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Post by Dean Leonidas on May 14, 2011 15:02:20 GMT -5
Looking at the small box that the woman was talking about, Dean had to admit that he knew that the past would be different but he didn’t expect this much. “It is very nice,” he said safely.
Dean wasn’t bothered by the police that had seemed to come for him, after all it wasn’t like he wouldn’t be able to defend himself, he did have the ability to do so if he didn’t have to do so then it would be something he could appreciate as he didn’t want to have to hurt people yet the young woman he was currently standing with he wanted to keep her safe and she was lying for him, it was not something that he was approving off but at the same time he knew that he possibly couldn’t stop her even if he had wanted to do so.
“It was...” he began.
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Post by Elita on May 14, 2011 16:55:43 GMT -5
 Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin' into the future
I want to fly like an eagle to the sea~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Elita was watching the policemen very closely, hoping they would just continue on the way in the direction she had pointed, and not look at the prince beside her too closely. His clothes were not very earth like, and would give him away if they did not watch it. She made a mental note to get him to the wardrobe and into a proper looking outfit for this time once they are safely inside. His clothes were a dead give away that he was the one they were indeed after, and not some made up man with a flamethrower. She was holding her breath, even if she didn’t need to do so.
”It was…”
She looked up at him, her hearts beating wildly in her chest. Not like earlier when he picked her up and carried her through the high flames. This was more of a panic beating, and if they were caught now there was nothing she could do to save them. She looked up at him when he spoke, and she knew he was going to tell them that he was the one they are after. ”…terrifying. I mean he could have burnt us to a crisp, if we didn’t run like we did.” she added in hopes that they would continue on their way so that they can slip into the TARDIS.
Other person talking
Thinking
”Speaking…” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Fly like an eagle let my spirit carry me
I want to fly like an eagle till I‘m TIME :: Sometime in the afternoon
TAG :: Dean/Open
WORDS :: 225
NOTES :: She is scared they’ll get caught and thrown in a Torchwood based facility
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Fly Like An Eagle by Steve Miller Band
CREDIT :: ELITA!! |
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Post by Dean Leonidas on May 15, 2011 10:27:49 GMT -5
Dean had to admit that he had not been expecting the young woman to lie for him, yet at the same time it was something he supposed that she wanted to do and she had wanted to protect him for some reason, he knew that there had to have been a reason behind her doing so, yet he didn’t know why she was doing it. He supposed that she could just have been concerned for him, but at the same time that didn’t mean that he was going to allow her to get in trouble for him, not that he supposed he could do anything about her doing so but that didn’t mean that he would have to like it.
As the police seemed to be considering what she had been saying he looked at her and nodded towards the box that she had talked about.
“Well we will just go and use the phone box like we had planned,” he said.
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Post by Elita on May 15, 2011 23:56:28 GMT -5
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin' into the future
I want to fly like an eagle to the sea~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Elita looked around her, making sure no one had decided to come their way. Especially one of the humans that saw the prince with fire arms, for if they did they were done for. Handcuffed and carted away and she just couldn’t risk that. Especially with the prince with her. She remembered his species had a temper that would literally flare up at the drop of a pin. Or so that is what she gathered while reading. She saw Big Ben and then the cherry blossom trees. She of course stood there in slight shock, as she realized what had happened. The TARDIS had told her where to find the parked ship!
”Well we will just go and use the phone box like we had planned,”
She looked around her in a slight panic, before looking at the prince with her eyes wide. She only hoped that the officers didn’t look too closely at this conversation, and look at the box the prince had nodded towards. Blue police phone boxes were phased out in the 1960’s, and the one standing behind them shouldn’t be there. She swallowed hard as they started to turn around, and her fingers tightened on the prince’s arm. She was hoping that the perception filter would work, and she had to do something before they noticed the ship. ”You must hurry. He’s burning down the city!” She pointed once again behind them, and started to lead the prince towards the ship.
Other person talking
Thinking
”Speaking…” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Fly like an eagle let my spirit carry me
I want to fly like an eagle till I‘m free TIME :: Sometime in the afternoon
TAG :: Dean/Open
WORDS :: 245
NOTES :: Suddenly realized the cherry blossom tree reference!
