RP Sample.
The Library. Stretching across the expanse of an entire planet; a whole planet devoted to nothing but books...
The halls gave off a warm glow; lights hanging dimly in open, empty corridors. Corridors of books and books that piled endless and gave off whispers of the past, a long forgotten world held only within a dream. Footsteps made their way, echoing carefully against the great hall, an aged face peering out into the darkness. He stood, confident, but weak, a weighted presence for a man so incredibly young. “…Hello again…” He spoke softly into the open air, staring calm, but a cold kind of pained, out against the darkness. “…I know you’re here. Always are…” The stranger gives a light pause, eyes canvasing the area slowly, taking it in, “…listening…” A sort of weak smile, a whisper of a grin that held no weight; the heavy truth of a soul that stood almost a thousand years. A whole universe into a man of such age and such fierce power, the darkest cold of his soul kept idle behind the brilliant blaze of that usual so manic movement he kept, the distractions, all that darkness so clear, so soft now, on the edges of those pale green eyes.
“…I’ve set up a force field around the TARDIS…the Vasta Narada can’t get me here…But…well.” Still that weak grin, eyes finding a place against the floor, but that gaze not holding it in. “…you’d already know that…” He gave pause as memory took through him, a pause in the time he’d never wanted, the moments leading to the end. A great big vast of darkness, a final stop, a final pause in his ever running race. Ever moving…The light of a day that came to pass years ago now talking to him, and the Doctor looked up again, tears glistening in his eyes, still stretching that smile, that blasted smile of a damned man who had lost, truly everything, as those eyes returned toward the dark. “Ahh…you know…it’s funny…” Still such a strained grin, expression only betrayed by those tears and those eyes, “…Never actually thought. I mean you and me. That'd it'd actually...stop...not really." A slight, weak laugh, "Ah River Song…River……River…” Still such a strained smile, he shook his head, eyes shutting, giving another soft laugh, a sniff as he looked back up, a man laughing against his own pain, the everything that stood before him, speaking weak, calm, gentle, broken, “But do you know what…? It’s…okay. I’m okay….It’s all going to stop now. ...It’s...all…going to stop…” And the man, so unrequitedly selfish sometimes, took in a breath, shutting those weary eyes, seemingly tired, exhausted. “…Do y’know…I’m getting too old. Ah, far too old, me…Death…for someone like me…...can be a blessing…” And they opened, looking off, distanced, against the ceiling. “…River Song. Professor River Song…My. River. Hah. The days we had, eh?” Another silence fell and he stared, lone, not shaking, not keeling against the weight of those eyes, the depth of that pain, that struggle, that raw strife, the loss as any human would, but standing, just standing, still and silent. As still as the man who had watched planets rise and fall, watched time spill across his feet and people die and be saved. So still, even as he cried. “Stay safe…stay alive. Please. For me…River…” All the words that were never said. All the never weres and could’ve beens spoken in the emptiness, the space against them, the things that mattered, the things that she knew and would always know. The things she would hold and remember. All the Doctor is and would ever be and the everything they once were.
And he turned, that man, the man sometimes thought impossible, thought wonderful, terrifying, the man named God and of myth and such legend. The man that was called the Doctor, who felt, at times, anything but, head bowed toward the big blue box that sat idle against the TARDIS floor. Moving slowly, but without pause as he reached it, placing a hand gentle against its doors. Before, with a creek, he pushed it open and finally slipped inside; the great blue police box shutting and, only moments later, beginning to flicker in and out of time with a gust of wind and a loud rushing whoosh sound that filled, echoing, into the Library’s empty halls.
The beach. 22/04/11. Lake Silencio, Utah.
Now. He was ready now.
[[OOC: Quick explanation: The Doctor and this other woman, River Song, are lovers who are also time travelers traveling in most over opposite directions from each other. The Doctor typically older meeting her as she is younger and her older as she meets his younger stages. The day she "dies" she meets him at his youngest, before he knows her, and her body dies to save over 2000 people and the Doctor's life in this Library. The Doctor also learns that he dies and has, at this point, already known for a few hundred years, that he'll die on the beach of Lake Silencio, Utah, on 2011. This is the scene before he goes to face it.]]