OOC EntryIn honor of Martha Jones recently reaching 3,000 comments posted, I want to have an angst party within the comments/threads of this post. :D
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AU!BTR-Verse: Bad Ass MarthasmithnjonesApril 12 2009, 06:19:36 UTC
Four people. Martha Jones has killed four people since the torture. In just a few months, Jones has become a bloody vigilante. Who would have guessed?
Who would have guessed that the seedy bars have rape filling up their dark corners and back alleys?
If she could ignore it, she would. Jones takes a gulp of her drink. A man is eying her from across the yard, but even though the knife has returned and she needs him to forget it, she won't let herself. She deserves the pain. She's no better than anyone else here.
The only thing that gets her standing up is the realization that she didn't leave a note out tonight that said she was in Brando's office. She's beginning to think people suspect something already. The lack of note won't help.
Martha slips out of the bar, leather jacket tied tight around her waist. The alleyway is cold. There are those noises, again. It seems she can't go a night without running into this. Time and time, again. She follows the noises. More than one this time raping a boy. Martha pulls out her gun, cocks it
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I have no brains or steady internets for to do this at the moment, but I would like to reserve a place here. For Martha and the Doctor. Or Martha and Jack. Possibly both. (Maybe Martha and the Master too, I haven't played him in a while... ANYWAY.) When I actually can have internet reliably, I am so coming back here to angst whore with you.
You may definetly reserve a place. I think I will eventually forward date this entry so it will be on top. If I ever finish Martha's thread list, it will be on top of that, but until then... this post will always be around for any angst partying needs.
I would completely love to angst whore with you. So yes. Do come back. :)
Dealing with deathsmithnjonesApril 12 2009, 06:45:53 UTC
Martha walks into some place between time and space. Maybe it's the Inn. She isn't sure. It doesn't matter.
She moves slowly sitting in the nearest seat and not looking around enough to be aware that she has completely changed settings. In truth, she honestly doesn't care.
He's dead.
And that thought sends her reeling so hard that it's hard to keep from choking on a sob. Martha presses her hand against her face, closes her eyes, and whimpers, with her fingers trembling at her side.
It's impossible to stop shaking.
No, he can't be- I wouldn't let him- There must be a mistake- I wasn't there- I didn't get to say-
She tries to stand up, to return to the world she came from, to strangle someone for answers, for the ability to turn back bloody time and change everything.
The moment her feet hit the floor she loses all the strength in her legs and falls back against the chair hard. Her head hits the back of the chair and tears spring to her eyes.
Can't- Have to hold it together- But even that seems pointless now. Why? Why does
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If Martha ever died permanently in the BTR, this is how it'd gosmithnjonesApril 12 2009, 07:21:43 UTC
It happens just as Johnny predicted, which is why, when her chest explodes in pain, Martha isn't surprised. She saved people. She brought so many people back to life. More than Johnny predicted she could, but maybe he hoped by giving her a smaller number she would stop in time
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Maria is home from an outing with Zoe, hungry and chipper after some good shopping, even if she couldn't get more than a scarf and some earrings.
"Martha!" she calls as she tramps in, dumping her bags on the couch before heading towards the kitchen. "I'm going to make some sandwiches for tea, d'you want--"
In the kitchen. Something's burning on the stove, Martha's on the ground like she's having a heart attack or something. "Martha!" Maria's on the floor next to her in a heartbeat. "Martha, what's wrong? Martha!"
God, Maria. The tears slip down her face faster. Of all the people to find her here like this... She hadn't meant it to go like this at all. She hadn't exactly meant it to go anyway at all. In a way, she had avoided it, thinking that when her heart gave out it would be short and sweet. Martha knew it was coming, and she should have gone somewhere far, far away.
She winces and forces air into her lungs. The least she can do is comfort her. Let her know there isn't anything she can do...
"Maria." Martha gasps, even managing to look apologetic under the pain. "I'm... I'm dying. Heart's not- 'm sorry." So sorry.
"No. You... you can't be." Maria's hands skim through the air over Martha's face, arms, chest - she wants to touch her, to... make her better somehow, but she's afraid to. "You just... just hang on, I'll--"
She whips her head around and spots the phone on the counter, and pulls it over, almost strong enough to sting her hand when she catches it. "Right, 999-- no, it's not that, it's... 911!" She dials, and presses the phone to her ear.
