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Post by ambrosia on Jul 28, 2010 7:06:58 GMT -5
 Helen was surely being led around in circles. She had sworn she'd seen the same row of houses for many long blocks on end, in the last half an hour. Judging from the readings from her Biochemical Analyser, there was a radioactive substance that someone was being kept a secret in one of those houses. This substance, as the readings had shown, contained microscopic bacteria ranging from alien origins. It was a dangerous thing to be kep lying around. It was technically a living chemical, one which had symbiotic capabilities. It needed to be in the safe hands of Torchwood.
She needed to find the house; get in; retrieve the chemical; and be on her way. Unless there was something else she had to deal with, first, then she'll deal with it then. Right now, it was a level one biohazard under strict confidentiality, if she can keep it contained. Doctor Beckett carried her briefcase, which had all the equipment she needed. She had her badge just in case one would ask questions. The Analyser was beeping strongly now. It seemed to elimate all the other houses, until it led her in front of a red-brick home. Almost in an old cottage style home, possibly the 1950's if she got her dates correct. She wasn't skilled in archetecture, but she lived too long not to know.
She casually walked up to the house, and knocked several times softly on the door. After a few minutes, there was no answer. She really did not have the time to wait around, so she tried to open the door, and it did with ease. The door was unlocked. But who else was inside? With her free hand, she pulled out her pistol just in case. It didn't hurt to take precautions. She edged further inside, and quietly shut the door behind her.
Her icy blue eyes glanced at the Analyser. Downstairs. The basement. Right then. Instantly, she staircase was directly in front of her, so she make her way there, and found the set that led to the basement. Step by step, she was careful to listen out for anything out of the ordinary. Whether it was an alien behind it all, or a young kid meddling with things he didn't understand, it didn't matter. She'll deal with it, then. The readings were sparking at higher levels now, so she was getting closer. The place was a mess. But better yet, it was bigger than she presumed. In fact, she could see another door. A recent-looking one, like it had just been installed. Someone had practically built a whole facility under there...
She pushed through the door, eager to find out what she would find beside the substance she was after.
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Post by meta on Aug 1, 2010 19:54:26 GMT -5
Ow! Meta yelled as he tripped over a big gooey mold on the cement floor on the other side of the door where the thin woman was heading too. Meta was on his knees on the floor, he had a his sonic screwdriver in his right hand. "While I am here it won't hurt to probe," he said to himself as he was talking Rose who was not there with him. "It seems greenish...and gooey...and..." he took his free hand and scooped it up with his left index. He smelled it. "Ew...it smells awful..." he stared at the substance.
"Well, well there is one way to try," he said sticking his tongue and licked it a bit. And spatted it out and started to cough. He felt his tongue on fire. "aaaaaaaahoooooooooooooot.....hooooooot spicy!" he felt hot. Meta felt his whole body is on fire. He had forgotten he was human. He was more fragile as human.
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Post by ambrosia on Aug 2, 2010 4:04:14 GMT -5
As Helen pushed open the door, she nearly found herself stumbling over the kneeling form of another man. From what she could tell, he was taking a closer look at a greenish gooish substance on the floor. Not what she was after, but it could have been dangerous nontheless. Especially considering they were in a bio-engineering facility, harvesting chemicals from alien species. Not exactly the kind of thing you would want to be....err, testing.
Immediatly, she pointed her gun at the man. On instinct, of course. Once she was sure the man was unarmed, she would lower her weapon. The goo the man was analysed seem to predict one thing: It was left behind from an alien that was held captive here. There was no other explanation.
"Who are you? Tell me!" She had to be cautious. Her British accent did reveal traces of old Victorian, and not an accent commonly heard much before.