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Fly Like An Eagle by Steve Miller Band
CREDIT :: ELITA!! |
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Post by Dean Leonidas on May 16, 2011 1:20:11 GMT -5
Dean got the feeling that he had said the wrong thing by the way that the young woman had reacted and gripped his arm, however the men seemed not to really pay much attention to it for some reason, whether it was something to do with the ship itself or the fact that the police didn’t seem to think that it was very important, however whatever the reason was it looked like it wouldn’t be a bad thing for them, which he supposed was what the young woman wanted, on the other hand it meant that there was something wrong with the police if they didn’t think that the box wasn’t suspicious in any way, but he supposed his was not to reason why they didn’t question it.
”You must hurry. He’s burning down the city!” the woman said, as the police officers turned to look Dean threw fire overhead to look like someone was throwing fire further down the street. “Over there.” He added.
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Post by Elita on May 16, 2011 16:42:11 GMT -5
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin' into the future
I want to fly like an eagle to the sea~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Elita knew she properly alerted the prince by the way she gripped his arm, and she would have to explain to him later why. When they were of course safely aboard the TARDIS and out of harms way. She could see that they were confusing the police with their talking, and she was truly beginning to panic not knowing what else to do to get them to go on their way so they can slip aboard the ship. Her eyes kept darting between the prince, the bobbies, and the ship as she hoped that they would just go on their way so the two of them can get to safety.
”Over there.”
She heard a roar as fire was thrown overhead, and she released a breath she didn’t know she was holding when the officers raced further down the street. She could help it, but she got on her tiptoes and planted a kiss on his cheek. She then took his hand and began to lead him toward the blue police box parked on the corner. ”Hurry. Before they come back.” She told him as she unlocked the door with her key and stepped inside. She didn’t wait to see if he would follow her through the door or not, as she rushed toward the console.
Other person talking
Thinking
”Speaking…” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Fly like an eagle let my spirit carry me
I want to fly like an eagle till I‘m free TIME :: Sometime in the afternoon
TAG :: Dean/Open
WORDS :: 216
NOTES :: Time to board and explain.
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Fly Like An Eagle by Steve Miller Band
CREDIT :: ELITA!! |
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Post by Dean Leonidas on May 16, 2011 17:12:58 GMT -5
Dean had been so engrossed by watching the men that he didn’t even have any interest in looking at Elita, however when she had kissed his cheek there had been something familiar about it that he couldn’t explain. After all it wasn’t like he had been kissed many times on the cheek by anyone other than his mother, yet someone that had been a perfect stranger had kissed his cheek after he had pretty much risked her life, it hadn’t been something that he had been expecting but it hadn’t been something that he had been about to complain about, getting kissed on the cheek for helping a beautiful woman.
Following her into the box, he was overwhelmed by the size of the box, it meant no sense, it didn’t look like a normal box yet it was a lot bigger on the inside.
“This makes no sense,” he said looking around
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Post by Elita on May 17, 2011 2:19:53 GMT -5
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin' into the future
I want to fly like an eagle to the sea~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Elita was running around the console, pushing buttons hoping that she was locking them inside the ship. She needed to keep the authorities out, and them safe inside. As far as she knew, there are only two Time Lords. And she knows that a Time Lord’s body is a miracle. She even knows that there are whole empires out there who will rip this planet apart for just one of her or the Doctor’s cells. So her primary goal is to keep them safe from the world out there that wants to study them for who knows only what. She cannot allow them to take any of her biological imprints, and use it as a genetic transfer. She was suddenly reminded of Jenny…
”This makes no sense,”
She suddenly looks up from her position on the console after reaching all the way up to push what she hoped was the cloaking button. ”What makes no sense?” She asked as she rushes to the scanner and pulls down so she can see what was going on outside. She wanted to make sure that they were indeed out of sight, and no longer being looked for as well. Only when she has established that has happened, she could then focus all of her attention on the prince standing in the console room of the TARDIS. She however, found her eyes darting over at him and her lips wanting to pull into a small smile.
Other person talking
Thinking
”Speaking…” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Fly like an eagle let my spirit carry me
I want to fly like an eagle till I‘m free TIME :: Sometime in the afternoon
TAG :: Dean/Open
WORDS :: 242
NOTES :: She is waiting for that famous line of the first time companions!
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Fly Like An Eagle by Steve Miller Band
CREDIT :: ELITA!! |
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Post by Dean Leonidas on May 17, 2011 16:07:43 GMT -5
Dean still couldn’t work out why this place was so confusing even though it didn’t look like anything that he knew about however he felt safe there fore some reason that didn’t make any sense to him after all he hadn’t seen it before and therefore he shouldn’t have felt comforted by the place, however he was. It was like he had been there before however that was impossible as he was sure that he would remember being so as it was a different type of place as to what he was use to. However as the young woman ran around pressing buttons it did look familiar to him. “It is bigger on the inside,” he said.
