somebody get me out of here [CLOSED]
CHARACTERS: The Master, Shiina, Leonard McCoy
WHEN: Afternoon-ish?
WHERE: The Master's room
RATING: F. I mean. Sorry, old joke. PG I guess?
WARNINGS: Possibility of violence and attempted eating, but mostly just the Master being pathetic is my guess.
WHAT: Someone's finally come to let the Master out of his cage. Big mistake.
LOG:
One-two-three-four.
THUD
One-two-three-four.
THUD
In the time since the Doctor had chained him here as if he were some incorrigible animal, the Master's only lucid thoughts, besides his everpresent, gnawing hunger, had been of escape... and retaliation. It had taken him a week to realize that whatever the Doctor had done was nearly foolproof. (The Master's imprisonment may have been driving him mad, but he was a Time Lord. He could still manage keep track of how long it had been, at the very least.) No matter what he'd tried, he either hadn't the means or, in most cases, the time. The Doctor never left him alone for too long-- a mixed motive, no doubt, of ensuring he was adequately fed as well as simply still there. It had taken him this long, then, to grudgingly accept the idea that he wasn't going anywhere without outside help.
The Doctor had so rudely taken away his communication device. So the Master had taken the opportunity today, while the Doctor was out, to bang on the adjacent wall, throwing his entire body against it. It was a bit of an experiment; would anyone hear? Were the walls soundproof?
It wasn't just that, though. Oh, no. The drums were loud, so loud now, and restrained like this there was nothing the Master could do about it, no way to quell them. And so they reverberated in his head, echoing round and round inside a closed space, until they reached deafening, and it was all he could do not to scream. As it was, in his desperation he couldn't stop an agonized groan from escaping. Even the timing of his exertions followed the drums.
One-two-three-four.
THUD
One-two-three-four.
THUD
With any luck, someone would hear it. Someone would let him out.
WHEN: Afternoon-ish?
WHERE: The Master's room
RATING: F. I mean. Sorry, old joke. PG I guess?
WARNINGS: Possibility of violence and attempted eating, but mostly just the Master being pathetic is my guess.
WHAT: Someone's finally come to let the Master out of his cage. Big mistake.
LOG:
One-two-three-four.
THUD
One-two-three-four.
THUD
In the time since the Doctor had chained him here as if he were some incorrigible animal, the Master's only lucid thoughts, besides his everpresent, gnawing hunger, had been of escape... and retaliation. It had taken him a week to realize that whatever the Doctor had done was nearly foolproof. (The Master's imprisonment may have been driving him mad, but he was a Time Lord. He could still manage keep track of how long it had been, at the very least.) No matter what he'd tried, he either hadn't the means or, in most cases, the time. The Doctor never left him alone for too long-- a mixed motive, no doubt, of ensuring he was adequately fed as well as simply still there. It had taken him this long, then, to grudgingly accept the idea that he wasn't going anywhere without outside help.
The Doctor had so rudely taken away his communication device. So the Master had taken the opportunity today, while the Doctor was out, to bang on the adjacent wall, throwing his entire body against it. It was a bit of an experiment; would anyone hear? Were the walls soundproof?
It wasn't just that, though. Oh, no. The drums were loud, so loud now, and restrained like this there was nothing the Master could do about it, no way to quell them. And so they reverberated in his head, echoing round and round inside a closed space, until they reached deafening, and it was all he could do not to scream. As it was, in his desperation he couldn't stop an agonized groan from escaping. Even the timing of his exertions followed the drums.
One-two-three-four.
THUD
One-two-three-four.
THUD
With any luck, someone would hear it. Someone would let him out.