Jan 25, 2011 21:23
[the Doctor, now no longer the Valeyard, sits cross-legged on the Plane ground with his back resting against the exterior of a batting cage he randomly found, a broken and burnt device in his hand. laid open next to him is his toolbox, with a few tools lying on ground near him, like his vrinkle grubber, 542 lever, influx booster stabiliser, moog drone clamp, a roll of duct tape (whether he's used all these is another story), and his sonic screwdriver. his expression is somewhat neutral and could even pass as one of concentration if one just takes a quick look at him.
but upon closer inspection, that isn't the case at all. he hasn't made any progress on that device and he's been at it for a good half hour. usually, he looks quite chipper, but despite that youthful appearance, there's a hint of his very old age in his eyes. his suit is speckled with dried black Plane blood, and one trainer (and sock) bears an empty hole with his own blood dried into the pale material. in a word, he's tired--and has done so much on the Plane and back in his reality that really, where else could he run to?
he frowns, setting the device down in his lap and removes his glasses for a moment, rubbing his eyes.]
Where to even start...?
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