defiance

' i am my own person. i refuse to be just one ingredient. i am the whole thing. ' | indie rp blog for an echo of clara |

[faceofeleven-deactivated2015052]

Oh, that stung. Mostly because she was right: how many echoes of Clara had he gotten killed? All because he was so careless with his own life.

"How much do you know? What do you know about me?" How far had she gone down the rabbit hole?

[ownperson-blog]

"I know enough. I know that you're the Doctor... a Time Lord. I know that you can change your face when you die. I know that you're suppose to be some sort of 'hero'. And I know that your friend made some stupid sacrifice that means the sole purpose of my life is to die to save you."

The words were spoken with obvious anger, "Which, by the way, is not going to happen."

[faceofeleven-deactivated2015052]

"I’m sorry you had to do that." And for someone she didn’t even know! He could remember. With his lifestyle, it’s hard to tell one near-death experience from the next. But he never forgot sacrifices.

"But thank you. Without you, I wouldn’t be here. When we get out of this cell, I can try to make it up to you, if you want." He had to do something, didn’t he?

[ownperson-blog]

She doubted his apology was sincere, but she didn't say anything. There was no point in making this situation any worse. 

"I don't see how you can make it up to me. I think you've already done enough damage." -- oh. It seems her decision not to make any other comments like that has been forgotten.

[justalonelymonster-deactivated2]

An alien that he had been tracking had spotted him and the Doctor had to make a run for it. He hadn’t meant to bring any humans into this, though it was inevitable with him being on Earth. Somehow he always wound up here, though he knew that it had to do with him being fond for the planet and the people. He blinked when he saw a figure appear in his alleyway. It wasn’t the alien, the body was too small. No, the alien was gone, he hoped that it had teleported away.

"Hi. Did you see…was there a thing out there?"

[ownperson-blog]

There was something almost familiar about his voice, but she couldn't quite place it. Telling herself that it was probably nothing, she forced herself to relax. He sounded like a nice enough person, and if he turned out not to be so nice, she was closest to the exit of the alleyway.

"Yeah. Seemed pretty angry, too. Think it's gone now though."

[yesscarfgirl-deactivated2017022]

"Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you Clara." She said with a slightly concerned smile. Osgood was still a tad bit worried about the girl, though. She seemed confused and lost. "Are you sure you’re alright? I know this is forward, but if you need somewhere to stay, I have a guest room in my flat. I live pretty close to here, too." She offered, knowing it was odd. But, really, she wanted to help. 

[ownperson-blog]

A frown appeared across her face, "You'd just invite a stranger to stay at your house? I could be some sort of mass murderer, or something," Maybe it was the difference in culture between the future and the past, but Clara didn't think that anyone from her time would be silly enough to make an offer like that, "But... I mean... if that offer's still open... I don't really have anywhere to go right now."

[claryiisms-deactivated20150103]

& foughtthedaleks & riighteousman & ownperson

[claryiisms-deactivated20150103]

      ’ Stop moving your feet & shifting around —— it’s proving how nervous you are. ‘

[ownperson-blog]

"Well, I am nervous. For pretty obvious reasons, too."

[skirtedegomaniac-archive2]

"Sure, what is it?" Clara asked. She really hoped that running into one of her echoes was just a coincidence and not something significant. She didn’t want to see the girl die. Even if she was an echo. 

[ownperson-blog]

"Do you ever have these weird dreams?" That was the first thing that Clara had noticed-- or at least, the first thing that she thought could be considered abnormal, "Dreams that you can't quite remember when you wake up, but you know they're important. Like, really important."

[faceofeleven-deactivated2015052]

His eyes narrowed while the pieces slowly slotted into place. Was she a self-aware echo? Impossible. Oswin Oswald hadn’t known Clara Oswin Oswald, who hadn’t know Clara Oswald, the original. So how did she?

"Have we met before?" He didn’t want to speak too forward or presumptive; he didn’t want to aggravate time.