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Post by Elita on Aug 2, 2010 5:27:57 GMT -5
 I want to fly like an eagle to the sea
Fly like an eagle let my spirit carry me~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Elita couldn’t believe this. She was slinking around a bio-engineering facility, trying to find her way out. The last thing she remembered before waking here was that she was following a lead after her, the Doctor, and Amy landed in London. The TARDIS had followed a strange signature through the vortex. It was something the ship deemed that needed to be checked out. The Doctor and her took a sonic each. He took his, and she took hers. She had built her own while he stranded her with Amy Pond. She thought she found the trail of what the TARDIS wanted them to follow and look into.
However, it was further from the truth. It was something that was not completely human and yet not completely alien. It intrigued her, so she of course had to look into it herself. She followed it into an alleyway, and then everything went black. She woke up a few hours, at least she thought it was hours, later in a whitewashed room strapped to a table. She hoped that nothing had happened to her while she was unconscious, and then began to wonder if the Doctor and posse knew what happened to her. She managed to reach into her pocket and retrieve her sonic screwdriver. She subconsciously wondered why they left her with her sonic as she got herself loose of the straps.
Elita didn’t take too long to escape her room, and began to wonder the hallways. As she wondered around for an exit, she found some interesting discovers about that place. Some of them, she wouldn’t want to relay to anyone else as they were so horrible that it would be considered to be against nature. So she decided to file the information away for later, and she thought she finally found a way out. As she got closer she heard voices, a male and a female. The male sounded familiar, like the last Doctor, and that could only happen if… No, it couldn’t be… Could it? He was suppose to be in the other universe with Rose…
She stepped into the middle of the hallway to be fully seen by both of them. The woman had a British accent with a bit of old Victorian, and she could tell that the woman was way much older than she looked. ”I‘m Elita. Apparently, I‘m an escaping prisoner here.” She answered the woman and turned to face the man kneeling on the floor between her and the woman with a gun. ”Meta, what brings you here?” She asked the man, wondering if he remembers her. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
I want to fly like an eagle till I‘m free
Fly through the revolution TIME :: Afternoon/Evening
TAG :: Helen, Meta, Open
WORDS :: 433
NOTES :: Hope you don’t mind me joining. Elita is restless…
STATUS :: Done
CREDIT :: ELITA!! |
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Post by meta on Aug 2, 2010 13:06:19 GMT -5
Like the Doctor, Meta did not like anyone pointing a gun at him. Hold on, I think no one does not like a gun being directed at them. But the woman spoke in an old Victorian accent. She seemed had confidence. Meta was about to introduce himself to the girl. "er," he replied with his mouth opened.
And Elita had came into the scene.
"Elita. . . " Meta replied to her. "Elita? Where is the Doctor? And, and that's a question that, that I want to ask back...W-what are two doing here? I mean, not here as here... but as in Pete's world?" Meta had not discovered that he had crossed over.
Meta wipping the green mold off his faded blue jeans. Yes, he was actually wearing faded blue jeans, red converse on his two feet, he had a the navy blue jacket on. He held his hands up in the air. He raised both of his eyebrows and looking at the gun, "Could you put that away before you kill someone."
((ooc: I going to add years on Meta because I want some time to go by.))
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Post by ambrosia on Aug 6, 2010 10:41:47 GMT -5
Helen frowned, as she eyes the strange man several times. He didn't seem all threatening, yet she did not notice any weapon. She slowly lowered her gun however, and just in time, as a young teenager bounded into the room. She didn't think anyone would be here, let alone two others. This could cause a problem. Clenching her jaw, she held the gun firmly beside her just in case. She was always wary and alert, whatever the situation. She wasn't going to take her chances with an eccentric man, and a teenage girl. They could be aliens for all she knew. She wasn't about to trust them yet.
The girl announced herself as Elita, and she called out to the other man who was named Meta. Odd name for a man. Did it stand for something? Already her mind was ticking with possibilities. "What brings you both here? This is a dangerous facility..." Her voice was stern and strict. No, she wasn't all for a lighthearted greeting because now she had two more people to deal with. Not to mention all the other wild aliens that may have been tested here. For better or for worse. Her delicate features frowned in confusement. "Pete's world? I have heard of no such thing." She wasn't about to introduce herself just yet. She wanted to find out more about them first before she jumped to conclusions.
