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The soft sound of pencil on page fills the small apartment room. Sitting on a couch, a easel with a canvas resting upright against it standing in front of her, Sarah Jones sketches a picture so lifelike sometimes she swears it moves. For once since the day she lost her fiance to the Daleks her painting is of an Earthly origin. She is sketching a poem that had sprung into her mind during her sleep. The sketch is of a snake lying wait in a bed of weeds watching a rock being split in half by a purple flower.
Let the snake wait under
his weed
Sarah began to add scales to her waiting snake. The sketch of the snakes tensing coils look as if at any moment its head could strike out from the page and its penciled fangs sink deep into her flesh. The scales gleam with inky malice, and the eyes stare forward with a promise of death to any who dare intrude on it.
and the writing
be of words, slow and quick, sharp
to strike, quiet to wait,
sleepless.
She turns now from the finished lifelike snake to the dead solid rock. She shades in the rock, weighting it down with the sharp black lines of her charcoal. She speckles the stone with green leaden moss. Then with a slash of her pencil she cracks the stone, she then slashes tell her cracks has veins poisoning its solidity. Her once solid rock now sadly crumbles and a dip in the centre makes it look like a drooping heart. Atop the stone heart she crowns it in a slab of dirt and decayed stone. Then she takes the thickest of her pencils and draws a curved line that extends from the slab of dirt toward the top of the page and then droops back to the ground as if bowing to some greater being.
-- through metaphor to reconcile
the people and the stones.
Compose. (No ideas
but in things) Invent!
At the tip of the line she encircles it in a black tip. From the tip sprout many buds until a flower forms bowing it's head to the snake. The flower gives itself up to the snake in reverence. From the cracks in the stone grow thin strands of life bringing roots trying to re-enter the earth below the stone heart they must break. Under the watchful eye of the snake the small flower tries to regain it's strength.
Saxifrage is my flower that splits
the rocks.
Finally she sets aside the dull black and grey colors for the playful water color pencils and fills in the flower head with a light happy purple. She colors the snake in bright deadly red, and its eyes in a poisonous yellow. The sky remains grey though she crowns the flower and it's stone in an off yellow that grows brighter the closer it gets to the bowing flower. Finally she colors the weeds a lively green, and below the snake in her common signature Sarah Jones signs her name in blue. At the top of the page she titles the work: A Sort of Song for My Life. She sigh and wiping her hands on a dirtied rag smiles at her work of art, for once not a Dalek is seen. "Just as I envisioned it. I'm going for some coffee." And she leaves her painting behind and leaving her small apartment she heads across the road to the nearby cafe and orders a coffee. She sits by the window and watches the people wonder by.
(Poem by: William Carlos Williams)
Last Edit: Jan 18, 2014 20:15:30 GMT -5 by Deleted
The sun in London was setting under the sky getting ready for the moon to arise in the dark starry sky. The sun's color was a pink marmalade color the clouds being lit up to pink. The sounds was peaceful until there was a sound of an unusual engine sound. The sound was faded but grew steadily louder and louder. A red british telephone booth with very dark and tinted windows that made it impossible to see inside of it slowly materialized just outside of the cafe.
A man in black jeans and black shoes wearing a black leather jacket stepped out of the mysterious phone booth. He was a well fit looking man for his age he looked to be in his mid 50s or 40s. He has dark brown eyes along with his hair slightly slicked back and a gentle and calm looking face. He turned locking the doors to the phone booth walking across the street slowly and looking around at his surroundings. He decided to walk into the cafe for a cup of coffee.
He sat down at a nearby table looking down at the news paper until the waitress comes up to him with a notepad and pen. "Hello sir what would it be today" she asks. He doesn't look up from the newspaper "A cup of coffee black no sugar please" he says. The Waitress nodded as she finished writing down his order and proceeding to the counter. The waitress finally comes back with his cup of coffee and sits it down by him as he reads the news paper and sighs softly and takes a sip of his coffee.
It was a nice little Cafe. He just sat there in a simple suit with out a tie reading a book called 'The Hitch-hikers guide to the galaxy'. It was awful. Who in there right mind would believe this garbage? he looked up in time to see a young woman walk in and sit by the window.
