The Ladies' Guestroom

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Susan Jillian English didn’t know where she was. The small woman felt the ground beneath her carefully and looked around. It was a very inviting room – the kind that little girls would dream about. Fluffy beds, a slightly obnoxious light shade of pink for a wallpaper, and chocolate on the nightstands. She lifted herself up to her feet and brushed herself off. There no doors and no windows, and Susan found herself lacking in explanation of how she had managed to manifest inside of the room. Her teeth chattered and she ran a finger through her cold, wet hair. Wherever she was, she wished she had a jacket.

Her dress was soaked. She rubbed her arms, shivering. What could she remember?

She was on her way back from an appointment with Dr. Ryce. She didn’t like him, but she refused to say anything to Marisol. She much preferred the kind and gentle Dr. Smith who didn’t make her uncomfortable, but he was a very busy man and didn’t have much time. On her way home, she had seen a flock of suspicious looking gnomes gathered around a house. She had done what any good and responsible citizen would do and she picked up the gnomes, feeling them turn into clay in her grasp as she ran through the city towards the Thames. She didn’t get very far and then… she felt some cold and wet pour on her and she dropped the gnomes. They scurried away from her, biting and clawing at her ankles.

And then she was in a cold room in just a flimsy dress. She wrung it out and put a piece of chocolate in her mouth contemplatively. The gremlins quite liked chocolate… perhaps they had brought her here? She looked down inquisitively – no shoes.

“Aw, man,” she sighed. “I really did like those shoes…”

She took a blanket from the bed and wrapped it around herself like a cape and then looked around, only belatedly realizing that there were other women in the room. She blinked and rubbed her eyes. “Isn’t this room lovely? I enjoy the roses. They’re a nice touch.”

[Ace McShane]

Ace lay on the cold floor looking at the ceiling, blinking a few times her head pounding Ace felt like she’d gone nine rounds with a roman solider and had come out on the losing end. Maybe, if she just lay there the throbbing would go away, ha! If only she was only that lucky. Pinching the bridge of her nose before sitting up “Did anyone get the number on that truck that hit me?” she said as she looked around.

There were others in the room she could tell that much but the light in the room was not helping her head any, putting her back against something she pulled her knees up to her chest Ace laid her head on them searching around in the pockets of her jacket, who’d ever brought her or no rephrase that them here had cleaned her out. “Isn’t this room lovely? I enjoy the roses. They’re a nice touch.” Something in Ace’s brain twitched when this girl spoke causing her to look up and around the room again “I guess you could say that.” stay calm and assess the situation, at the moment that was her only option.

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Ten minutes. She stepped away for a measly ten minutes to go browse a booth with some fancy jewelry that caught her eye. The doctor had continued, after she insisted she'd catch up in a moment. The skinny Doctor, her best friend, wasn't out of her sight for longer than ten minutes when she felt a pair of hands grasp her shoulders.

"Oy! You wanna watch who you're grabbing?" But she never got a reply, only a casual shrug as the world around her seemed to dissolve. It was only a matter of seconds before she was being led through a door, pushed in, and left there.

"Oh well isn't THIS just Wizard?" she groaned with an annoyed flip of her ginger hair. Not only was The Doctor going to flip out because they'd been separated after so many years of being apart, but Donna knew there was no way he'd be able to zip his way to her.

The way her mind worked now, she was smart enough to know she couldn't rely on The Doctor to save her. But now she had a fascinating question buzzing around in her head. Why had she been taken? Why not The Doctor? Granted, she knew a lot of things he did now, but..

“Isn’t this room lovely? I enjoy the roses. They’re a nice touch.” The chirp of the woman's voice distracted her, followed by another. “I guess you could say that.” Donna chipped in, a bit sarcastically "Oh, yes! Lovely! We're being held against our wills, At least I certainly am. But at least our hosts know how to decorate! Brilliant!"

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The last thing Maria heard before she was lead to another room, was Leon's voice. "Don't worry, Lapin! I'll find you!" She had struggled desperately against the ones who were dragging them apart. She'd just lost rio, she wasn't about to lose her new companion, Leon. She had even attempted to bite one of the ones dragging her along.

Sadly that didn't have much of an effect, and it only ended with them checking her pocket for anything useful. That meant... Her blue and sliver lazer screwdriver that she had got as a graduation present from her dad. And her teleportation buttons, she had tuned to her TARDIS. Only things she was left with, was the clothing she was currently wearing.

