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thoughtformed2013-09-25 04:32 pm
icanbuyafez) wrote in thoughtformed2013-09-25 04:32 pm
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[Closed Log]
Who: The Doctor, Arthur, and Clara
What: Arthur smacks a whore, Eleven tries to kill Arthur, they fight, Clara gets in the way
Where: On the streets somewhere
When: late Wednesday afternoon
Warnings: Abuse, violence, character death
The Doctor was on his way back from Madame Red's, heading vaguely in the direction of the harbor. He had learned a little, but the visit had not been as useful as he might have hoped.
Brooding about how distant and moody Jack had been lately, he began to wander - not wanting to get back to the ship so soon, to hear the captain was below-decks again, with the man they kept in the hold. A man that, even after months on the ship, he knew nothing about. He just couldn't stand that, at the moment. Not again.
Once he was paying less attention to where he was going, his feet eventually lead him back towards the brothel where he had met Clara earlier, as if he was unconsciously drawn there. Perhaps he simply wanted someone else to talk to, someone who was neither instinctively afraid of, repulsive to, or hostile toward him. Or perhaps something more powerful and mysterious was at work.
What: Arthur smacks a whore, Eleven tries to kill Arthur, they fight, Clara gets in the way
Where: On the streets somewhere
When: late Wednesday afternoon
Warnings: Abuse, violence, character death
The Doctor was on his way back from Madame Red's, heading vaguely in the direction of the harbor. He had learned a little, but the visit had not been as useful as he might have hoped.
Brooding about how distant and moody Jack had been lately, he began to wander - not wanting to get back to the ship so soon, to hear the captain was below-decks again, with the man they kept in the hold. A man that, even after months on the ship, he knew nothing about. He just couldn't stand that, at the moment. Not again.
Once he was paying less attention to where he was going, his feet eventually lead him back towards the brothel where he had met Clara earlier, as if he was unconsciously drawn there. Perhaps he simply wanted someone else to talk to, someone who was neither instinctively afraid of, repulsive to, or hostile toward him. Or perhaps something more powerful and mysterious was at work.