#second regeneration

[hickapostsart]

ITS HIS FREAKING BIRTHDAY! 100 YEARS BABY WOHO!!!!

Rest in peace old man you will always be remembered 💕

[ediopologiist]

xartefactual

Wandering around was not a pastime that Evelyn condoned, which was exactly why Brooke liked to do it. Currently, she liked to wander in a particular park,  chasing ducks around because she had nothing to feed them and  occasionally bumping into strangers.

Usually she means to run into them, though, just to see their reactions. But this time it’s completely by accident as she was chasing a duck and immediately Brooke draws back, folding her hands and biting her lip.

“Sorry. S’just cause I didn’t see you.”

[thesongofthemockingbird]

[ediopologiist]

The New Kid // Doublethemystery

The first day of school.

        Well, as close as Brooklyn Smythe would ever get. 

She was transferring in, at the middle of the year, and while for most kids it'd be hell-- she couldn't believe her absolute good fortune. Evelyn was letting her go to school. A real, live school with other kids and other adults where she'd be learning more than just how every single subject could be used to murder someone.

Brooke found her classroom quite easily and slid into a seat. She set her notebook on the table. A breath. sixth grade. A year ahead of where she should be. But that was okay. She'd be bored in fifth grade anyway. The other kids were bigger than her but Evelyn always told her size didn't matter. 

She folded her arms and waited, hearing the whispers around the room about the sixth grade teacher. She was apparently a favorite, or something. Brooke wondered why. Her experience with adults was limited to what little memories of her parents she'd retained, Kovarian, and Evelyn. And while she was very, very attached to Evelyn she couldn't see how other children would like her. Brooke had never thought of the fact that not all adults were the same. In her head they were all like Evelyn. So this teacher mystified her a little.

The question remained-- would Evelyn let Brooke finish the year? Brooke hoped she would. But she'd have to prove this was actually useful to her goals or else she'd be out of here in a heartbeat.

Pushing that thought from her mind, she started doodling on a sheet of notebook paper and waited for class to start. 

[ediopologiist]

"Well, this is entertaining." 

[ediopologiist]

My Medea // Everybody-Loves-Lizzie // Early Second Regeneration

She had never been to a hospital before.

Brooke knew what they looked like. She knew of them, but the TARDIS had her own little medbay and the Silence never bothered to send her to one. They had doctors designed for her, designed to engineer her, to make sure that every piece of the machine was in working order. That's all she was, anyway. Their machine- but they were making her better, so they said.

She wasn't sure if she always believed them.

But no, she wasn't supposed to think that. She was going to be amazing. She'd be strong and fast and clever like Evelyn. She'd be able to do anything she wanted. 

                   {That's what they told her, anyway.} 

But tonight she was not happy. She was not prepared to think that this was better. Tonight she was sad, and lonely, and wanted nothing but Evelyn to curl up next to her so they could watch some sort of movie together. 

So she'd gone to the older woman, to mummy, as she called her now. She'd gone and asked- and received stony silence instead. Evelyn had pushed her away, telling her that assassins shouldn't need that sort of thing- and besides - besides- Brooke hadn't done well in training that morning. She didn't deserve it, did she? 

        No, she'd answered quietly, no, I don't. 

Satisfied, Evelyn had gone back to her work, leaving Brooke alone and starving for attention. So she'd left.

It was rash, and stupid, and it wouldn't help anything, but Brooke had slipped out the back door and she'd ran- she'd ran farther away from the other woman than she ever had before, even in the early days- when she'd tried to escape. She hadn't been strong enough to get very far. Now, now even with bruises and scrapes and cuts and two broken ribs and a sprained wrist, she had run as far as her legs would take her.

Her hair was a mess and she was hungry and tired. Her side was crying out in sharp pain- so she sank to a bench in the middle of a random hall in the ER and tucked her legs up to her chest.

Evelyn was going to be so mad.

She was too tired to care. 

[sweatermangaius]

(≚ᄌ≚)ƶƵ (choose whichever regeneration you want)

send me a (≚ᄌ≚)ƶƵ for my character’s reaction to yours crawling into bed with them.

Gaius wasn't a deep sleeper, he had made sure of that. But normally when he would wake up in the middle of the night, he would know why. This time he didn't and it confused him greatly. Just like why there was something warm at his side and over his stomach. With his mind not wanting to progress what was going on,he tried to roll onto his side. Note: he tried.For then he understood what was wrong. That warm thing at his side was a body. And that warm thing on his stomach was an arm of said body.'It is nice, being so warm and snuggling with someone in a bed, BUT NO WHEN YOU-!' Gaius thought, slowly staring to panic only for his train of thoughts to stop abruptly. Then he knew and saw who it was with him in bed. 'Auburn hair, pale face, slight bags under the eyes, the smell of alcohol, the sweater.Yes, this is Nova, my neighbour and drinking buddy.'

Gaius took a deep breathe and-

"Ugh, Nova! Wake up, wake up! God, you smell!NOVA!"

[ediopologiist]

Just Two Lonlies Together // Privetdrivefreak // Second Regeneration

She'd somehow convinced Evelyn to let her loose a bit more. The older woman had actually let her out of the house and onto the street, convinced she wouldn't go far. Brooke wasn't going to try and run for it. Not yet. Where would she go, anyway? 

The air was crisp- cold, even, and her nose felt all prickly and frozen. She kicked at a tree trunk and then reached up, testing the lowest branch curiously. When it seemed sturdy enough, she hauled herself up onto it, and then swung to the next, and stepped up to the next after that. She wasn't playing, exactly- Brooke had quite forgotten how to play. But it was good exercise and mildly entertaining. 

It was when she sat on a long branch overhanging the next garden over, legs swinging ten or so feet above the lawn that she realized that she was very lonely. 

It wasn't much fun outside, alone. 

But something else caught her interest. There was another somebody, just over the hedge. She wasn't alone after all. He seemed small, thin, and had a thin little face and too-large green eyes. His glasses looked rather mangled. 

Brooke leaned forward on the branch, resting her chin on her fists, watching him before calling out quietly: 

"Is this your garden?"