Clara, 17 years old. Modern day girl with a love of opera and musical theatre. Nanny by day, barmaid by night. *OOC DISCLAIMER* AU Clara roleplayer, partly indie, partly children-of-time-rp, in which I am also Amy Pond. Message me if you'd like to roleplay, and please take the time to read the 'About Clara' section if you can, please.
Christin could feel the corner of her lips tugging upwards. So this was what it must have felt like; meeting the Woman Twice Dead at a different spot in her multiple timelines. “Yeah well, the Doctor looks at a lot of people like that, when he first met me he just went into disbelief.” That was an entertaining moment in her life.
“Course you were born, everyone is.” Christina tried to reassure the girl of her reality, unfortunately knowing the truth behind her white lie. “People who travel in time and space start to loose little pieces of themselves along the way, it happens to the best of us.” her eyes narrowed for a moment as they honed in on the ring on Clara’s finger. “Like your ring, wedding ring or something? What’s the story behind that?”
"Oh, glad to know I'm not the only one he looks at oddly, then," Clara laughed.
"No, that's not what I meant..." she trailed. What did she mean by that, though? "I was born to save... someone. I can't remember."
Clara looked down at her hand, she'd been twisting the ring around her finger without even realizing it. Old habit. "No, not a wedding ring," she laughed. "Well actually... it kind of is. It was my mum's wedding ring, my older brother has my dad's ring. It feels like part of me now, though, one of the only memories about my parents that's left," she said, staring down at her hands and sighing sadly. She still missed her parents a lot.
Because I actually found a picture of me cosplaying as Amy Pond at Armageddon. Photo was taken... today, I believe, with the lovely Nicole (TARDIS). Also, the mini TARDIS I'm holding is a jewelry box thing that I got at the first day of the expo. :3 Photo credit goes to... uhm, I don't know. Whoever took the photo for Nicole. Because my friend hasn't posted her pictures that she has of me anywhere yet.
Christina played her questioning as nothing, tempted to disregard it entirely but knew silence spoke volumes. “It’s just a name I’ve heard the Doctor mention before. Clara, Oswin, sometimes all three together.” Like a woman named Oswin who saved the Doctor’s life in the Dalek Asylum, the woman who died saving his life in Victorian London. The Woman Twice Dead. She played innocent, cocking her head to the side as if curious, which was a sincere reaction. “Who is ‘people’? Who else has been looking at you differently once they hear your last name?”
"Sometimes I don't even know," Clara replied, sighing. "The Doctor was one, for a start. Some people just look at me like I'm someone they know, and once I even met someone who looked exactly like me. How is that possible?" she asked.
"You're going to think I'm crazy if I say this," she said hesitantly. "But I'll say it anyway... sometimes I feel like I don't know who I am, like parts of my life are a mystery. And I think I was-" she broke off, frowning in concentration. "I was born... no never mind, I'm just going a little crazy," she said, shaking her head violently and then attempting to laugh.
I probably won't be on at all this weekend, going off cosplaying at Armageddon with some friends, and I'm staying at a friend's house tonight. (I'm cosplaying as Amy Pond)
So see you all when I get back! I'll post some pictures too, probably!
Christina nodded, a grin growing more and more wide on ehr face. “He had a bit too much fun one time he was out.” She wrinkled her nose, remembering the memories she had of the experience.
Her grin died away immediately when she heard the girl’s last name. She knew it. She was only ever mentioned as Clara, and yet she knew her last name from another source. Replacing her awestruck gaze, she put on a smile. “Lovely last name. Oswin-Oswald.”
Clara laughed, trying to picture it. Then again, he did seem to strike her as someone fond of bananas.
"Christina?" she asked curiously, frowning slightly as she caught her expression, which Christina had quickly covered up with a smile. "Why did you look at me like that? People seem to do that a bit, look at me like I'm a ghost or something."
