You're brilliant! No, I'm the Doctor. (10th)
Sept 27, 2012 23:53:33 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2012 23:53:33 GMT -5
It was a pretty average day for Nana Rochester. From here to there, pushed and pulled and made to model, answer questions. Then it was time for the recording studio, then the radio station where she sang live. The beautiful, high pitched voice sang over the city of London as people everywhere tuned in for the alien voice singing opera. Singing in a language no one knew, not even her. A beautiful made up language that soared to the sky this afternoon. After her song she remained on the show for about ten minutes where they asked her what her inspiration was, where did this voice and language come from. All she would say was, "You know, I wish I could tell you." She palmed the pocket watch on her neck fondly for a moment before the interview ended, and boy did it end.
With a bang.
The building began to shake, rattle and very nearly rolled and the singing came to her ears. The music that came to her head and heart at all times of day and night. Sometimes for no reason at all. Then the building began to tremble again and the London's hottest new talent was rushed from the room into the doorway. She didn't stay though, something pulled her out. It wasn't physical though. She was being drawn toward something, something she had seen in her dreams. A bright navy blue 'police box' sat nonchalantly on the sidewalk she could see from the window several stories above. "In all my dreams." She said softly, her hand touching the glass.
After that, she felt the particular instinct to duck as a large man flew over her head and shattered the window. She held onto the walls and stared as the man fell further and further. She winced when she heard the stomach wrenching splat! at the bottom. Her hand moved to her pocket watch, rubbing it anxiously before tucking it down into her bodice. She wore a simple dress all white with accents of gold and turquoise. She'd always been fond of those colors but never knew why. Moving to the door for the stairwell she pressed against it. No luck. She rammed her shoulder painfully into it, still nothing.
She looked down the hall to see similar men making their approach toward her. "You! Female! You are the one singing the songs!" One of them said and she slightly dumbly pointed at herself, as though there were anyone else in the room. She found herself backing away, knowing the window was broken out behind her, but they were coming forward. What did she do? Her startling, unusual blue eyes stared down the hall at these men. Though they weren't men. They were strangely stocky, but seemed to be of average to above average height.
As they approached, their faces were distinctly not human, but they were all slightly different. -Think, Nana. Think!- After a moment she saw her chance. These men, some of them at least had large ears, bat like almost. She took a deep breath and hit the highest note that was humanly possible, then in her fear, went even higher. It might have ruined her vocal cords, she could feel the strain instantly, but they went down, holding their ears. She bolted forward, nearly tripping over them as she went to the door at the end of the hall, flinging it open she began to race down the steps.
Her throat was raw and tears flowed down her cheeks. Nana's voice strained out a few cries of help. Something was calling to her, the singing, it was nearly deafening now. The box. That blue box she had seen the last few Christmases. It just showed up, then was gone. Maybe that blue box could help!
Then again, maybe it had something to do with this.
With a bang.
The building began to shake, rattle and very nearly rolled and the singing came to her ears. The music that came to her head and heart at all times of day and night. Sometimes for no reason at all. Then the building began to tremble again and the London's hottest new talent was rushed from the room into the doorway. She didn't stay though, something pulled her out. It wasn't physical though. She was being drawn toward something, something she had seen in her dreams. A bright navy blue 'police box' sat nonchalantly on the sidewalk she could see from the window several stories above. "In all my dreams." She said softly, her hand touching the glass.
After that, she felt the particular instinct to duck as a large man flew over her head and shattered the window. She held onto the walls and stared as the man fell further and further. She winced when she heard the stomach wrenching splat! at the bottom. Her hand moved to her pocket watch, rubbing it anxiously before tucking it down into her bodice. She wore a simple dress all white with accents of gold and turquoise. She'd always been fond of those colors but never knew why. Moving to the door for the stairwell she pressed against it. No luck. She rammed her shoulder painfully into it, still nothing.
She looked down the hall to see similar men making their approach toward her. "You! Female! You are the one singing the songs!" One of them said and she slightly dumbly pointed at herself, as though there were anyone else in the room. She found herself backing away, knowing the window was broken out behind her, but they were coming forward. What did she do? Her startling, unusual blue eyes stared down the hall at these men. Though they weren't men. They were strangely stocky, but seemed to be of average to above average height.
As they approached, their faces were distinctly not human, but they were all slightly different. -Think, Nana. Think!- After a moment she saw her chance. These men, some of them at least had large ears, bat like almost. She took a deep breath and hit the highest note that was humanly possible, then in her fear, went even higher. It might have ruined her vocal cords, she could feel the strain instantly, but they went down, holding their ears. She bolted forward, nearly tripping over them as she went to the door at the end of the hall, flinging it open she began to race down the steps.
Her throat was raw and tears flowed down her cheeks. Nana's voice strained out a few cries of help. Something was calling to her, the singing, it was nearly deafening now. The box. That blue box she had seen the last few Christmases. It just showed up, then was gone. Maybe that blue box could help!
Then again, maybe it had something to do with this.