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Post by Elita on May 17, 2011 16:59:44 GMT -5
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin' into the future
I want to fly like an eagle to the sea~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Elita had to split her focus on the scanner, and the prince in the console room. She could sense his confusion, and his familiarly at being on board. She bites her bottom lip, wondering why he was sensing this was familiar to him. She knew that this was the first time for him to be inside a TARDIS, at least in her timeline. So these feelings of his were not logical on her part.
”It is bigger on the inside,”
She managed to mouth that with him without him seeing her. She continued to look at the scanner, and responded without looking away. ”Is it? I’ve never noticed…” She trailed off when she read that it was indeed safe to stop worrying about being chased. She puts the scan back up and turns around to look at him with a smile on her face. ”Alright. Welcome to the TARDIS, Time And Relative Dimensions In Space, or TARDIS for short. Now, I know that you fell through a rift in time and space, Prince Leonidas. And I’m sure you have some questions, so lets hear them.” She of course was subconsciously mimicking the Doctor’s stance when he was about to answer the first questions of a companion.
Other person talking
Thinking
”Speaking…” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Fly like an eagle let my spirit carry me
I want to fly like an eagle till I‘m free TIME :: Sometime in the afternoon
TAG :: Dean/Open
WORDS :: 206
NOTES :: Had to do the mouthing thing... Ready, set, fire away!
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Fly Like An Eagle by Steve Miller Band
CREDIT :: ELITA!! |
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Post by Dean Leonidas on May 18, 2011 9:28:09 GMT -5
Dean was surprised that this woman claimed not to notice that the machine was bigger on the inside, after all the way that she was familiar with it he would imagine that it was hers, therefore there was no reason that she didn’t know that, unless he had been wrong. However he was pretty sure that this box didn’t look as large when he had been outside it, of course it could have been a weird time thing that he didn’t understand, however when the woman called it TARDIS Dean was even greater confused, after all just saying it was TARDIS didn’t really help him any she had just said a lot of different words in a way that had somewhat confused him. However standing there trying to process the thoughts would not help him as much as asking.
“And why exactly are you and the TARDIS here?” he said “are you something to do with my trip to the past, after all this is not 21st century technology, they do not even have this technology on my planet which is vastly superior to this one, explain yourself.”
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Post by Elita on May 19, 2011 0:42:16 GMT -5
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin' into the future
I want to fly like an eagle to the sea~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Elita knew he had questions, and she was trying to guess where he was going to start. How can she explain something that she just knows? She knew she should have been paying attention to when the Doctor was explaining to the first time companions. She figured that she would never get the same relationship as he does with the various strays he picks up, but her she has one of her own. She took her bottom lip between her teeth and began to nibble on it in thought. Where to start…
”And why exactly are you and the TARDIS here? are you something to do with my trip into the past, after all this is not 21st century technology, the do not even have this technology on my planet which is superior to this one, explain yourself.”
Okay, so he started it for her. She smiled at him and gestured to the ship around them as if that would explain everything, and just in case it did not she decided to answer his question. ”She takes me where I need to be. And you are correct, this is not 21st century Earth technology. Being a Time Lord seems to have that kind of technology at hand. And I have nothing to do with your fall through the time rift, Prince Leonidas.” She responded to him and looked him up and down before taking his hand into hers. ”We have to get you into more appropriate clothes. Come with me.” She requested of him and started to lead him further into the ship.
Other person talking
Thinking
”Speaking…” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Fly like an eagle let my spirit carry me
I want to fly like an eagle till I‘m free TIME :: Sometime in the afternoon
TAG :: Dean/Open
WORDS :: 263
NOTES :: She doesn’t know how to explain, and thus is trying to change the subject…
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Fly Like An Eagle by Steve Miller Band
CREDIT :: ELITA!! |
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Post by Dean Leonidas on May 23, 2011 16:31:48 GMT -5
Dean had been expecting a lot of things however timelords hadn’t been one of them, to him timelords had been a legend, something that had been a legend of the kind race that had been working to protect the people, therefore it hadn’t been something that he didn’t think would still be possible it also could have been because of the fact that the young woman didn’t look like an alien that he had thought that, however couldn’t prove that it had just been his opinion, however she didn’t look like she was an alien, if he was being honest she looked like a beautiful young woman.
“Why are you here then?” he said confused “I don’t really understand what us going on here.”
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