Christina leaned in over the counter. “You kind of have as well.” She laughed as she sat back down ont he stool. “So, Clara, just out of curiosity, do you have a last name?” She realsed she’d only gotten a first name from the girl and wondered if she’d heard any mention of her by another name.
"Oh?" Clara asked curiously, one eyebrow raising slightly. "What do you mean by that?" she asked, but after a moment realized, her jaw dropping open. "No way! The Doctor?"
"I do have a last name," she grinned. "It's Oswin-Oswald."
As they walked through the underground colony, some of the cats slunk up to them, sniffing warily at the food before they would cautiously reached for a scrap or two, then bring into tho the mewling litters of kits.
Shilah finally stopped in front of a litter that looked like a mix between black and spotted leopards, aside from the tiniest, who was a greyish colour covered in lighter patches. "These are my kits." Shilah told the two solemnly, reaching for a piece of meat and gently dropping it on front of them.
"Hey..." the Doctor knelt, offering a hand to the furry little kits. They observed him briefly, then tore into their food. "They're lovely."
The little grey one stumbled awkwardly about the group, his high-pitched voice reaching irritating octaves as he tried to fight for a spot. After a minute he sadly walked away, sitting by Clara's feet and looking up at her hopefully.
"They can't speak yet?" the Doctor asked, noticing that they sounded like they were meowing.
Shilah shook her head. "They are still very young."
"Right, then!" he sprang to his feet. "You've all got food, so now I'd like to go and see if I can find out what these Greyskins are. Coming, Clara?"
Clara gazed in awe at the little kits. They were adorable. Truly adorable.
She crouched down on the ground next to them and timidly reached forward one hand for the kits to sniff, petting them lightly.
The little grey kit stumbled over to her, its nose bumping against her leg slightly as he looked up at her, mewing softly. "Hey little guy," she crooned, picking him up and offering him a little piece of meat, cuddling him softly in her arms.
"Sure, always up for an adventure," she said, grinning at him and setting the kit on the ground with its snack, standing up next to him.
The glared at her sulkily, acting more like a child than a thousand-year-old alien. "It can do other things! Lots of other things, I'll have you know! It..." but she'd gone in the TARDIS to get what he'd told her. He could always show off later.
Shilah's ears perked up when Clara came back, tentatively sniffing her findings. "Good." she concluded. "You will take this to our camp, for the kits and the elderly."
She rose, padding silently back to the trap door.
"Oh!" the Doctor said. ""You want us to bring it down there? I've never seen a colony of talking cats, this should be fun."
Clara smiled, picking up the food and water and following Shilah.
"Oh," she breathed in awe as they walked up to the colony. "This is... wow." It was absolutely stunning, Clara had never seen this many cats - of any size, alien or not - all in one place before. And the kits were just simply adorable.
Christina almost snorted with the initial burst of laughter. “Sorry luv, it’s just- oh you’re going to be brilliant. Lots of little things for you to pick up on in your travels.” She cupped a hand to her face to stop the oncoming chuckle. “Yes, yes I did know they invented it, and believe it or not, I’ve met the man who did.” She shot the girl a wink. “You don’t serve ‘em here do you?”
Clara giggled. "No way, you have?" she exclaimed in disbelief. "And as a matter of face, we do serve them here," she grinned, turning away to get the things she'd need to make one.
(Whoops I wrote an AU thing. Well, sort of. AU, but not AU. Spoilers for The Name of the Doctor, and I suppose also spoilers for if you don't know about the Time War. Which you really should, by now. I've got a couple more things I'm writing that'll be up soon, one's half-written, and the other's currently just an idea that's stubbornly formed in my brain. Feedback, likes and reblogs are always appreciated!)
I'm Clara. To you, I'd appear to be in my mid-twenties, ages are so much... simpler for humans. I was human once. It's complicated, and I'm sure you've heard that story before. I was born to save the Doctor.
