DRAMAAAAAAA
Characters: Rory Williams and vatheon
Location: The Plazaaaaaa
Time: Mid-Afternoonish
Style: DRAMATIC Whatever, whatever! /o/
Status: OPEN LIKE YOUR MOUTH WHEN YOU SCREAM
Unmistakeably wet, that's how he felt, an initial disorientation as he crinkled his nose and reached down to pull his shirt away from his chest. It wasn't as if it did any good, though, as soon as he let it go it shrank back to his skin in an unpleasant way. In addition to being wet he was numb...
After what he'd seen or at least what he could remember seeing...that wash of Flesh as the Doctor had activated the screwdriver. He brought himself up rather quickly at that thought, or at least as quickly as he possibly could given the fact that his head was suddenly reeling. Perhaps, just perhaps it had been a nightmare. He spun around rather quickly, taking in his surroundings and really doing not much more than making himself dizzy.
"Amy?!" He felt that lump in his throat beginning to rise again, that feeling of loss returning just as quickly as it had when he'd first stepped away from her at the Doctor's request. He brought his hand up and slicked it back through his damp hair, choking back a sob with less than stellar results.
"...it couldn't have been...this isn't happening..."
Those were the words he was muttering to himself as he let his hand drop back down to his side, taking in another breath with another strangled sound from his throat. It didn't matter to him that he wasn't in familiar territory, what mattered...what really mattered...
He walked with hurried steps toward the edge of the plaza, paying no mind to the people that were staring. He stopped with a hiccup of a breath, hands coming up once more to cup around his mouth and call out.
"AMY?!"
Another pause before he took a breath, voice dropping to become barely audible.
"...Doctor?"
One hand dropped down again as he wiped at his mouth with the other, fighting back the urge just to fall to his knees right were he stood. Dear lord, where was the Doctor when you actually needed him?
Location: The Plazaaaaaa
Time: Mid-Afternoonish
Style: DRAMATIC Whatever, whatever! /o/
Status: OPEN LIKE YOUR MOUTH WHEN YOU SCREAM
Unmistakeably wet, that's how he felt, an initial disorientation as he crinkled his nose and reached down to pull his shirt away from his chest. It wasn't as if it did any good, though, as soon as he let it go it shrank back to his skin in an unpleasant way. In addition to being wet he was numb...
After what he'd seen or at least what he could remember seeing...that wash of Flesh as the Doctor had activated the screwdriver. He brought himself up rather quickly at that thought, or at least as quickly as he possibly could given the fact that his head was suddenly reeling. Perhaps, just perhaps it had been a nightmare. He spun around rather quickly, taking in his surroundings and really doing not much more than making himself dizzy.
"Amy?!" He felt that lump in his throat beginning to rise again, that feeling of loss returning just as quickly as it had when he'd first stepped away from her at the Doctor's request. He brought his hand up and slicked it back through his damp hair, choking back a sob with less than stellar results.
"...it couldn't have been...this isn't happening..."
Those were the words he was muttering to himself as he let his hand drop back down to his side, taking in another breath with another strangled sound from his throat. It didn't matter to him that he wasn't in familiar territory, what mattered...what really mattered...
He walked with hurried steps toward the edge of the plaza, paying no mind to the people that were staring. He stopped with a hiccup of a breath, hands coming up once more to cup around his mouth and call out.
"AMY?!"
Another pause before he took a breath, voice dropping to become barely audible.
"...Doctor?"
One hand dropped down again as he wiped at his mouth with the other, fighting back the urge just to fall to his knees right were he stood. Dear lord, where was the Doctor when you actually needed him?