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Post by mastersaxon on Feb 17, 2008 15:29:24 GMT
The Doctor took the kick without a word. He was used to the Maser's whims. But his weakened body wasn't. He coughed, bent, hands flat on the floor, and wondered if the blood that dropped on the back of his hands was a bad sign. He didn't know of any Time Lords who had decided not to regenerate after the loss of one heart. It hurt, though.
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Post by Toshiko Sato on Feb 17, 2008 15:35:17 GMT
Tosh swallowed down her own self doubt and smiled at him, "Maybe that's a good thing. Do you trust that other woman more than us here? We're the only people who can help you now. Looks to me like you haven't got a lot of choice. Besides," she lowered her voice slightly, "By the way your cheeks are all red, I don't think you mind being weighted on hand and foot until you're better."
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Post by whodovoodoo on Feb 17, 2008 15:36:49 GMT
Peter lay in Evelyn's arms. His shoulder, where he had been shot, was plagued with an unpleasant burning sensation. It made him dizzy and sick, and though he could feel his body healing it made no good, everytime the wound healed it opened up again, as if something was eating away at his shoulder. What was more it made him hallucinate.
He wasn't exactly sure where the images came from, somewhere deep and strange in his psyche: Monkeys danced on Calaba trees around him picking bees from fresh fruit where they were drinking the nectar with hungry proboscis. One very large monkey, wearing a suit and carrying a briefcase came up and started waving papers at him, shouting something about him being his precounsel in an upcoming lawsuit.
"I think I'm seeing things." Peter told Evelyn, her warm blood pouring over his wound was definately soothing, but nonetheless he wasn't healing...
And now the monkey lawyer was insulting him.
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Post by asimus on Feb 17, 2008 16:03:17 GMT
The Master hauled the Doctor up onto his feet by one arm and then shoved him back onto the table. By now the other Time Lord was far too tired to resist him and fell like jelly onto the bed. He could wait.
"Now sit... Stay..." he mocked the Doctor before returning his attention to his real prize.
"My beautiful girl." He smiled, offering her a hand in a gentlemanly manner. " In the marsh pink orchid's faces, with their coy and dainty graces..." he leaned down and kissed her hand. He smiled at her, to a passer by they would see a kind man. Perhaps a man out of time. His prisoner however would be blind not to see the madness beneath his eyes. Besides, there were no passer bys.
He leaned in close, taking in one deep scent of her hair. "Oh! Oh the smell of time and banana flavoured conditioner... Wait!" he threw down her hand and shoved her back. "Not time." He fumed. "You lied, you're not the Time Jumper!"
He spun on the Doctor, who was pushing himself to a sitting position. Shoving him back down on the chair he growled at him.
"You could have told me!" He shoved his fingers into the Doctor's wounded, twisting and smiling at his look of agony as he writhed below him. Blood, red and sticky like ketchup seeped through his shirt and onto the Masters fingers.
"I...I..." The Doctor winced, seeming to lose consciousness for a moment.
"No don't do that..." The Master smiled, gently ghosting his fingers over the other Time Lords lips, leaving a trail of the Doctors own blood. "Shhh shh, it's ok." He soothed. The drums raged.
"I don't believe I'm missing Poirot for this." He mummbled as he sighed. His plan had gone drastically wrong. Not to matter. He still had the Tardis.
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Post by mastersaxon on Feb 17, 2008 16:19:58 GMT
The penny had dropped. This wasn't the right girl. The Doctor had understood a few minutes earlier only, but what would have been the use of telling the Master? The insane Time Lord was manhandling him like a rag doll, uncaring of his condition. But the real pain came when the Master played with his wound. The Doctor shouted, tried to shove him back. He was losing blood again.
He tried to tell the Master. To tell him to stop, that everything would be better if only he just stopped. His state of consciousness was too changeable for a movement. The taste of his own blood was familiar, but he didn't hate less than the first time.
He gave a last apologetic glance at the girl before slipping into unconsciousness.
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Sylar
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Post by Sylar on Feb 17, 2008 16:45:10 GMT
"So I've been infected." Sylar repeated, and when the girl decided to repeat the obvious he indicated if she had the misfortune to open her mouth again he would quite quickly silence her forever. "But I'm alive, if you wanted me dead you could have left me in Kirby Plaza."
The man now spoke, raising his hands in a token gesture of compliance. This man could heal, it irked Sylar more than he could say that he could not take the man's power. He assumed that killing him would be a waste until he was certainly well.
"Adam Monroe," Introduced the man, "You are alive because I healed you." He explained, "Because I believe we could work together. If you agree I am sure I can find you a cure. The Company would not use you as a guniea pig for the virus if they could not cure you, the virus you incubate must have an antidote. You are useless to them dead, but as a test subject you must have had a unique...attraction."
"A cure?" Sylar repeated, he very much disliked being powerless. "And in return?" There was no bargain without sacrifice, Sylar knew that.
"Well I wouldn't like to die again, it's not pleasean, and I am certain that I would rather work with you than Petrelli. As easy it is for him to gain powers he is rather useless at using them."
"And how exactly do you suggest you cure me?"