I can't remember how I ended up here. It's all a little strange, like you're suddenly living a whole new life, yet it feels like you've always been this person. I can feel the faint presence of millions of echoes of myself, scattered along his timeline, all connected like a web to one point. Me. Yet not me, because I'm just an echo too. A ghost. No, the one that connects to all of us is that simple little human, Clara Oswald, just an ordinary girl, yet so extraordinary. Makes me proud that I'm a part of her, I guess.
To tell the truth, I'm not even sure how this is possible, that one human could split herself into millions of echoes, including one Gallifreyan Clara, a completely different species, an echo that refuses to fade. Because that's what I do, different versions of myself dying over and over, just to save him. But that's not why I'm here. Not this Clara.
I've helped him, more than he's realized. I watch over him, keep him safe, but there hasn't been much I've needed to do. I chose him his TARDIS, the one that he'd grow to love so much, that feisty girl who I wanted for a TARDIS, yet she'd never liked me. Took her out on a few adventures, helping the mechanics in their attempt to repair her navigation system, but she's stubborn. She wouldn't have ever worked, not for me. But she was unlocked for him, welcomed him with open arms... or, well, doors, a match made in heaven. If that's possible between a man and a living machine. He'll forget my face, just a fleeting memory that hardly seems significant now, but later he'll wonder about that mysterious girl who guided him to that particular TARDIS, the one that he'd come to rely on so much, the one constant thing in his life that never lets him down. And then one day he'll have stopped wondering about that girl, and he will have forgotten me, and he'll tell stories about how he stole a box and ran away, his TARDIS who stole him back.
My Doctor. He's changed so much over the years, and yet somehow despite all the differences, I knew him instantly when I saw his first self. So young, yet to humans he seems old. There's the faint linger of a memory of his eleventh self, one I cling on to and hope that it'll never fade. That's where it all began, with him.
I'm hundreds of years older now, and he's so old now too. Not as old as I once knew him, but it's like he's a completely different man, one filled with darkness and rage, soon to be replaced with bitterness and regret. I know what's coming, what's going to happen, still remember slight parts from that past life, the one with the book on the Time War that I opened, his name inside it and the events of how he ended the war. I don't remember his name anymore, but I still know that he's going to destroy all of Gallifrey. I'll burn along with all of them, the Time Lords and the Daleks, the Doctor at the heart of the madness, the center of the explosion, and the only one who will leave unharmed. This will be my death, a meaningless one to him, just another name on the long list of the dead, another who died by his hand. He won't know for a very long time about me, who I was and all that I did, all out of love for him. He might not ever find out.
I'm Clara, a Gallifreyan who chose a human name because at the time I thought it fit perfectly, and then the pieces of the mystery all began to fall into place until I knew who I was. I was born to save the Doctor, and for as long as all these echoes of myself exist, I will continue to save him every time, but this is one time where I am helpless, forced to stand back and watch him and face my own death. I can't save him this time.
"Itdoesn'tdowood." he said quickly, practically making the sentence one word. "But I can find another way to help, I'm sure. Please, Clara, can you find something for Shilah?"
Clara couldn't help herself, she burst out laughing. "You mean, Mr I've-got-a-fancy-alien-device, you're stuck when it comes to wooden objects?" she snorted, and then turned away. "Doing that now," she replied, still giggling softly as she headed back towards the TARDIS.
"Dammit," she muttered under her breath, tugging at the TARDIS door handles. "Come on, this really isn't fair! I'm just getting some stuff that the Doctor asked for," she complained, not really caring that the Doctor could probably hear her, and smiling when the doors unlocked. "Thank you."
She rummaged around in the TARDIS for a while, finding some water and a bucket to put it in - she was pretty sure Shilah wouldn't want to try and drink from a water bottle - and a selection of meat that she put into a bag. From her experience with cats back on earth, and Shilah seemed pretty similar, surely meat would do, she decided, and headed back to where the Doctor and Shilah stood, presenting her findings.
"It's not like I meant to!" the Doctor protested. "Honestly, sonic on tiny little lantern in medieval England and instantly they think you're some sort of wizard."
