Carols of the Aftermath (open to all)
Jun 14, 2014 10:25:53 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2014 10:25:53 GMT -5
Place: Pompeii, Italy
Year: September 5, 2005
Mirjhane looked at the monitor of her TARDIS for a moment reading the information before smiling. "Pompeii...the ruins of Pompeii" she stated to herself while grabing her purse and pulling out a compact amd fixed her makeup before stepping out of her TARDIS that had changed into a stone pilar. She stared at the ruins i awe picturing the town that once stood there. As she walked through the remains she couldn't help but picture the tragedy of the volcano and the fear on the faces of the people that couldnt out run its destruction. As she stared at the petrified remains of a person in their home she heard what sounded like frantic cries for help coming from behind her. She quickly turned around only to see nothing but cheerful tourist taking picture and none of them looked like they heard the cries. She shrugged it off to possibly a mother looking for her child and went back to observing the ruins.
As she began to relax again she heard another paniced cry, this time it sounded like someone yeling fire. She jerked around only to find the same situation. Something was not right, she could feel it. She knew she wasn't just hearing things and she definantly knew that she didn't just imagine it...she wasn't the type to have an overactive imagination. Somewhere among these ruins their are cries for help..but help for what?
Year: September 5, 2005
Mirjhane looked at the monitor of her TARDIS for a moment reading the information before smiling. "Pompeii...the ruins of Pompeii" she stated to herself while grabing her purse and pulling out a compact amd fixed her makeup before stepping out of her TARDIS that had changed into a stone pilar. She stared at the ruins i awe picturing the town that once stood there. As she walked through the remains she couldn't help but picture the tragedy of the volcano and the fear on the faces of the people that couldnt out run its destruction. As she stared at the petrified remains of a person in their home she heard what sounded like frantic cries for help coming from behind her. She quickly turned around only to see nothing but cheerful tourist taking picture and none of them looked like they heard the cries. She shrugged it off to possibly a mother looking for her child and went back to observing the ruins.
As she began to relax again she heard another paniced cry, this time it sounded like someone yeling fire. She jerked around only to find the same situation. Something was not right, she could feel it. She knew she wasn't just hearing things and she definantly knew that she didn't just imagine it...she wasn't the type to have an overactive imagination. Somewhere among these ruins their are cries for help..but help for what?