His reading was cut short by that sense. The sixth sense that Children of Gallifrey always got. There was another Time lord here! He wasn't the last one. He knew some had survived. The inspector looked around and low and behold, there he was. In leather. Well beggars can't be chooses. He got up and walked over to the man.
"May I join you?" He said with a smile planted on his face. He didn't really wait and just sat down and stared at the man before commenting. "So how did you survive?" Straight into it. This body didn't have long left so he didn't actually care.
Sarah watched as another man entered and sat at a table and sighed. She got up when her order was announced and went up to the counter to pick up her order and then sat at the table once more. She watched through the reflection of the window as another man got up and went to talk to the other man. Her mind wandered back to the picture she had drawn and resolved herself to the change she had made, she had moved on from her grief. She dipped her head and said her final farewell before turning and sipping from her now cool drink. She watched the two men with curious eyes and smirked a bit to herself. For once the day was calm and she was glad. Her mind was at peace for once since that fateful night when she had lost it all. She tipped a few of her herbs into her drink and enjoyed the herbal smell they brought.
Suddenly a sharp pain pinched her neck and she felt a dull numbness fill her body. A dull panic briefly filled her before a cool voice filled her mind. Relax child, we will not harm you just do as we say. We are the Xeraphin and we will not harm you if you obey us. Sarah felt a dull throb build in her temple and she gave into the voice. "What would you have me do?" She didn't register the odd looks that received as her mind was focused on the voices in her head.
Good child, you are to listen to our orders, you will receive more in the future. Your first order is to bring us a sample of bio-matter that comes from the plant Hemlock. Sarah stands and dips her head dully in acceptance of her orders. She walks out the door and heads towards a location where she could find a plant called Hemlock.
The Cable guy slowly looks up at the man and he shrugs and nods "sure be my guest" he says. He watches as The man sits down and he nods to him looking back down. "how did you survive" the man asked. The Cable guy looked up slowly and looked at him as if lobsters were crawling out of his ears. He sighs "I take it you are another timelord...I simply got into a TARDIS and escaped the war without fail" he says.
He was hopeing for something a bit more than that, if he was honest. His rare outburst of excitment had now dwindled to naght. "Well that's certainly as clear as Mud. No time locks? No world braking tactics just 'I escaped in a TARDIS'. Your alive and that's all that counts. For a while now I thought I was the only one, tell me, What happened to Gallifrey? Did the Doctor destroy it like he said he would?" The inspectors attention was shifted to the woman in the window. It wasn't that she looked odd, Lots of people talked to themselves. No It was what she was saying and how she said it that caught his attention. He may be old but his hearing was top notch. 'What would you have me do?' Now who talks like that these days? It was enough to get his investigatory skills pumping. " Would you excuse me for just a moment? Or follow I don't mind." With that he was up and after the young lady.
" EXCUSE ME!" He shouted out to her. "I believe you forgot.. your phone." He waved his at her. It should buy him enough time to get a vibe of this young lady. He thought he caught some spots of paint on her hands but it could well have been something else. His eye sight was actually getting worse unlike his hearing.
" EXCUSE ME!" He shouted out to her. "I believe you forgot.. your phone."
Sarah barely registered that the man was talking to her, she turned to stare at the man with dull listless eyes. Get rid of him child, tell him he is mistaken and that is not your phone. She responded immediately, her tone coming out in a flat emotionless almost robotic tone. "I am sorry sir but you must be mistaken, that is not my phone." She turned and without a farewell began walking towards her destination once more. Her eyes no longer blinked and her steps were measured and certain. To an untrained eye she might appear to simply be a woman on a mission, but to anyone trained to spot odd human postures they might notice she is to stiff and she isn't swinging her arms as she should be. She appeared more robotic than human in her movements as she hurried toward the field that is her destination.
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The Cable Guy opens his mouth to say something but shuts it as he is cut off by the man and he just sits there observing. He thought it was kind of him to give the phone back to the girl...but something wasn't right. When he offered the phone back the girl had a weird expression on her face and her voice...was the sound of an android almost. He watched as she declined the phone and when she walked out...something was strange about her posture...she was stiff and was not moving her arms about as a human should do. He quickly got up and whispered into the man's ear "Please tell me you noticed what I noticed" he says urgently.