"Right," he continued, "Food, water; yes, I'm sure there's plenty on the TARDIS. Clara, if you don't mind grabbing some? And secondly..." he glanced away. "I would sonic the trapdoor, but..." the last few words were mumbled, so low that even he could barely hear them. "I doesn't do wood."
Clara snorted, rolling her eyes at him. "Typical. You need to be more careful with that sonic."
"Yeah, that's fine," she replied, starting to turn away, but turning back when she barely caught his last sentence. "What was that, Doctor? But..?" she asked curiously, laughing at his embarrassed expression.
Right, off to sleep now, because it's getting lateish here and I want to get up early tomorrow to watch The Name of the Doctor :)
But, since I'm going to have a couple of long-ish (about one hour each way) car trips to a music competition, and a bit of waiting time and stuff, anyone want to give me some Whouffle prompts so that I have things to write tomorrow? I'd be very grateful for some prompts, answer here, anon message me, whatever. Doesn't even have to be a complicated prompt, could just be one or two words. I'll do them all. Swear. (Exceptions being, of course, if I feel extremely uncomfortable writing anything, though that's unlikely.)
“Well,” Christina paused, biting down on her bottom lip. “In one of his past regenerations, he did have a but of fun in France, but it’s hard to get a Timelord drunk. Just our systems seem to process food faster than humans, and so we don’t really feel the full effects.” She on the other hand, in her last regeneration was more human, but this self, she was a little more lucky.
Clara nodded, giggling as she tried to imagine the Doctor stumbling around drunkenly. "France," she mused. "Well known for their alcohol, especially wine and champagne," she said, and then grinned at Christina. "Did you know the French invented the banana daiquiri?" she asked. "Strange drink, that, but oddly delicious."
"Yup, that's me! Though in certain places I go by Merlin..." he glanced at Clara. "Don't ask. Right, Shilah, whatever happened to this planet? If I recall, it used to be a lot... brighter. There should be a grove of trees that grow sweets, right over there."
Shilah regarded him disdainfully. "There is no green here. Only dust, and death. The Greyskins came and took everything away. They are still here. We hide." She indicated the trap door she'd appeared from. "We must fortify the door, before the Greyskins come back and destroy all."
A sadness crept into her tone, her ears drooping. "We lose many, so may to the attacks... there is no food, no water. We live on nothing."
"Merlin?" she exclaimed in disbelief. "Doctor, don't tell me you're the person behind that entire tale..." she muttered, though admittedly she wouldn't be surprised if he was.
"Doctor, isn't there a chance that we landed on the wrong planet? You've done that many times already..." she said, tilting her head to one side and looking up at him. Honestly, the number of times he'd gotten them lost already was beginning to get ridiculous.
"Who, or.. what, are the Greyskins?" she asked curiously. "And Doctor, could you like, strengthen the trapdoors with your sonic?"
She gazed sorrowfully at Shilah, concerned about her lack of food, water and protection. "We might be able to help, surely we'll have food and water you could have, in the TARDIS."
The leopard regarded her coolly for a minutes, then sat down primly and curled its tail around its paws. "Shilah." the leopard said, in a guttural voice, distinctly feminine despite the deep quality to her tone. "My name is Shilah, not... 'kitty'."
"Oh, brilliant!" the Doctor explained, cheerily patting Clara on the head before kneeling down next to her. "And what were you doing down there, in that hole?"
"We hide." Shilah told him simply. She turned her attention to Clara, eyes whirling. "You are clever, like the Feline. What is your name, human?"
Clara smiled at Shilah. "Nice to meet you Shilah, sorry about calling you 'kitty'," she apologized.
She nodded in thanks to Shilah, grabbing the Doctor's arm to steady herself as she lost her balance and almost fell over. "I'm Clara," she said, sitting down cross-legged now that Shilah seemed to be friendly and not want to attack them. "And that's the Doctor."
