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Post by scarletta on Mar 14, 2011 1:02:14 GMT -5
She awoke quickly, her eyes flying open as she jolted into a sitting position looking around. She was lying on the ground, sleeping or passed out or whatever—she really couldn’t remember. Actually she couldn’t remember anything… Wait! What was going on? Frantically she looked around.
Her name was Amelia. She remembered that. Amelia Pond. That was her name. The only thing that made sense her in mind, everything else was just a blur. “Hello,” Amelia called, finally actually seeing where she was for the first time. It was a large area, very weird, and very alien looking. “Hello?” She shouted once more, hearing her voice echoed around her. Most people would assume they were alone in such an odd place, but not Amelia. For some reason she knew someone would be here with her.
“Do you know where I am?” She called to no one in particular, or maybe she was asking the unknown person she thought was with her… Either way she was looking for an answer. “My name is Amelia Pond.” She tried again once more. “I don’t remember anything else though, can you help me?” Amelia then coincided that a more logical person wouldn’t shout to no one in a strange location that could be anywhere. A more logical person would probably be scared. Demand answers. Try to hide or run away even, but not Amelia. Actually the idea didn’t even cross her mind until that point. Maybe it was her sudden amnesia or maybe she was always just like this, but Amelia didn't feel threaten or scared or lost at all here. The strange place actually seemed familiar to her, but she couldn’t remember why. Something in her head told her everything was going to be okay, but she really wished she could remember why the voice in her head would stay that.
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Post by THE ELEVENTH DOCTOR on Mar 14, 2011 5:05:32 GMT -5
 You've told me who I amI AM YOURS[/sub]
The low hum of the TARDIS filled the Doctor's ears as his eyes shot open. He didn't remember what had happened, he was lying on the floor, all he knew is... He was the Doctor, he knew that, he knew this was the TARDIS and other than that, he couldn't remember. It was like some sort of amnesia, he couldn't remember what had happened before he woke up except... He remembered, he was with Rose, they were at Torchwood and there were Daleks... And Cyberman. The Doctor stood up and adjusted his eyes to the light, he paused and looked around "Rose?" he called. And then he remembered. She had left, she was on the other side of the void, in a parallel universe where he could never see her again. The grief punched him with the realisation, she was his Rose and now she was gone. He could never see her again, and this tore at him, a small tear shed down his cheek.
Something wasn't right, but everything just felt like a blur. He rubbed his head and looked up at the console. His eyes widened "What" he said, he shook his head "What, but..." he spat as he stared at the console. It was different, it wasn't the same old Earthy TARDIS, and it looked as if it was bigger. He shook his head "How did it, but.." he looked down, at his clothes. They had changed, he was wearing a bow tie and a tweed jacket, even his voice had changed. Now he was really worried, had he regenerated? Is that why he couldn't remember anything? He didn't have all the answers, and everything didn't make any sense.
He slid his hand down his face and looked at the console again. Nothing made sense, his head was spinning, and he still didn't understand how he could have regenerated. Everything was so quiet, the TARDIS felt so empty, until “Do you know where I am?” the Doctor's head shot up at the voice. Someone else was in the TARDIS, and maybe, they knew the answers. He looked around for the voice, his heart racing, down a long corridor until he saw a girl. She was tall, red haired, and wearing a very short skirt, she was pretty, her hair sculpting her face. He stared at her, and for some reason she seemed so familiar, like he knew her somehow. The Doctor frowned "How did you get in here?" he asked the girl standing in front of him. How did he know her? And how did she get in?
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Post by scarletta on Mar 16, 2011 23:32:05 GMT -5
It didn't annoy Amelia that she knew nothing of her past besides her name. It didn't even irritate her that she awoke in a strange place with no memory besides her name. No, the thing that bovvered bothered her the most was that it seemed as though that something in her brain told her that she really did know everything that happened before today, yet there was some kind of wall blocking it, so she could not reach those memories. Or maybe she was just going metal. Yeah, that seemed like a plausible assumption and something told Amelia she was not unfamiliar to that word.
Amelia turned around quickly when she heard the voice and eyes widen when she saw a man who looked as though he walked out of the 17th century and by that, Amelia didn't mean he was old, on the contrary he was quiet young looking, but it looked as though a blind person with a few screws loose dressed him. And to make matters worst, he was staring her up and down, frowning as though something very unpleasant just crashed his party. She looked down at herself, not remembering what she was wearing, and suddenly, Amelia felt very naked in a skirt that was a tad bit too short, but it felt causal for her to wear, so Amelia wasn't really about to start World War III with her memory.
Her eyes shot back to the strange man with a fashion disorder. Something told her to trust him and Amelia was really ready to tell her brain to shut up, but as much as she hated to admit it, the bloke did look familiar too her, but she couldn't put a name to the face. Darn. One point brain, zero point Amelia. He spoke and Amelia admittedly focused on him once more and stopped internally arguing with herself. (Seriously? The mental idea was sounding very accurate at the moment) "A bow tie, really?" She replied automatically, completely ignoring the question he asked. "And you hair! Oh god just look at your hair! Have you seen your hair?! And your wearing a bow tie! Am I gabbling? Yeah I am. Sorry, I tend to do that, well at least I think I do?"