By the time they had placed her in the holding cell, room, place... Maria had felt violated, confused, scared, and lost all at the same time. She was shaking, nearly on the verge of one of her breakdowns. On top of that, they seperated her from Leon, and she had no idea when, or even if she'd see him again.

She was trembling as she looked at the others in the room with her. It didn't seem like she knew any of them, at least not at first glance.

"Isn't this room lovely?" A barefoot woman with blue eyes asked. "I enjoy the roses. They're a nice touch."

"I guess you could say that." Another woman spoke up, it seemed to Maria that they were all brought here for some reason or another.

Then a bright red head spoke up in response to the other two. "Oh, yes! Lovely! We're being held against our wills. At least I certainly am. But at least our hosts know how to decorate! Brilliant!"

Maria flinched slightly, from the tone. She was trying so hard to calm herself down. Finding it very difficult. "Why us... what's the pattern?" She hadn't meant to voice it outloud. It was just bothering her so badly, she couldn't keep it in her mind.

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Panicking. Yeah, you could say she was panicking. She was pressed against the wall, her fingers gently trailing where the seams of the stone door were supposed to be. Everything was gone. Her messenger bag with all her maps, the atlas that had all the places she and Rio agreed they wanted to visit. One big huge circle around Canada with hearts in the corner of the massive country. The sonic screwdriver that Leo had made for her.. That was gone too. The knife Rio had given her, her vortex manipulator, her time line diary that The Doctor have given her when he and his companion rescued her. Everything felt like it was falling apart around her.

She played both her hands to the wall and pressed even more against the wall, her ear firmly planted, straining to hear what could possibly be going on on the other side of the wall but with the other women babbling on about the decorations, she couldn't hear a thing. Her best friend was some where on the other side of that wall and Maggie was convinced it was her fault.

“This cant be happening!” she softly pleaded as she rested her forehead against the wall. She bit her bottom lip and shut her eyes as her fingers curled against the wall. Was there really nothing she could do? Her two hearts felt like they were breaking. She was supposed to be helping him, keeping him safe so that he could meet her mother when it was time. She had to protect that precious time line. What was going to happen to all those amazing bed time stories now? Would she forget them? Would she forget Rio?

As Maggie puzzled this over in her head, the lights in the room began to surge and flicker. She couldn’t let that happen. Even though he was stronger and smarter and a lot braver than she was, Rio was her responsibility. Even if you were only half, the burden of a Time Lord was a heavy one. “Rio.. I'm so sorry.. I'll get us out of this, I promise” she whimpered against the door. But her misery was interrupted by a very familiar and welcomed voice. She didn’t know anyone else who said 'Wizard' but Donna.

She met Donna and The trendy haired Doctor about two years ago when she first ran away from home. Maggie whipped around to look at the flamboyant and hot tempered redhead and her mismatched colored eyes filled with tears. Before Maggie knew what was happening, she was across the room and had Donna in the tightest hug she'd ever given anyone, besides Rio, of course. “Donna!!” She nuzzled against the taller woman, her shoulders trembling when she heard another voice. She didn’t recognize the voice or face and she stared at the blond blankly for a moment before meekly answering. “Maybe... maybe we could start with our names? And... try to see what we have in common? I'm The Magpie.”

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To say that David Charles Callahan was pissed off would have been the understatement of the century. Hazel eyes were narrowed into slits as she glared at the rest of the women, her fists clenched as watched their reactions. A few of them seemed fine with being where they were – a little confused, maybe – and some were acting just as angry as she felt, and the rest were crying and frightened. Under normal circumstances, David’s bleeding heart would go out for them. But this was so far from being a ‘normal circumstance’ that David felt like punching a wall and throwing a tantrum.

It was hard to pin down what had upset her more. Twitch had told her not to worry. He’d looked calm and she did want to believe him, but it was hard to when he wouldn’t give her questions. It had terrified her, then, because Twitch didn’t hold things back from her. And then she had been whisked into another dimension with only the clothes on her back and Twitch’s Lamp. There was nothing she could do, and she had screamed for Twitch for what seemed like hours. But she’d given up, because he wasn’t coming back. She shut her eyes.

This wasn’t fair. Twitch had told her not to worry and that he would get her back, but the thought of Twitch even needing to rescue made her scared. She had gleamed only a tiny amount of information about the Jinn during her time as his ‘mistress’, but what she had gotten was that he wasn’t on the best of terms with them. What would the Jinn want with him now? They’d seemed perfectly content to ignore Twitch for the most part, hadn’t they? And what did they want her for? She was just a human and utterly unimportant.

