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Characters: Rose, the Master
Location: Diagon Alley
Date: Afternoon
Rating: R territory now...
The Alley was a mess. An absolute mess. Rose walked through the rubble and fragmented corpses slowly, stopping and stooping periodically to pick up coins and slip them into her pocket. She surveyed the buildings, their facades crumbled, almost unrecognizable. She was pretty sure she recognized the entrance to the stairway that led to the apartment she shared with the Doctor, but it was pretty well blocked with wreckage. Rose sighed and started to move the smaller pieces.
The Master had read the Network, and so he had some idea of what to expect upon his return to the Alley (not the least of which was the distinct possibility of incarceration). But just the sight of the place was something expectations could not prepare one for, and it gave him pause.
He was just starting to cross to the other side to where he hoped his belongings were still accessible-- at first attempting to pick his way carefully through the gore and debris, but very quickly giving up that idea and treading unevenly and carelessly over it all, this suit was ruined anyway-- when he spotted a small blonde figure a few doors down, struggling to unblock some stairs.
Rose. She hadn't looked up, but he was almost sure of it. The Master froze for a second. He didn't recall seeing her since witnessing the break-up of Abberline's oh-so-secret meeting, but he had the vague idea he had anyway. The feel of her hand on his, pulling him through a void.
This is really not the time. He continued to walk quickly, turning his face from her and hoping he could disappear from her sight before she did look up.
( unfortunately, this is not your day, master )
(http://community.livejournal.com/nonevidence/96107.html)
Location: Diagon Alley
Date: Afternoon
Rating: R territory now...
The Alley was a mess. An absolute mess. Rose walked through the rubble and fragmented corpses slowly, stopping and stooping periodically to pick up coins and slip them into her pocket. She surveyed the buildings, their facades crumbled, almost unrecognizable. She was pretty sure she recognized the entrance to the stairway that led to the apartment she shared with the Doctor, but it was pretty well blocked with wreckage. Rose sighed and started to move the smaller pieces.
The Master had read the Network, and so he had some idea of what to expect upon his return to the Alley (not the least of which was the distinct possibility of incarceration). But just the sight of the place was something expectations could not prepare one for, and it gave him pause.
He was just starting to cross to the other side to where he hoped his belongings were still accessible-- at first attempting to pick his way carefully through the gore and debris, but very quickly giving up that idea and treading unevenly and carelessly over it all, this suit was ruined anyway-- when he spotted a small blonde figure a few doors down, struggling to unblock some stairs.
Rose. She hadn't looked up, but he was almost sure of it. The Master froze for a second. He didn't recall seeing her since witnessing the break-up of Abberline's oh-so-secret meeting, but he had the vague idea he had anyway. The feel of her hand on his, pulling him through a void.
This is really not the time. He continued to walk quickly, turning his face from her and hoping he could disappear from her sight before she did look up.
( unfortunately, this is not your day, master )(http://community.livejournal.com/nonevidence/96107.html)