She was speaking to fast, she realized, hardly taking a breath between words as she said the first things that came to her mind without thinking about what she was saying. It felt natural too her though, so Amelia figured she wasn't a stranger to gabbling, even though at the moment she was almost a stranger to herself. "And your question!" Amelia said suddenly. because she just remembered. "Would you believe me if I said I don't remember? Of course you wouldn't, because even to me that sounds like a really stupid excuse, but actually I don't remember? How did you get in here? Do you live here or something? Doesn't seem very home-y-ish place to live to be honest." But even as Amelia said the words she knew she was wrong. This place-- whatever it was-- did have the feel of a home. It was cozy and welcoming to Amelia, as though they had been old friends. Her hand admittedly flew to her neck, where it clasped around a key, warm to her touch. Completely ignoring the bow tie man in front of her, who she was almost positive was thinking she was mental, Amelia examined the key. It was small and a brass color secure safely on a golden chain and it just seemed to radiate positive energy as she held it tightly. Amelia was only reminded once more that there was something much bigger going on around her and how remembering what she had forgotten was really important, even if she didn't know why.
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Post by THE ELEVENTH DOCTOR on Mar 19, 2011 7:05:57 GMT -5
You've told me who I amI AM YOURS [/sub]
The Doctor stared at the girl in front of him. She was so familiar that he swore he knew her, her face was so recognisable. He frowned as she started to babble "A bow tie, really?" she said with almost a smirk, he stared at her in confusion and finally realised that he was now wearing one. She soon continued to talk "And you hair! Oh god just look at your hair! Have you seen your hair?! And your wearing a bow tie! Am I gabbling? Yeah I am. Sorry, I tend to do that, well at least I think I do?" he raised his eyebrow at her huge gabble of words, it reminded him of what he did whenever he talked. He smiled as he realised that, to be honest, she reminded him of himself. The girl paused he wasn't a stranger to gabbling, even though at the moment she was almost a stranger to herself "And your question!" she said abruptly "Would you believe me if I said I don't remember? Of course you wouldn't, because even to me that sounds like a really stupid excuse, but actually I don't remember? How did you get in here? Do you live here or something? Doesn't seem very home-y-ish place to live to be honest" the Doctor looked around the TARDIS. It was his home, but now it just felt empty without her here, the warmth she brought had left when she did, yet he had always thought of the TARDIS, as big and little as it were, as the only true place he belonged.
The Doctor looked at the girl again "Well... Actually, I can't remember what happened either, and this is the TARDIS. I'm the Doctor, and I believe you... Though, I'm not sure how you could just get in here!" he scratched his head with his, what seemed to be, new hands. The girl in front of him was just staring at him, like he had done to her. He was still so confused, the past such a blur, and maybe this girl could help him find the answers.
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Post by scarletta on Mar 22, 2011 0:36:58 GMT -5
She studied him-- the Doctor-- he didn't feel normal. He just had an aura of strangeness. It wasn't bad, it was just... different. But who was Ameliato judge what was and wasn't different. She concidered herself lucky to know her name. However, there was something about the Doctor that made her stare at him. He looked so ordnairy, he was pretty good looking. His sense of fashion might be a bit off, but he was a pretty attractive bloke, if he was a bloke, she thought suddenly, because the more she stared at him, the more she noticed. His eyes drew her in. He was so young looking, yet his eyes-- his eyes were so old. It was such a strange thing to think, but Amelia just had a feeling and she stepped closer to him, hardly aware of her actions and not really realizing he was speaking to her.
He was so familiar to her. Young and old at the same time. The bow tie. It was in her head, she could feel it, yet she couldn't reach it. By the time she snapped back into reality, she was mere inches away from the Doctor. Amelia couldn't stop staring at him. He was unlike anyone she ever saw, which wasn't saying much because Amelia didn't remember if she had ever seen anyone else, but she knew him. He looked said, as well, she noted. Sad and deep in thought. "Who are you," she whispered. "Who are you really?"
There were so many questions. So many things she wanted to know or wanted to remember. Amelia felt dizzy, like she was falling through space, which she thought was an odd thing to say. Like how would one know what falling through space felt like. She realized she was still staring at the Doctor and felt herself redden a bit. "What kind of name is the Doctor?" Amelia asked to get her mind off things. "Because I don't think that is a real name." It wasn't. The amount of memory she had told her that is was a career not a name. "I know you," she tried again and then looked down when she realized that might have sounded a bit creepy. "You're so familiar to me. Like from a dream I had when I was little, but now it's all fuzzy. Do you know what I mean?" Of couse he didn't. She was just mental girl who found herself blushing.
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Post by THE ELEVENTH DOCTOR on Mar 22, 2011 5:08:47 GMT -5
You've told me who I amI AM YOURS [/sub]
The Doctor frowned as she whispered "Who are you?" her body was close to his, he could hear her every breath in his ears. He looked at the young Scottish girl "I'm the Doctor..." he paused and looked into her brown eyes "Can I just..." he put his hands on her head and closed his eyes. Her memories slowly flowed into his head, he needed to find the answer. All he could see was her name, Amelia Pond, and everything else was a blur. Her brain was like his, confused and muddled, and not even he could understand why.
Their chests were pressing against each other, unintentionally. He stared down at the girl, who he now knew as Amelia. He paused, a slight look of realisation pursed onto his face "Pond? Amelia Pond?" he paused and scratched his scruffy hair again "Your sure I haven't met you before? I've heard that before... I've heard that name before. I've met you, I know I have. Pond, Amelia, Pond! That name" he slid his hand up his face, his mind churning faster and faster.
He slid, quietly and subtly, forward. The two of them had no space in front of them, yet he didn't fell at all awkward. It was like they were close, or knew each other. And for some reason, he trusted her.
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