She heard a familiar voice say something about roses, and David perked up, staring at the wet girl carefully. One of Dr. Ryce’s patients. The woman, Susan English, had always given David the creeps. She always seemed too… odd. Like Don Quixote, windmills turned into giants with flailing arms, and a garden gnome turned into a homicidal maniac. And she always looked too solemn while speaking, and for some reason David didn’t have to stretch her imagination too much to see Susan going on a killing spree in the name of gremlins.

“Oh, yes! Lovely! We’re being held against our wills, At least I certainly am. But at least our hosts know how to decorate! Brilliant!”

“Stop it,” David said, staring at the ginger blankly. “Just because someone isn’t complaining about being kidnapped doesn’t mean you have to mock her.” She swallowed and stood up from the bed, taking off the cap that hid the wild blonde hair. She wiped at her eyes irritably. She had been through much worse than this, and Twitch told her that she’d be fine. Twitch never lied to her. She took a deep breath, calming herself down. “Anyway, she can’t help it. She’s a bit…” David twirled her finger beside her forehead for the symbol of ‘crazy’.

Almost as soon as David had spoken than the girl who had been against the wall pleading for someone had whipped around and shouted the ginger’s name – Donna, apparently – and clung to her tightly. It was a bit odd, David thought, but she wasn’t one to complain. If she knew anyone else besides the nutter, David would be clinging tightly to her, too.

Then the other girl – one of the girls who had looked like she was about to have a panic attack or some other fit that David was entirely unfit to deal with – spoke up. “Why us… what’s the pattern?” she asked.

“Maybe… maybe we could start with our names? And… try to see what we have in common? I’m The Magpie.”

The Magpie? Just how many people of these were nutters? “David Charles Callahan. I don’t see what any of us have in common except the obvious ‘female’ part, and even that’s somewhat debatable,” she said, still a little bitter at having been put in a room with women. If they were going to separate by gender, couldn’t they have at least bothered to ask her preference? She’d have to talk to Twitch about his people and their views on the LGBT community.

Her hand went to the pendant hanging around her neck and she rubbed it gently, feeling a trifle better. Twitch had promised she’d be fine, so she would be. And the room was too nicely decorated to be a slaughterhouse. Still, there was a tiny voice still nagging at her that even Twitch was in over his head.

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This was all Alec's fault! He was always getting her into some sort of situation or another. Always pissing some species off, either right then and there, or from grudges in the past.

Now, just after escaping from some alien tribe with giant boiling pots. She really wanted to be taken home, that's all. Surely, he could do that one little thing for her. Right? ... Apparently not. Raya let out an annoyed sigh, silently making threats towards the so called 'Dark Lord'.

The barely seventeen year old placed her hand on the wall next to her, and began walking about the perimeter of the room. She felt the little bumps in the wall trail against her fingers and palm. Hoping that maybe she could find some sort of indent, or possibly a weak point somewhere. When none was found, Raya growled quietly and kicked the wall. She was not happy about this.

"Why us..." A blond girl asked, bringing Raya's focus onto the rest of the group. "What's the pattern?"

Another girl with mismatched eyes and dark hair, responded. "Maybe... maybe we could start with our names?" It wasn't a bad suggestion. "And... try to see what we have in common?"

"I suppose." Raya said with a shrug,

"I'm The Magpie." Great... another Timelord. What was with all these the something names?

Another blond girl, with messy hair and a cap in her hand, introduced herself next. "David Charles Callahan. I don't see what any of us have in common except the obvious 'female' part, and even that's somewhat debatable." So, apparently no one was happy to be here… Well apart from the one who looked like she just came out of a pool.

Raya grinned at the other women in the room, figuring she might as well introduce herself. "Raya Unagi, sticky bomb extraordinaire, at your service. Well... Obviously not at the moment. They took my makeshift caramel balloons... along with everything else."

Alec... was so getting an earful when she got back. If she got back.

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Katharina Diederich was not an extraordinary person at all. She was, perhaps, very extra ordinary. So why, then, was she a target? She sighed and stared at the other women. They all seemed so angry or distraught. Rina put her bottom lip between her teeth, worried. She wished she had been able to bring cupcakes to brighten their days. They seemed to need it. Worst, she was almost certain their hosts had broken several of her bones. On accident, of course. They certainly wouldn’t have hurt her on purpose, would they? It was her fault for being so fragile.