[ownperson-blog]

"Yes," She practically spat out the word. It wasn't fair, really. Her anger shouldn't be directed at him, yet, he was the only one who she could direct it at. The 'original' wasn't here, and he was the closest she could get to her.

She paused, before adding, "Once. A few months ago for me, but who knows how long it's been for you. I doubt you even remember it. I died for you-- almost."

[ownperson-blog]

justalonelymonster liked for a starter!

Footsteps run past they alleyway she quickly hid herself in, and she's relieved when they don't pause. For a few moments she stays there, trying to catch her breath, when all of a sudden she realises that she's not the only person there. She can't quite see their face in the darkness, but she can make out that they're quite a bit taller than her, and have a distinctly masculine figure.

"Oh. Um, hello."

[ownperson-blog]

[ hey if anyone's bored you should totally like this for a starter! clara needs more friends ]

[yesscarfgirl-deactivated2017022]

"Wait!" The girl did not look like she was fit to go off on her own and, after a quick look around, Osgood discovered there was no one else with her. "Are you alright? You look like you’re ill. Is there anyway I can help you?" She honestly had no idea who the girl was or how she could help, but she wasn’t in any state to be wandering around London. "What’s your name?"

[ownperson-blog]

Clara looked back at the other, offering her a slight smile, "I'm mostly fine. It's okay," She didn't know much about the past, but she did know that telling someone that she was from the future probably wasn't a great plan. It could land her in some kind of asylum, or worse, create a time paradox. Still... she didn't suppose telling the other her name would cause much trouble, "Clara. Clara Oswin."

[yesscarfgirl-deactivated2017022]

Giving her a confused look, Osgood complied. She’d had weirder conversations. “Earth… It’s 2014. Is- um, is that a problem?”

[ownperson-blog]

"Um..." She felt a bit sick after hearing that. Planet hopping was one thing, but time hopping? That wasn't something she was prepared to do. She did, one day, plan to return home. How was that ever supposed to happen? Hell, how was she supposed to support herself? Her credits would be no good in this era, and neither would her qualifications. In fact, she didn't even exist yet in this time. How was she supposed to do anything, "Thank... thank you for your time..."

[skirtedegomaniac-archive2]

It was definitely odd, meeting one of her echoes. She wondered if the girl had any idea about the Doctor, about her fate. Even though the girl wasn’t actually her, she was a part of her. And one day she’d probably die saving some version of the Doctor. “You make a fair point there.” Clara conceded.

[ownperson-blog]

Clara scuffed her foot against the ground, thinking for a few moments, before speaking up suddenly, "Can I ask you something? Something that's, um, actually, properly strange?" She couldn't keep it in any longer. She knew that this information had revolutionised her life-- changed it for the good or the worse, she still hadn't worked out which-- and she had to tell the other. At the very least, she deserved to know.

[fleshism-blog]

He looks at her then, and with those words, thoughtless and said so bluntly, the illusion of Clara is shattered. She wasn’t Clara, she wasn’t close to being his Impossible Girl. She was simply someone with a face, someone like him, and he had yet to see that as a good thing. His eyes are filled with a quiet rage, one that was building and pushing as he speaks.

"I made a vow, a promise. She’s gone to sleep, she’s done fighting this war between The Universe and I, and I am done being selfish… I’m done hurting the woman who’d die for the sake of keeping my hope alive."

His face contorts then, pain flashing across his features, before he breaks eye contact, his hand having clapped over his arm, another sign of pain. Her voice, her very presence, it was making him hopeful, it was making him want to stretch his hand out, to help, and it sickened him. He’d run to Clara, had watched her fall. They’d almost made it, but she’d faded into the abyss of death, and he’d felt himself die with her. How could this girl awaken something she had never seen in him? How was she so properly real when his companion was no more? He wants to yell, accuse even and yet he looks back into her eyes. The pools are filled with familiarity, one he knew wasn’t from association, and the fear was warm, pushing her. He parts thin lips, arm clutched in a tight and rigid grip.