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Post by Elita on Aug 8, 2010 5:46:35 GMT -5
I want to fly like an eagle to the sea
Fly like an eagle let my spirit carry me~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Elita did not notice that the woman had a gun in her hand, until she had observed Meta’s uneasiness. Then she took another look at the woman on the other side of him. The second she spied the lethal looking weapon in those hands, she froze in her tracks. Sure she would have survived a gunshot, but not without a TARDIS’ help. And of course, she had no idea where she was or where the TARDIS was at that time. She hoped that the Doctor, Amy, and Rory didn’t take off without her. She hated to be left behind. One fourteen year time was enough. When Meta started to ask her questions she returned her attention back to him. She took a brief moment to look at him more closely, and noticed that he had aged quite a bit since she had last seen him. She was even a bit surprised to know that he recognized her after all the growing up she had done since the last time the two of them met. She was only ten at the time. ”One Meta, I have no clue where the Doctor is at this moment. Two, this isn‘t Pete‘s World. It‘s Rose‘s World. And three, how did you get here and not know it?” Without thinking, she took out her sonic and scanned him to see if it would give her a clue as to how he was in Rose‘s World.
As soon as she was done with her scan, he asked the other woman to put away her weapon. She visibly relaxed from a stiff position she did not know she had taken upon seeing the gun. She hated guns. They wound, maim, and kill living things. She had taken to stay away from those three things, especially after seeing her parents die at the hand of the Daleks sixteen years ago on Gallifrey, her home world. She was attempting to read the results of Meta‘s scan when the woman spoke again. She seemed to want to know what she was doing there, and she looked at the woman as if she was a prat. ”I already told you, I‘m an escaping prisoner.” Monkeys, she wondered why the Doctor fancied them for company. Then the woman asked for more information on Pete‘s World, and then added she had heard nothing of it. ”Of course you wouldn‘t have heard of it. Only a few people have.” She replied with a cheeky tone. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
I want to fly like an eagle till I‘m free
Fly through the revolution TIME :: Afternoon/Evening
TAG :: Helen, Meta, Open
WORDS :: 411
NOTES :: And Elita is the next to the youngest out of the bunch, Meta existence came after she started hers…
STATUS :: Done
CREDIT :: ELITA!! |
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Post by meta on Aug 8, 2010 17:41:59 GMT -5
He didn't seem all threatening Boy, Meta would like Helen to tell that to rhe Doctor. The Doctor claimed that Meta was dangerous. Yes, Meta could possibly still be dangerous but someone can see he has to good in him. Why could the Doctor not see that? Instead the Doctor had to drop Meta, Rose and Jackie back in Peter's world. The Doctor had a way to ruin things.
What brings you both here? This is a dangerous facility... "Dangerous? I thought this was paradise!" he had to be cute and funny.
"What this is not Pete's world?" he looked around the area. "How can that be?" he rushed over to a wall, felt the world spin, brought his hands up to the wall to catch himself. "It...how...er," he had felt the world spinning around him. "Look....Gimme a moment here," he slowly slid down with his back against the wall. He felt the cold floor. He felt the fluid burn down his system. He should had not tasted that stuff. He held his stomach.
The reading Elita had got was reading that he had indeed came through the other side in a Tardis. The readings had some sort of readings like the Doctor's Tardis but less energy and a lot younger.
Meta closed his eyes. Still he feels the world spinning around him. He fought to take a breath. He had crossed universes and he had left Rose. He felt sick about it. He had left her behind. The young Tardis was not ready to do Time Travel. He was impatient. He knew it wasn;t time. Now he blew it.
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Post by Elita on Aug 18, 2010 23:27:30 GMT -5
I want to fly like an eagle to the sea
Fly like an eagle let my spirit carry me~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Elita didn‘t wait for the woman to come to her senses before noticing that Meta was not feeling well. She made note of the results of his scan, and quickly did a medical scan on him to see what the matter was. She noticed it gave her traces of toxic bio waste, and then quickly scanned the gooey substance on the floor in front of him. Her face portrayed her fear of the readings, and quickly went into action.