There was a gash on her temple from startling when the creature had grabbed her. He was a huge bulking figure with bright red skin and horns protruding from his skull. The black eyes were beady and intelligent. Rina, ever the patient and understanding baker, had offered the creature a cupcake. Apparently he enjoyed the prospect of the cupcake immensely, because his mouth had split open like a snake’s and engulfed her hand. Rina felt razor sharp teeth crushing and tearing at her flesh before he’d relented and let her jerk her hand away from him. She couldn’t feel her fingers and she had trouble moving them.

That wasn’t the end of it. There were bruises all over her body from the creature’s tight grip. She had gone with it willingly, but it had apparently still felt the need to crush her with its powerful grasp. Her shoulders, neck, arms, collarbone, and sides were littered in bruises and she was almost certain that she had fractured a rib or two. When she’d been thrown into the room with the other women, she’d landed roughly on her hands and knees. She’d certainly bruised her knees and she had broken her arm and her entire body was a great big bowl of sore.

She held the arm against her chest, careful not to touch the bruises on her collarbone. She smiled cheerfully at the rest of the group, always a proponent of ‘it could always be worse’. Rina looked around the room. She recognized a few faces – some from businesses she’d catered at and others from the faces she’d seen around London. The girl in the wet dress seemed distraught over the loss of her shoes. Rina frowned and toed off her own shoes, putting them down beside the woman. They were probably a bit too small, but Rina would still offer.

Another woman – a small blonde who looked like she was going to have a nervous breakdown at any given moment – caught her attention. Rina offered her a bright smile and hugged her with her good arm. She didn’t know how to answer her question about patterns, but one of the other girls seemed to have an idea about introducing each other to find patterns. She twiddled her thumbs awkwardly before clearing her throat. The motion hurt her neck due to the bruises, but she grinned anyway. She did a graceless curtsy, clumsy with pain and a broken body. “I am Katharina Diederich. I’m a baker. I’m Dulcian… from Dulkis.” Her parents had always warned her of the Dominators. They were described as huge and bulking. The creature fit the bill. “But I was born and raised on Earth.”

Another girl spoke then, and Rina spun to the voice, the smile on her lips growing exponentially. “Oh Raya! Raya, my dear, dear friend!” she exclaimed, tears in her eyes from the relief of not being along anymore. She hugged the girl tightly with her good arm, sniffing and crying a little. Her arm brushed against Raya’s body and she squeaked from pain. “Oh, Mrs. Raya, it’s just marvelous you’re here! Where’s Nate? And little NJ?”

Except, when she took a step back and gazed expectantly into her friend’s eyes… she didn’t see a light of recognition. Her best friend didn’t know her. “Nevermind… I… I must have mistaken you for someone else,” Rina took a step back and swallowed, smiling brightly. “Don’t worry. We’re going to be fine. Why would someone hurt us? I’m sure they just want to study us. Perhaps we’re a part of a… a survey! We could have all won…a free shopping trip…” she said, her blithe attitude sounding unconvincing even to her own ears.

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The Countess was not happy at all. No, not at all. She looked around the room, at all the other women, and frowned slightly. Why were they all being captured? She sighed. She hadn't seen who had grabbed her back on Earth, but whatever or whoever it had been...well, they'd taken all her weapons and only left her with the clothes she was wearing, before throwing her into this cell. Soon, she noticed the other women, and now here she was.

They were all saying something, however Katie (Countess had decided to revert to her Earth name for now) remained silent, listening carefully to all of them. Unfortunately for her, none of them were familiar at all, and that concept worried her slightly. She couldn't run and hug somebody to give and to receive comfort. Her bottom lip quivered, but Katie made sure it stayed firmly in place.

As the other women began to introduce themselves, Katie debated on whether to tell them all both of her names. As soon as she got the chance to speak, she introduced herself. "I'm Katie, Katie Doyle, also known as the Countess to some." she said. She straightened up and looked around at everyone.

"So, I don't know about all of you, but I have absolutely no idea why or how I got here. Anybody else?" Katie asked, trying to keep calm although inside she was panicking. Sure, this place didn't look like a slaughterhouse, but what if they were starved to death or something? Katie didn't want to regenerate again just yet, though it might be true that she'd have to...

Hopefully things wouldn't become as bad as that.

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Taryn was so lost and confused. She had been on her way to work. It was a simple job. A waitress at a seedy little bar. It wasn't much but it paid the bills and it was easy enough to do without too many complications. But Taryn still didn't have a clue who she was. She brought her fingers up to touch the long since healed injury along the side of her head. There was a raised ridge of scar tissue, just under the hair line by her temple. She only had three months worth of memories under her belt and all she knew of life was that Her name was Taryn 'Doe', she lived at an apartment in Islington avenue, she had made one friend named Pippa, and she was a part time waitress in a bar. That was it.. That's all she knew.

