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oswinforthewin) wrote2014-07-24 10:02 pm
oswinforthewin) wrote2014-07-24 10:02 pm
( impossible darkness ) noir nights.
DUE TO DELAYS THE 7:00PM BUS IS CANCELLED. PLEASE REROUTE.
Annabell sighed in irritation, looking at the watch on her wrist. For all the advancements The Conclave spoke of? Things were constantly breaking down. Still, they were led to believe this was life as normal. Only those from The Belly (as it was oh so affectionately called) knew different. She had been born in The Belly, and when she saw the world up above for the first time? She couldn't believe it. Now it made her skin crawl, but she had to keep the role up.
Even if she did miss teaching.
Her legs uncrossed and Annabell pushed herself up from the bench in the bus station. She straightened her dress and grabbed her coat. From the pockets she pulled out a small case of cigarettes and started to light it. It would be a long walk back to her apartment, so she might as well enjoy herself. Maybe she'd see some of the sights on her way back. It was a dream of hers as she chased the imaginary amber leaves that they said fell from real trees in the fall. A dream that soured and dried up when she finally got to the surface.
She almost regretted the decision to move upwards. Regrets, bitterness, and cheap wine was the life that Annabell lived, when she wasn't singing for the people she couldn't stand. They said she was a rising star in the music scene. Not that she cared. Her dark red lipstick stained the end of the cigarette as she shrugged on her coat. All she hoped for at the moment was that some fan wouldn't find her. Unless, of course, they wanted to offer her a ride home.
Annabell sighed in irritation, looking at the watch on her wrist. For all the advancements The Conclave spoke of? Things were constantly breaking down. Still, they were led to believe this was life as normal. Only those from The Belly (as it was oh so affectionately called) knew different. She had been born in The Belly, and when she saw the world up above for the first time? She couldn't believe it. Now it made her skin crawl, but she had to keep the role up.
Even if she did miss teaching.
Her legs uncrossed and Annabell pushed herself up from the bench in the bus station. She straightened her dress and grabbed her coat. From the pockets she pulled out a small case of cigarettes and started to light it. It would be a long walk back to her apartment, so she might as well enjoy herself. Maybe she'd see some of the sights on her way back. It was a dream of hers as she chased the imaginary amber leaves that they said fell from real trees in the fall. A dream that soured and dried up when she finally got to the surface.
She almost regretted the decision to move upwards. Regrets, bitterness, and cheap wine was the life that Annabell lived, when she wasn't singing for the people she couldn't stand. They said she was a rising star in the music scene. Not that she cared. Her dark red lipstick stained the end of the cigarette as she shrugged on her coat. All she hoped for at the moment was that some fan wouldn't find her. Unless, of course, they wanted to offer her a ride home.
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Clara stepped to the side, careful of the oil that was on the floor. Her eyes followed the trail. But, there was something not right about all of it. Almost like it shouldn't have been possible. Not that she was a Time Lord or Lady in any regard. It was more like a sixth sense - something in the back of her head telling her that it was dangerous. Whatever it was.
"What do you know that would leave this much oil?" Clara questioned him. "What would need this much of it? There is something missing here. Members of the resistance have been killed off, there are murders on the Surface, and now one of the ways from the Belly to the Surface is covered in oil? No. We are missing something."
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He turns to Clara, as if the answer had been here all along. "They want to smoke the people out, yeah? They're using oil as their source. They're trying to stop me - us - from getting them out. The oil wasn't here last night, but it is now! It's so obvious!" He wondered if the dates would change when everything will happen. "It'll be harder to put a fire out when the source is oil."
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"No. They want to burn us alive."
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Scanning the door with his screwdriver, it clicks unlocked and he pokes his he's out. "You've been here before. Where is this exit?" It looked like an old alleyway with old buildings standing tall that resembled a defunct factory, making the Doctor wonder about it's history.
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"The historical part of the Surface." Clara informed him. "It dates back to when the city was founded. It was one of the first on the planet."
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Looking around, the Doctor fully steps out this time and begins walking around, exploring the surroundings.
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This was the problem that her friend had run into. There were too many people. But, there had to be a way to save all of them. She would hate to admit it, but she found herself looking at the Doctor to find a way. With that big ego, big hair and doe brown eyes of his? He had to have some sort of way of saving everyone. Otherwise why call yourself a healer?
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"Your friend back at the bar... How willing is his group to help?"
[ooc: aka too much time has passed to remember his name and the bar's name XD]
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The Doctor finds somewhere to sit and crosses his legs. He's quiet at first, just watching Clara move about and then nods. "I'm thinking of creating a distraction here, somewhere to keep attentions else where, and then letting everyone escape during that."
That was the biggest idea he had. He figured the powers that be have caught on that the people in the Belly might know something, but he hoped nothing official.
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"Like an explosion." Clara said. "Blow the wall with the oil and drag all the attention to it. Then, find another place for everyone to start funneling out of."
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"You have connections up here, yes? Other spies such as yourself?" She may had been hiding it well, but he wasn't fooled. There had to be some contacts she possessed here from the Belly as well.
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It meant they would have to go their separate ways for a little bit, and although that did make him a little uneasy, he knew he could trust her and she'd be fine on her own. She's made it this far in this universe without him, it'd be just a little while longer before it'd be all over.
"Let's meet back in 2 hours, eh? We'll go back downstairs then and get the plan moving in the next day..."
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Clara turned and made her way out. It took a bit of time to get back to the surface.
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He'd have to settle with finding something later, or if he was really inclined, could make a trip back to the TARDIS, but time wasn't on his side at the moment. He almost felt like he literally could hear it ticking in the back of his mind.
Waiting back in the alley where they had arrived, he waited her her return, anxiously tapping his foot. They needed to get back underground and arrange things there.
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In the form of mob protest. What else was there to be done?
Clara, on the other hand, raced to meet with the Doctor again. Her heart was beating insanely fast by the time she found the alleyway that they had met in. She leaned against the wall to catch her breath and looked up at him.
"I thought I told you to avoid more oil."
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Moments later, they're back in the stairs, moving back down to the Belly. Along the way, he explained he had set up some there in the factory and had a general plan mapped out.
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"Everything is ready. They just need the word."