Adam, the stranger with the interesting proposal (of course Sylar would kill him the minute he regained his powers), looked at the blonde girl.
"I'm assuming Miss Bishop here will be useful. Holding the daughter of the man who runs the company hostage will have great weight."
Sylar smiled and looked at the blonde, he had had uglier hostages in the past, that was a fact.
"Now that's a plan I like." Sylar said, approaching the blonde with malevolent intent.
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Irisxeyes
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Post by Irisxeyes on Feb 17, 2008 17:07:34 GMT
Claire took in a deep breath, sinking back into the chair and looking over at the man who had helped her. He was now unconscious and it scared her, so far he was the only one stopping 'Harold' from killing her. Now that he knew she was not the one they were looking for - that much was obvious when he mentioned time travel - there was nothing stopping him for hurting/killing her just for lying.
"What are you going to do?" She asked finally, she took in another deep breath and stood, standing to her full height. Claire had nothing to lose now, she could cry and beg for him to take her back or do something more useful. "If your going to attempt to kill me, I'd like to know." She didn't exactly sound confident.
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Post by Sylar on Feb 17, 2008 17:21:10 GMT
Sylar took 'Miss Bishop's' arm and sat her on the bed from which he'd woken. He kept the gun on her, people had a nasty habit of running away from him, and then paused, he tucked both the guns away (but within quick and easy reach in case these strangers decided to make a bolt out the door).
"You're not going anywhere are you Miss Bishop?" He said, holding her cheek and sqeezing it ever so gently.
He kept his eye trained on Adam.
"You need to tell me everything you know." He instructed her, turning on the sweetest of his smiles like a lightbulb. He could be charming when he wanted to be.
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Post by wildcard on Feb 17, 2008 19:31:05 GMT
Claude glared at Tosh and lowered his face. "Certainly don't trust her." He said in a harsh tone. "If she is from the company then take whatever story she gives with a big pinch of salt. Don't trust her."
Claude was uncomfortable and could tell that Tosh held more than a passing interest in him. He recalled her fingers smoothing back his hair earlier. He shivered, and thought it was a long time since anyone wanted to care for him. Heck, most folk wanted to kill him.
"I'm dangerous, Tosh. Folk get killed around me... especially folk...awe forget it" He babbled as his emotions got the better of him. He shoved himself up onto his feet. "Need another wash." He hastily moved towards the bathroom, where he'd noticed a shower and firmly slammed the door as he tried to get his silly thoughts under control. He must be mad to shut out a pretty woman like Toshiko. He needed that shower for more than one reason.
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Post by Toshiko Sato on Feb 17, 2008 19:43:17 GMT
Tosh breathed deeply and tried to keep her emotions from getting the better of her. She sat on the bed that Claude had vacated and slumped down. "Serves me right, I guess." She went to rest on her palms and winced as the pain coursed through her from earlier, "God..." she shook her head and went to raid Owen's medi pack for bandages and ointment.
Claude was getting to her. She kept finding herself looking at him whenever he was deep in thought and found herself drawn to him. She rubbed the ointment into her sore palm and imagined it was Claude's strong calloused fingers helping her.
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Post by wildcard on Feb 17, 2008 20:21:16 GMT
Claude poked his nose out from the bathroom door. He was standing shivering with a puddle of water forming at his feet. After his shower he discovered only paper hand towels in the bathroom and nothing else around to dry himself.
“Tosh you there?” He asked tentatively standing with the door covering his … modesty. He stretched his neck out a little further and called again. He shivered with cold and Goosebumps had started to prickle his skin. He shivered again hoping someone could find him some towels and then some clean clothes.
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Post by Toshiko Sato on Feb 17, 2008 20:28:40 GMT
Tosh twirled around, having only just secured the bandage on her palm, "Oh sorry, I'll just erm..." she tried not to look at the water dripping down his toned, supple chest.... think Tosh! "Towels! I'll get you some towels..." she went into one of Owen's cupboards and handed him three thick clean towels. "I'll see if I can find you some clothes from Ianto's supply..." she muttered, walking off quietly
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Post by wildcard on Feb 17, 2008 21:04:46 GMT
Claude caught Tosh looking at his chest and he blushed from the tips of his toes to the tips of his ears. He reached out to retrieve the towels and the door nearly did him an injury as the handle caught him in a rather delicate area.
Claude quickly towelled himself dry and secured one of the towels around his hips and rolled up one around his neck while he towelled his hair with the one remaining.
He smiled warmly as Tosh approached witha bundle of clothes.
"If these are lycra or jogging bottoms forget it love, won't get me in those. Rather run around in the buff."
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Post by Toshiko Sato on Feb 17, 2008 21:09:04 GMT
Tosh sucked in a light breath and forgot where she was for a split second, "Sorry, no lycra. All I could find were some jeans and a sweatshirt. I think they'll fit okay." She handed him the clothes, "Shame, it would have been fun to see you in lycra. Blue, perhaps. Match your eyes.."
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Post by wildcard on Feb 17, 2008 21:34:01 GMT
"Sorry, never see me in lycra even if it does match my eyes." He winked at her and smiled as he saw her blush. He turned his back and swiftly got into the jeans and t shirt.
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