She looked at the other women in the brightly decorated pink room and her arms coiled around herself protectively. She didn’t know any of them. At least.. She didn't think she did. She bit her lip nervously and pulled her knees to her chest. Why was she here? It must have something to do wit the life she couldn't remember. But what could she have possibly done to warrant being abducted and locked into a room with these other strange women? 

She puzzled over her abduction curiously. The man who took her. He knew her. He'd addressed her by name. He was startlingly tall with the saddest blue eyes and short pale blond hair. She felt like she knew him but she couldn't place her finger on how she knew him. 

“Does it matter? We're here now.” She replied softly looking at the group of ladies around her as they went to giving their names. She whimpered softly. Her head hurt. Despite the fact that everyone was talking, it was entirely too silent. The room felt still and cold. Normally, she could feel the gentle tilt of the world beneath her feet. Her therapist always said it was most likely just Vertigo. But she could feel nothing now. The world was entirely too still. “We should focus on how to get out. My neighbor will worry if I'm not home. She worries a lot, you know” she rambled, her voice growing quieter. 

“Taryn.... My name is Taryn.. That's all I know.. I don't remember anything else”

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Susan tugged on the ends of her dress anxiously, looking around for any sign of a Gremlin Invasion. She pushed a few strands of her wet hair behind her ear nervously. “I guess you could say that,” replied a lady with very pretty eyes. Susan smiled at her, immediately gravitating towards her. She felt like she knew the lady, but she was almost positive that she hadn’t seen the woman before. Still, she seemed nice and strong, definitely the person Susan wanted around in case of an invasion. Or – goodness gracious – in the case of goblins at work on them.

She looked around the room, comforted that poor Marisol hadn’t been abducted. Her poor roommate just did not have the emotional strength to deal with such a threat. Susan looked up to a different voice responding to her question, and smiled cheerfully up at the fiery redhead. She examined the roots, not expecting such a vibrant shade naturally. “Oh, yes! Lovely! We’re being held against our wills, at least I certainly am. But at least our hosts know how to decorate! Brilliant!”

Susan lowered her eyes and took a step back away from the red woman. “I’m sorry,” she said, wringing out her dress again. The woman didn’t seem to be very friendly towards her optimistic view on the kidnapping ordeal. “I was just thinking out loud. I didn’t mean to offend you.”

A rather battered and bruised lady walked over to her and tugged off her shoes, handing them to Susan. Susan blinked and looked down at them. “The gremlins didn’t give me back my shoes,” she said, looking up at the woman curiously. “Those poor gremlins got my shoes confused. Poor gremlins,” she said, ignoring the bruised lady and staring at the girl who had agreed with her about the decorations.

And then everyone was telling each other their names. Maggie, Raya, The Gremlin, Donna the Grouch, Magpie, Taryn, and the Accountantess. “Sometimes Susan,” she said cheerfully. “Susan Jillian English.”

[Ace McShane]

(If anyone feels like their character was ignored I apologize it was just to much for my tired brain to fit into a post on Friday, I felt as if I needed to post what little I could.)

Ace watched the redhead as spoke up clearly not happy with the situation, “Alright Red, no need to get your panties in a wad.” she watched her for a moment longer before returning her attention to the others appearing in the room.

“Why us… what’s the pattern?” Ace wasn’t sure yet so she kept nearby listening to the rest of them talk and introduce themselves. A few she knew or knew of Raya, she knew the girl was there the last time she was with Susan.

She started to say her hello to the rest of them ad introduce herself when the Susan girl introduced herself, oh that’s why Ace thought she knew her. “Umm, my names Ace.”

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"Donna Noble, Thank you very much!" came her short tempered and huffed reply. She rolled her eyes slightly when Ace called her 'red' and she was about to snip a reply to David. But a rather panicked, young, and eerily familiar voice cried out and she was suddenly being clung to.

"Donna!" She looked down at a pair of watery mismatched colored eyes, the girl's chin resting on her bosom.

"Maggie? Oh, sweetie, not you too!" and she took the girl's face into her hands giving her a quick once over. After she and The Doctor had saved her from certain death two years ago, Donna had become rather fond of the young lady. She frowned deeply when she saw what looked like a massive bruise on her neck and in the bend of her arm.

