what I've missed? I feel like I need to catch up.
[ When the feed starts it picks up the shadow of the Hall of the Missing behind the lone figure holding on to the device. The Doctor may not have looked all that different but for the lining of his face. He looks tired, defeated. A small printed peice of paper sticks out of his pocket at an awkward angle and he hums softly. ]
Hello again, City. It's been a while. Well, for me, I don't suppose all that much time has passed since for you. The weather hasn't even changed. [ A pause. ] Nevertheless, it would appear I'm too late either way. [ Amelia's gone. He'd thought, hoped, that when he'd arrived back she would be waiting with a smile on her face and a cluck of her tongue to tell him how stupid he'd been. But her name is in the building behind him, and he's lost her here too. He's alone.
And he'd promised, god, he'd promised. Never them. His hearts twist and for a moment he thinks about just giving up. Who cares what the deities want with him? Why should he bother about the City and all of its foolish, wonderful inhabitants when his best friend in all the worlds and the one person he'd finally been able to trust isn't even here --.
But he's the Doctor, and the words she'd written him burn in his pocket as a reminder. He physically tries to pull himself together with a brisk shake of his head. ] Could someone kindly fill me in on what I've missed? I feel like I need to catch up.
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