@captainofnxthing found the prodigal daughter
❝ i’m WORRIED about you. ❞

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@captainofnxthing found the prodigal daughter
❝ i’m WORRIED about you. ❞
captainofnxthing
“Oh bloody hell what’s in this thing?”
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“Good news is we’re out. Bad news is I think I accidentally landed in one of the gas chambers -and we’re out of power.”
The Doctor let out a high-pitched sigh.
“Rassilon, I hate my life.”
captainofnxthing:
His mind, having been pretty much dormant until this point, suddenly jolted into action at the sound of the Doctor’s voice. He blinks a couple of times, then his eyes finally moved to where the voice had come from. — But wait, what had he said? While he had actually heard him say something, James’ exhausted mind still hadn’t quite got to processing WHAT had been said to him just yet.
Oh yeah, that was right. He had asked him if he was sleeping okay. He finally nodded; the response so delayed that even just trying to lie now was probably pointless.
“Yeah. — Yeah, course I am. Why d'you ask?”
He waits for a reply, hands busy and eyes trained on it, as if the question could’ve been any sorts of casual. But the answer doesn’t come. With the most stoic face the Doctor can pull (which is a very good one, mind), he takes his fake attention from the machine in his grasp and looks at the boy. Truly a young boy, in every way, even in his reluctance to sleep. He can understand, with so many things going on out there at every second, and with the actual nature of feeling them happening. But, as convenient as that could be, that doesn’t exactly seem as the reason the boy lacked sleep.
The signs are all there, too--response retardation--quite--, small span of attention, trembling and reddened eyes, slow movements, lethargic voice. And, most of all, denial. If he knew any better, he’d say that last one was strictly hereditary...
“Needing less sleep doesn’t mean needing no sleep. I’m sure you know the difference, smart as you are.”
To his surprise, his voice is actually soft, not scolding. He’s just gonna roll with it.
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My Opinion on;
Character in general: I’m always pretty skeptical of Doctor’s children OC’s, but I figured I ought to at least give James a chance and read his bio, and he seems like a great character! It’s clear that the mun has put a lot of thought into his backstory, and his character arc seems really interesting – I’m a sucker for a good character arc. I’m glad I decided to give him a chance. :)How they play them: I’ve only just begun following, but they seem to have a really good grasp on his character and voice! I suppose it helps that he’s an OC, but still – it can sometimes be difficult to keep a consistent grasp on a character’s voice, but they seem to have it. :) So looks good to me!The Mun: We haven’t spoken much yet, but I’d be happy to change that – they seem very nice!
Do I:
RP with them: We just started our first thread!Want to RP with them: Absolutely! (on a side note: when will I stop ending sentences with exclamation marks)
What is my;
Overall Opinion: Haven’t been following for long enough to develop a super-detailed opinion, but I like what I’ve seen so far, and I look forward to getting to know mun and muse in the future. :)
Park
Theta had taken the family out to the park, the rest were all sat down eating whilst Theta had two of the youngest in the actual park. She was pushing the swings when she noticed someone familiar. "James? James Song is that you?"
"That's messed up"
AU Starters, captainofnxthingVampire and Mortal
“Come here, darling,” Jamie cooed as her prisoner was led into her room; she held out her hand to this blood slave, a picture of caring and adoration as she tugged his hand to pull him into the pillows in front of the fire with her. “No need to look so frightened, come; won’t you have a drink? Perhaps something to eat?”