"Maggie? What happened, did they hurt you?" but upon closer inspection of the marks, Donna could tell that it was more than just a bruise.. It was a hickey and a few bite marks. Donna couldn't help but huff a little disapprovingly, but she didn't say a word about it.

She waited for everyone to introduce themselves and followed up with "Alright.. so we got names.. guess I should add my species as well? Human/Timelord metacrisis. Otherwise known as The DoctorDonna" She realized just how arrogant and self important that sounded. Not normally how she behaved, sassy, yes.. but not arrogant.

"Sorry.. Still getting used to having The Doctor in my head"

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It wasn’t ten minutes ago, Pippa had come home with a cookbooks of recipes that Aixa could eat without worrying about salt. It was a peace offering. He didn’t think she had fully noticed, but she knew that there was something different about him ever since that... thing kidnapped them. Maybe he was getting bored with her. Maybe she was too much effort. That scared her. What did Djinn do to their mistresses when they were done with them?

It was all happening so fast. Now, she was in a place she had never been. A place where others looked at her with an air of dominance. She was too afraid to fight them and watched helplessly as they told Aixa what they wanted.

He was going to do it. And he asked they send her home. Her heart fluttered with hope.

“The human female will stay with us. Marids.” it scoffed.

She could almost hear her hope shatter. Pippa’s throat tightened and she instinctively took hold of Aixa’s arm. She almost didn’t care where they sent them. If they were apart she knew she would die. A Marid took hold of Aixa forcefully started dragging him back, Pippa’s fingers slipped through his when another Marid wrapped its arms around Pippa.

“Aixa,” Pippa whispered because she didn’t dare yell.

She watched him melt into different forms. It took more Marids to come help, but together they dragged Aixa down a hall. She glanced up at a Marid who was staring down at her.

“Did he tell you he killed one of his masters?” the boy with dark circles under his piercing blue eyes asked, tilting his head curiously. “Take her to the female guest chambers, Marid.”

Pippa felt her stomach tighten in a knot as tears started streaming down her face. She knew it.

Instead of feeling justified in her fears, she felt sick. Nauseous. Yet despite her fear a new emotion was crawling around in her heart. Disbelief. Aixa couldn’t have. He just couldn’t.

Pippa Pettywood followed Marid blindly. Her body trembled and she wrung her sweater nervously. It pushed her into a room. Her eyes were blind to the contents as she slid down the wall, crumpling to the ground. She cried silently into her knees. All of her years of living as carefully as she could, she could never seem to keep herself safe. Her only protector was a murderer and she had a feeling that she was in terrible danger.

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Maria nearly jumped as she felt someone's arm around her. She turned her head to look at the petite dark haired woman, who was giving her a rather comforting sort of smile. Maria murmered a soft "thank you," as she tried to return the smile, though it was a little difficult.

Then a rather familiar scent filled her nose, and she almost thought that they were being rescued, or something. Well, that is.. until she saw the young woman, twigs in her hair and clothes all a mess.. That most certainly wasn't Rio, and she smelt like... Rio... Maria didn't want to believe it, in fact, she really was hoping that she finally had gone insane. Maybe this was all a hallucination brought on by a sudden change in the planet's atmosphere.

"Maybe... maybe we could start with our names? And... try to see what we have in common? I'm The Magpie." Okay... so not.. Maggie? This was good. "Maggie?" .... Scratch that, not so good. So that was Maggie. That was the girl, Rio left her for. Maria bit her bottom lip, just a tiny bit harder than she had meant too. Causing her to immediately release her lip, and touch it with her finger.

She was trying so hard not to let the jealousy within her take over, while everyone else introduced themselves. She really didn't know many of them, in fact the only one she actually knew was probably.. Taryn, and she seemed to be rather lost, in more ways than others.

It was at that moment, in which Maria felt like her entire world was screeching to a halt. And then she realized it was her turn to say her name. "I-its..." She paused, trying to calm her voice enough so that she could speak without a stutter. "I'm the Phantom.. I prefer Maria." Maria couldn't help but stare at Maggie, only for a moment. Before making her way closer to her, trying to figure out what to say to her. Or even if she should say anything at all.

"Why?" Maria asked, her voice quiet, with just a hint of bitterness to the tone. "I mean.. You took him from me.. Why?" That's all she wanted to know, she needed an answer. Yes she knew Rio loved her, but did this Maggie love him? and if not, then Why? Surely, that would justify her questions... Right? "You smell of him.." Maybe... not.