action/voice; someone's out of the factory

[yearthatneverwas]

a. outside 626 Topper;

[Anyone passing by Topper Street will notice the carnage outside 626. Some of the windows are broken, there's blood spattered on the inside and outside walls, and there is a pile of dead drone bodies beginning to pile up.

In the center of it is Martha Jones. Her breathing is labored and her movements are jerky, but the most obvious thing about her is her anger. She's seething under the surface, even if she's silent for now.

Oh, and she's gnawing on a dead drone's femur.]

b. Mayfield's streets;

[A little later, after regaining some of her mobility, a bloodstained Martha goes out into the town. She's muttering to herself, things like 'get this noise out of my head', but more often than not, she's snarling a name. Doctor Doctor Doctor. When she stops? She's tapping out a drumbeat rhythm, and she's breathing hard, growling at anyone passing by.]

c. phone;

[Martha's voice is hardly recognizable as her own anymore. She screams one single word into the phone before slamming it down:]

DOCTOR!

[ooc: in both a and b, due to her surgery conditions, Martha may lash out physically at your character. She won't be consciously looking to kill, but she's likely to bite or try to bite. Let me know if this isn't okay and I will avoid it!]

Comments

B) (sorry, reposting to add that biting and such is totally fine)(and again, cuz of my icon-fail)

[watchthenails]

[ That's a familiar voice. He talked to her on the phone, didn't he? But... she looked... there was.. something odd about her. ]

Excuse me...

[ He hears the snarling of 'doctor doctor'. ]

Do you need a doctor?

(it's all good!)

[yearthatneverwas]

I.

[She turns, and she honestly looks manic and angry both.]

Not a doctor. The Doctor. If I get rid of him I'll stop this bloody incessant ticking in my head.

[watchthenails]

[ Wait what huh? Why's she looking so angry? ]

Ah, ah, I see. I'm sorry I don't know that doctor...

[yearthatneverwas]

Tall. Skinny. Wears a stupid bow tie. Trips over his own two feet too often.

[And she leans forward, grabbing at his shoulders.]

Everyone knows him. Everyone.

[watchthenails]

Ah, Yuushi's father is a doctor, do you perhaps mean him...?

[ He doubts it though. And he doesn't really remember what Yuushi's dad looks like.

And she's sort of scaring him... ]

[yearthatneverwas]

[She shakes him by the shoulders, all but snarling in his face. The shake is more forceful than she thinks it is.]

THE Doctor! Blue box, bip-bops and timey-wimeys all around the universe and can get this incessant tap-tap-tap-tap out of my head before I tear it off!

sorry for the late reply! orz

[watchthenails]

I-I'm afraid I don't know what you mean!

[ Why are women so scary a lot of the time?! ]

B

[afterthesky]

Martha?

[It looks like she could use a doctor herself right about now...]

[yearthatneverwas]

Where is he?

[Martha's not hurt, but she's clearly not herself.]

[afterthesky]

Where is who?

[This... is not a good sign]

[yearthatneverwas]

The Doctor. Where is he? I need to know.

[afterthesky]

Do you... not remember?

[Not a good sign]

[yearthatneverwas]

I don't REMEMBER and I - I have to see him, tell him - tell him - tell him to make it stop.

[afterthesky]

Make what stop? He's badly off, right now.

[yearthatneverwas]

You can't hear it. You can't hear the incessant drumming and feel --

[Martha grabs Sarah Jane's hands, bringing them to her chest.]

Feel this where you shouldn't, it's impossible, and yet it's in your chest and in your head and it's not right.

[afterthesky]

You're hearing... your heartbeat in the wrong place? What did they do?

[Something, obviously. THere's a lot of that going around]

c

[godaime]

[ Tsunade immediately redials the number as soon as she hears the ear bleedingly loud demand for a doctor. The tone she carries is rather urgent. ]

Doctor? You mean you need a doctor or something else involving doctors?

[yearthatneverwas]

I need THE DOCTOR.

[godaime]

The Doctor? Is there like some head medic around here? [ She wasn't aware of this, and, with her healing talents, she really should have. ]

[yearthatneverwas]

No. No.

[She taps on the outside of the phone.]

Universe doctor. Hate him for it, I need - I need - I need him to make it stop.

[godaime]

So this doctor fixes the entire universe? Like a practitioner for life? That's odd.[ This is...rather uncomfortable. ] Unfortunately, I don't know where he is so I can't really help you.

[yearthatneverwas]

Always there, no one knows it, bastard that's always trying to fix everything and never looks at anyone else twice because there is always something.

[godaime]

Sounds like quite the character. You'll have to introduce us sometime. [ She isn't sure what else to say to the claims that he fixes everything and then moves onto the next subject. That's...rather interesting. ]

C.

[godcomplexed]

Martha...?

[yearthatneverwas]

[The scream that Martha lets out is more animal than human, much the way she looks - blood staining her hair and her clothing and a smear across her face like war paint. She looks like a wounded animal, but one that still intends to fight. She rushes at the Doctor, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking hard.]

Make it stop! The drums, the drums, the drums, the drums! You put it in my head and I hate you for it, I wish you would just die but you're the only one that can make it stop.

[godcomplexed]

[The Doctor stumbles in her grip and tries to shove her away, wincing in pain.]

Martha, no... it's that woman. She's done something to you, hasn't she? I haven't...

There aren't any drums.

[yearthatneverwas]

Done something? Done something?

[She grabs his hands and puts them on her chest. Two heartbeats. Two heartbeats and the sound she can't stop hearing.]

She put it in my head and I cannot make it stop and I could kill you if you say you can't.

[godcomplexed]

[His hand trembles as he feels the two heart beats. He feels sick and has to swallow bile before he can reply to her.]

I'll... I'll help you. Promise. This is all my fault.

[yearthatneverwas]

Is this how it is? Every single day of your life, constant thud-thud-thud and the noise that will never go away no matter what you do, how much blood you spill, how much you try?