"And here you are, hm? You’re a runner, and you’ve run into me. Question is, will you turn away, or will you go back to the life you thought you knew and pretend you’ve never seen me before? Pretend I’m not another piece of your puzzle, of a life you’ve lived but have yet to actually see?"

[ownperson-blog]

"I'm not her, but... Well, I reckon that if someone I knew had a way of cheating death for me, I'd want them to give it a shot."

But then, that was the point, wasn't it? She was Clara, but she wasn't his Clara. It was like she'd always known-- they were similar, but not the same. While she valued her own life above all else, that other Clara wasn't quite so... well... selfish, she supposed. This was just further proof of what she already knew.

She frowns at his words, a flash of her own anger sparking up for a moment, before she manages to crush it back down. His words have reminded her of everything-- his presence was enough to do that, but his words have made her properly think of her running for the first time in a while. And she doesn't like it.

"I came over to you because I want answers. There's a lot of stuff about my life that I still don't understand. I want you to tell me everything."

[ownperson-blog]

"I think I'm lost..."

"Yeah... me too. Still, I wouldn't worry too much. If we just keep walking down this way, eventually we'll find somewhere that we recognise. Probably."

[ownperson-blog]

" -- Ah, I wouldn't go down there if I was you. There's a Slitheen getting arrested, and it looks like things are about to get a bit... messy."

[claramovedtotuppencetrinket-blog]

So, here we are, six months later.  Despite many, many ups and downs, and many bouts of my life interfering with any attempts at roleplay, NanoWriMo, school, kids, chaos and inspiration issues, I’m still here — and maybe more importantly, so are you all!  I’ve had a few giveaways that I still need to reward prizes to; I still owe idrxs her TARDIS lights (and I’ll be throwing in a bonus prize for waiting forever for me to get them to her), and some icons to some, but I think it’s time I do another, more major giveaway.  I am a baker’s dozen or so away from a total of five hundred followers on my three main accounts, and with that coinciding with a six month anniversary on Clara and the holiday season, quickly followed by my birthday in January, I want to do something for you!

Three winners will receive 300 icons.

Two winners will receive 200 icons + a $10 purchase from thinkgeek.com, or Amazon.com.  

One winner will receive 100 icons + a $20 purchase from thinkgeek.com or Amazon.com

GRAND PRIZE:  One (1) winner will receive: 

Five hundred icons of their choice.

$20 purchase from thinkgeek.com or Amazon.com

One jewelry set of necklace, bracelet and earrings, made by me to order.  Value $30-75 depending on style, materials, etc.  

The rules are fairly simple.  

Must be following Clara, Hannibal or Twelve.

One like, multiple reblogs are accepted.  (Don’t spam your followers)

Do not unfollow me after the giveaway. It’s rude.  If you follow me, I expect that you want to write with me.  Otherwise why let me clutter your dash with all my stuff?

Must be willing to share personal info for shipping orders.  

Must be willing to be patient while I work on rewards.  Money will be coming out of my school money when I get it, which will be mid-end January so they will come, as soon as I have the money available!

This giveaway goes from now, to January 4th.  I will announce winners on my birthday, the 5th!

[sinisterisms-blog]

         ”—translate?”

   That was honestly the first time he’d ever received that request. He deflated slightly, somewhat disappointed — it was the most anticlimactic damsel in distress moment of his life.

      It was times like this he really missed Mel.

               ”Have you perhaps tried asking someone                if they speak your language? I find asking                tends to get one quite far. Or, better yet,                perhaps you would like a lift home?” 

[ownperson-blog]

"Tried asking, just got some confused gibberish in return."

It was times like this that she wished she'd learnt another language. Alas, alien languages had stopped being taught in New London schools years ago. Most planets nearby spoke English as the native language thanks to colonisation, so it wasn't really seen as an essential thing for children to learn.

"I was taught never to go anywhere with strange men," Clara spoke in a teasing tone, "But, if you're offering a lift... I do need to get off planet somehow."