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But she was a threat to the human race as well. That was all fun and games, especially trying to gain people's attention. Perhaps she'd go about it a different way, instead of something so cynical such as raising the dead that were upgraded as Cybermen. She thought it was a fairly good plan, and it would have been LOVELY if the plan had gone the way she wanted it to.
The Mistress lurked in an alleyway, her figure most mysterious. She'd be the center of attention if anyone were to catch notice of her. It was the middle of London, so anything was pretty much possible at this point. London was busy, and it was SUCH a good place to go and look for people to possibly impress. It didn't take much nowadays.
Say something nice...
That'd be something that she would tell someone before she cremated them with her device. It was something entirely new for her. Before it was just annihilate and destroy everything in sight. Maybe this time she'd play with her food, like she would with the Doctor. Playing around and watching people become disoriented or watch them panic gave Missy the pleasure of carrying on her charades before the big events. [/style][style=width: 401px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; background-color:161616; text-align:right; color: #333333;]open tag. 269. TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.[/style]
Last Edit: Nov 14, 2014 23:51:57 GMT -5 by Deleted
spray paint can in hand and classical music drifting through her earbuds, the young blonde girl in the oversized tan trenchcoat redecorated the alleyway to her taste and style. to many she would appear a nuisance, one that should have been in school rather than robbing vending machines and painting the town, but there was no work that needed doing; no assignment for torchwood to bother her with and no medical tests to be done. her latest paycheck had gone towards spray paint and this alleyway was where it had taken her. way past time to revive an old hobby, she thought.
with vivaldi ringing in her ears, she created a masterpiece. one hand held a scarf over her mouth so that she didn't breathe in the fumes (though what they actually would have done to her is anybody's guess) and the other shaking up the blue to start filling in the iris. just another day (not) at the office. with her music as it was and her concentration fully on keeping the paint within the lines, she didn't notice the shady woman at the other end. not that she would have cared massively anyway, apart from to pinch a cigarette off of her if she smoked or to ignore her if she didn't.
really, all 8-ball wanted was a quiet day painting. she wasn't expecting to get it.
she felt it coming before it happened, the sort of unease you get before a big storm hits. it started as a tingle, the fingers on her spray can hand twitching involuntarily. pausing, she had no more time than to glance over at it before the first wave hit, grimacing in pain as her right hand clenched and went into spasm around the can. her face contorted with the ache, gritting her teeth as she tried to prise the can out from deathly cold fingers, knuckles white with the force exerted. with a grunt, the can came free and sprung away into the shadows. she cradled her hand to her chest and tried to get her breathing under control, resisting the urge to scream in frustration. she hadn't told her handler about these spasms yet with the hope that forgetting about them would make them go away. no such luck. shaking her hand to relieve the rest of the tension, she set about finding that cursed spray can that had bounced its merry way down the alleyway next to a very shady looking figure...
Last Edit: Nov 15, 2014 14:52:01 GMT -5 by Deleted
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Missy could hear the beat coming from the girl's headphones. She seemed so into the work that she was doing. It was entertaining to Missy, considering that she had never really seen someone so hard at work.... unless it was the Doctor of course. She studied what was going on, taking in every movement, trying to stay concealed by the shadows of the alleyway.
She could try to stay that way, right?
Missy felt something hit her heel, and she looked down to see what it was. Well, how did this spray end up down here? Missy leaned down to pick it up, still keeping her eye on the young lady on the other end of the alley. It was interesting to see how the human race could tense up like that. The sounds coming from the other end of the alley was enough to notify the Master of what was going on, or what was about to happen.
"Hello!" Missy started to say. "I think you might have dropped this?" She was going to have to be as nonconspicuous as possible, as to not give off any alarm. That would be a huge no-no, and anything could go bad, just her luck. [/style][style=width: 401px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; background-color:161616; text-align:right; color: #333333;]8-Ball. 278. TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.[/style]
8-ball saw the person before she heard the voice, if only a few seconds before. just her luck the can had to land next to some weirdo. she only hoped she could shoo her along lest she take up residence in this little alley and stop her painting. "course I did, there ain't nobody else here to drop it" 8-ball snarked, scowling and snatching it from her hand, nodding a vague thank you. a grimy hand tugged down the hat on her head and wiped paint from her cheek, tossing the can in her hand.
"the hell are you dressed as anyway? didn't know the theatre was showing anything like you" she dropped the can into one large pocket of the grimy tan trench coat and pulled cigarettes and a lighter out of the other. she balanced one between her lips and cupped her hands around the end to light it, taking a puff and blowing the smoke over her shoulder. ah, that was better.
the girl always looked agitated, constantly on the look-out and never visibly relaxed. if her blood still had pressure it probably would be very high, what with her constant state of stress and all. her hand dipped back into the pocket and pulled out some m&m's, ripping ferociously into the packed and smacking a handful into her mouth. there was a stark contrast between the feral, ragged teen and the well-dressed, posh looking woman in front of her, one that extended presumable to manners as well. the cigarette pack and m&m's were not offered or shared around, perhaps as a subconscious message of 'go away'. she was probably just being 'rude', as society would say it, but to her you didn't share with strangers, not when your own survival depended on what little you had to your name. rude? no, she was just being pragmatic...
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