Now that was stare he hadn't seen in a very long time. A dull listless gaze, which would be fine if she wasn't a painter, yes he was sure it was small spots of paint. Artists tended to have more fire in there eyes, that passion, that fury for detail and the magic that can be channeled form what is seen to a canvas. She (rather rudely) turned and walked away again oddly.
It was then his new friend appeared next to him also noting the oddity. "I did notice what you noticed. If what you noticed was her curious way of movement.And her eyes,something about them. I think we should investigate. If of course you have no objection. I still will if you do you understand." He waited for the reply and started to walk slowly behind her. Hopeing his new friend would start a conversation so it didn't look to awkward that two elderly men were following a much younger woman.
Sarah began to head towards a field where wild hemlock still grew. The dull throb in her temple had abated as soon as she gave into their control and let them call the shots. They guided her through the crowds, though she did bump into a few people which she shrugged off and kept up her robotic pace. She only stopped when they commanded her to, which was when she neared dangerous intersections and had to wait for the passing of cars. Soon she neared a tube entrance and bought a ticket for a train to Bristol. She left the ticket booth and waited for the right train. The Xerephin in control of her mind used her memories to figure this out and then moved her onto the train and into a seat. Sarah was completely in their power, or at least they believed so.
The Cable guy walked with The Inspector trying to blend in with the crowd. "So did you see the hockey game last night" he says in a way to show him to blend in. He starts to walk a tad bit faster urging his friend to hurry up "Come on now we don't want to miss the train do we?"The Cable guy emphasized the word Train to tell The Inspector that she was heading for the train. Finally reaching the station he noticed the train had gone and Sarah was gone as well "Well...too late it would seem".
" No I did not. I was busy tending to my cat. Mittens is ill you see." He did admit it was a rather lame attempt at 'standard' Earth small talk but then again He didn't actually live here so he couldn't be blamed.
"Dash it all." Was the response to missing the train. Too late. Wait.. No they weren't.
"We are Time Lords. Lateness is impossible!" He said with a flourish as he observed the train time table that just so happened to be above them. " The train is heading to Bristol. Bristol.. never liked it there I must admit. But what if she get's off at another stop? Form her actions I can ascertain that she is under a form of mind-control but for what purpose? And why her? We Need answers... What is your name? I never asked." Again he moved to the ticket Booth and showed the person his physic paper.
"I'm Inspector Holmes and this is my Colleague DS Lestrade, We need to know where that woman the one with the long hair and the vacant expression was heading to." After the reply the inspector turned to the Cable Guy.
"Now that we know her destination we can intercept. My TARDIS is only around the corner. We haven't a moment to loose." The Inspector more or less grabbed Guy by the wrist as the exited the station, rounded the corner and came across a battered old wardrobe. "Don't ask me why, It just does that. I got it to a lamp post once but, the thing then shifted back to this." As he strolled into the console room The Inspector considered landing the ship on the train but he didn't really want to gain attention. " Please sit down, make your self at home. We Should arrive 3 minutes before the train is scheduled to." And with a few slow twists and sensible clicks they actually made it in time.
Sarah ignored everyone on the train and dully sat there. She listened to the Xerephin discussing things in her head but could not understand a word they said in their language. Her mind could no longer wander so she couldn't get bored as she sat through the half hour train ride. She stood up and shoved past everyone, ignoring the rude names she was called, and then walked in the same dull manner towards the exit. Her eyes are steadily growing duller as more and more of her mind is claimed by the Xerephin. In fact if one where to look closely they'd see a small, ever so small, spark of fire in the eyes. One small portion of her brain is beginning to fight for freedom as her morals begin to battle her mind.
The Cable guy was tugged by the old man and kept up with him. He looked to The Inspector's TARDIS before entering in with him. "Yes they do seem to do that they are like us in ways" he says. "They are very touchy about what they look like or wear". He sat down getting comfortable "I must say you decorated your TARDIS pretty well".
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