"Just hold on, Martha, all right? I'm getting help."
Drabble! AU!Verse Calisto's a VampsmithnjonesApril 12 2009, 08:05:49 UTC
Calisto slams Martha against a wall and follows with a quick kiss to her neck that has more sharp teeth than lips. Martha does her best to struggle, but it's no use. It's never any use with Calisto, before or after death. It doesn't matter. It doesn't change.
"I bet you're wondering where he is," Calisto says softly, breath cold against Martha's skin as her fingers curl tighter around Martha's neck. "Bet you want to know."
Yes. Please. Martha knows she can't bring it up even if Calisto wasn't cutting off her airway now, because then she won't know and that was the whole point of this, as much as Des protested when he found out. She hopes that someone has managed to keep him restrained. Martha makes a soft, pained noise in response.
"How do you even know he's still alive?"
Martha's stomach sinks and her heart screams in pain. She still can't answer, but her face is hard, filled with fury. Calisto mistakes it for disbelief when it's really if you've touched him, I will make sure to end you completely"Mmm... I forget you know me so
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Who would have guessed that the seedy bars have rape filling up their dark corners and back alleys?
If she could ignore it, she would. Jones takes a gulp of her drink. A man is eying her from across the yard, but even though the knife has returned and she needs him to forget it, she won't let herself. She deserves the pain. She's no better than anyone else here.
The only thing that gets her standing up is the realization that she didn't leave a note out tonight that said she was in Brando's office. She's beginning to think people suspect something already. The lack of note won't help.
Martha slips out of the bar, leather jacket tied tight around her waist. The alleyway is cold. There are those noises, again. It seems she can't go a night without running into this. Time and time, again. She follows the noises. More than one this time raping a boy. Martha pulls out her gun, cocks it ( ... )
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You may definetly reserve a place. I think I will eventually forward date this entry so it will be on top. If I ever finish Martha's thread list, it will be on top of that, but until then... this post will always be around for any angst partying needs.
I would completely love to angst whore with you. So yes. Do come back. :)
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She moves slowly sitting in the nearest seat and not looking around enough to be aware that she has completely changed settings. In truth, she honestly doesn't care.
He's dead.
And that thought sends her reeling so hard that it's hard to keep from choking on a sob. Martha presses her hand against her face, closes her eyes, and whimpers, with her fingers trembling at her side.
It's impossible to stop shaking.
No, he can't be- I wouldn't let him- There must be a mistake- I wasn't there- I didn't get to say-
She tries to stand up, to return to the world she came from, to strangle someone for answers, for the ability to turn back bloody time and change everything.
The moment her feet hit the floor she loses all the strength in her legs and falls back against the chair hard. Her head hits the back of the chair and tears spring to her eyes.
Can't- Have to hold it together- But even that seems pointless now. Why? Why does ( ... )
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"Martha!" she calls as she tramps in, dumping her bags on the couch before heading towards the kitchen. "I'm going to make some sandwiches for tea, d'you want--"
In the kitchen. Something's burning on the stove, Martha's on the ground like she's having a heart attack or something. "Martha!" Maria's on the floor next to her in a heartbeat. "Martha, what's wrong? Martha!"
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She winces and forces air into her lungs. The least she can do is comfort her. Let her know there isn't anything she can do...
"Maria." Martha gasps, even managing to look apologetic under the pain. "I'm... I'm dying. Heart's not- 'm sorry." So sorry.
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She whips her head around and spots the phone on the counter, and pulls it over, almost strong enough to sting her hand when she catches it. "Right, 999-- no, it's not that, it's... 911!" She dials, and presses the phone to her ear.
"Just hold on, Martha, all right? I'm getting help."
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"I bet you're wondering where he is," Calisto says softly, breath cold against Martha's skin as her fingers curl tighter around Martha's neck. "Bet you want to know."
Yes. Please. Martha knows she can't bring it up even if Calisto wasn't cutting off her airway now, because then she won't know and that was the whole point of this, as much as Des protested when he found out. She hopes that someone has managed to keep him restrained. Martha makes a soft, pained noise in response.
"How do you even know he's still alive?"
Martha's stomach sinks and her heart screams in pain. She still can't answer, but her face is hard, filled with fury. Calisto mistakes it for disbelief when it's really if you've touched him, I will make sure to end you completely"Mmm... I forget you know me so ( ... )
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