”Meta, you fool. Why did you taste that bio waste? It is toxic to your physiology.” She wasn‘t angry at him, nor was she disappointed in him either as her voice portrayed that much. What it told the listeners was that she was worried over Meta. She then did something that would mistake her for the Doctor, it was a bit on the funny side. She crouched down beside him and checked his temperature by placing the back of her hand against his forehead to see if he was running a fever, and motioned for him to open his mouth so that she could see if the toxic bio waste injured his mouth.
What she saw made her brow furrow, and Elita stood up looking around her. If the woman was attempting to get either one of their attention, she didn‘t notice as she was so focused and worried about Meta. Her eyes got that I‘ve got an idea look in them as she darted into the nearest room, which just happened to be a lab. She quickly mixed up a potion that would neutralize the effect of the toxic bio waste on Meta, and dashed back out to crouch next to the human Doctor. ”Here, drink this. It would neutralize the bio waste in your system.” She told him as she held out the test tube full of a glowing gold liquid, urging him to take it and drink it. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
I want to fly like an eagle till I‘m free
Fly through the revolution TIME :: Afternoon/Evening
TAG :: Helen, Meta, Open
WORDS :: 320
NOTES :: I hope this works with Ambro not posting, and with the whole gooey substance and then the antidote thing
STATUS :: Done
CREDIT :: ELITA!! |
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Post by meta on Aug 20, 2010 13:37:02 GMT -5
Meta, you fool. Why did you taste that bio waste? It is toxic to your physiology. He grumbled under his breath “Because it’s a habit. . . It does help. . .” he cringed in pain. “I keep forgetting.” He rolled up in a ball. He felt his insides tense up. He had no healing factor to save his body. He was human.
He had a cold once and he hated it. He had constantly had to wipe his nose, he had a fever and there was the sneezing fits. The theory of chicken soup did help to fight the cold. He admitted like being taken care of.
He had also liked how when he was sick that Rose was caring for him like he was her son. Deep down he would not mind to have a son with Rose. But, deep down, he missed his mother. The one person who was close to his mum was Donna Noble.
But, Rose was someone he wanted to spend his life with. He knew he was not fully accepted by Rose. Meta he was human and he knew he wasn’t exactly the Doctor in Rose’s eyes. That’s why he hated being himself. He had taken Donna's advice growing the Tardis. Meta had decided to cheat a bit to grow his Tardis faster. That was fatal. But that is story for another time.
Meanwhile, Elita was running to make the potion for Meta he was happy that Helen Beckett was helping by pulling out her doctor tools. So Helen Beckett does look like she was helping it seem Elita had not noticed because perhaps Elita was to focus helping Meta. Just don’t want someone feeling rejected because Helen Beckett wasn’t there to react, perhaps she was disturbed by something and reacted slow. But everything settled down with everyone helping out.
Meta took the potion and fought to swallow the damn thing. The chemical inside was making to vomit what he was trying to swallow. But he had forced it with the help of Helen Beckett helping Meta. (Yes, godmodding in a way so other character gets credit)
Meta screamed in pain. There was no easy way out. Even when he was the Doctor there was always this extra kick of pain that followed. It was hint from the cosmos saying don’t be so stupid! He had to admit he act on without thinking and he had to remember he is HUMAN not a TIME LORD!
After yelling and being in pain, he slowly gathered himself up and stood up. “Yes! Fine! Thank you for the both of you. No licking green goo…” and he bend down at it. He looked at careful, “Honest, we need to take this sample.” He quickly hopped to his feet and acting like he was the old Doctor.
“Doctor is some where but he be around soon,” he said. “Let’s check this room,” he pressed a button to open a door and walked in. There was a loud clang. “OW!” he yelled and he was holding his left foot up and hopping around. Add what you want please.
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