11 Faces so Far
I am the Doctor though I bear many names. You might know one of me, you might know all of me. (/RP blog for the Doctor of Doctor Who. All 11 Doctor are here and willing to play.\)
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Photo reblogged from doctorum manes ; dark
The Doctors are in
Holy shit, please tell me this isn’t a shop. *A*
ono unfortunately, it is.
Three Doctors? I can’t even tell you what I’m thinking right now.
(Source: savedher)
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(\ So I’ve been told about this invention called the bed. Question is do I want to use it? Nope, but I have to. \)
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Post reblogged from Definitely a Madwoman with a Box
The nurse lead the latest visitor to the Doctor’s room, not knowing why anyone would want to visit the woman. “We’ve marked her down as schizophrenic, suicidal, and suffering from both post traumatic stress disorder and multiple personality disorder. We don’t know if she is willing to hurt others, despite the few times she has lashed out at another nurse or doctor.”
The Time Lady lifted her head from where she had it resting on her knees, bloodshot eyes aimed at the door as the nurse opened it. She looked back down before she could see her visitor, instead looking at her giraffe plushie.
“Thank you, ma’am, but I think I’ll be fine,” The Doctor says, politely excusing the nurse. Even if she was interested in killing him it would hardly keep him dead. “We sort of know each other, you could almost say we’re family. Not by blood though.” The nurse gave him a suspicious eye and left. She did not go far, choosing to watch from just outside the door.
The Doctor approached his older female self, “Doctor?” He queried softly.
“Someone killed them, Doctor…” she murmured, plucking at a loose string on her bed spread. “Killed River and the others… And they told me how they died… How they killed them… All of our friends, and my wife… Gone…” The Doctor glanced at her still unopened bottle of pills. She would never touch them.
“It’s Johann now,” The Doctor said softly, “The Doctor in me is long dead, plus my identification says Johann Smidt.” It is not the name he is here for though, that is not why he is once again breaking so many laws of the universe. “Doctor, yes, they’re gone now. Murdered even,” He moves closer to her, wanting to offer himself as a punching bag. He does not want her to hurt but he cannot magically make everything better. “and we’re alone again. No surprise there, but it’s the price we pay for companionship-knowing that we’ll always end up alone. I wish I could fix everything, give you them all back…”
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Post reblogged from Definitely a Madwoman with a Box
The nurse lead the latest visitor to the Doctor’s room, not knowing why anyone would want to visit the woman. “We’ve marked her down as schizophrenic, suicidal, and suffering from both post traumatic stress disorder and multiple personality disorder. We don’t know if she is willing to hurt others, despite the few times she has lashed out at another nurse or doctor.”
The Time Lady lifted her head from where she had it resting on her knees, bloodshot eyes aimed at the door as the nurse opened it. She looked back down before she could see her visitor, instead looking at her giraffe plushie.
“Thank you, ma’am, but I think I’ll be fine,” The Doctor says, politely excusing the nurse. Even if she was interested in killing him it would hardly keep him dead. “We sort of know each other, you could almost say we’re family. Not by blood though.” The nurse gave him a suspicious eye and left. She did not go far, choosing to watch from just outside the door.
The Doctor approached his older female self, “Doctor?” He queried softly.
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Post reblogged from The Institute For Gifted Youngsters
The Doctor groaned at the sudden feeling of another psychic being. “Hello? ” He tenatively asked, sending the thought question out only a little. If they were friendly and open to responce they would get it, if they were not the Doctor could always run.
Charles jerks back slightly as a thought comes into his head—it’s not one he’s picking up, feels sharper around the edges. Someone is speaking to him.
«Yes?»
His fingers unconsciously drift to his temple.
The Doctor almost jumps in shock at the reply, he had expected it to be maybe feed back from the TARDIS, another Doctor, or a hostile alien life form. “Are you human?” He shoots back almost immediatly before realizing how that sounded. “Sorry, I’m just surprised that there is another psychic alive.”
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Photo reblogged from Definitely a Madwoman with a Box
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The Doctor groaned at the sudden feeling of another psychic being. “Hello? ” He tenatively asked, sending the thought question out only a little. If they were friendly and open to responce they would get it, if they were not the Doctor could always run.
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Post reblogged from Chemistry was my strong suit
“Oh,” The Doctor said simply, “Could’ve sworn you where Amy…but that mind, it’s all wrong. So who are you?”
“Oi! What are you on about Doctor?” She lifted a brow, “I am Amy! Who else would I be? And what’s wrong with my mind?”
“You’re Amy?” The Doctor asked, adopting a confused look. “And your mind, it feels old and alive, I suppose would be the best way to put it. You see, human minds don’t do much. I can sense them, of course, but now it’s almost screaming at me.”
“Screaming? Well, I’m sorry?” She shook her head laughing, “I am Amy. Amelia Jessica Pond.”
The Doctor shook his head trying to convince himself that this was actually Amy. “Oh, Jessica is you’re middle name?” He latched on to the most useless part of the information provided in hopes that it might lead to why something seemed off.
“Yes…Doctor, you’re acting off silly boy.”
The Doctor laughed, “Well, when am I not a silly boy? This regeneration is particularly found of games and childish pursuits.”
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Post reblogged from Definitely a Madwoman with a Box
“I can’t even get mine to forgive me. Honestly, I think I’m still bruised in some places from where I was hit by Amy. You are lucky though. Even though the Ponds you know don’t remember, at least they don’t hate you…” She laughed dryly, not knowing why her mouth was still moving. The woman hated herself so much right now, for everything she had ever done, starting with stealing the Old Girl. “I have to visit alternate versions and have adventures with them! That way I’m not hit again.”
“I’ve run into so many Amys and it’s so akward.” The Doctor looked down at his feet, “Especially that one that where Rory and Amy weren’t together. I felt like I was intruding and I really could not stay. They’re all so beautiful and wonderful and I really shouldn’t spoil their lives.” The Doctor sighed, “Yeah, guess I’m lucky.”
The woman nodded briefly, looking down. “Those wonderful Ponds… They’re still together in my reality. I made sure of it, in my own way. I still try to visit, despite the slaps I get…”
“Maybe things will get better,” The Doctor says, “because ‘Time heals all wounds’ or at least, it’s supposed to. Even if it has to make ‘em worse before everything snaps back together.”
She laughed a bit. “Yeah, you’re right. I’ll make up with those two some day. And be able to tell them that their daughter died and I revived her practically moments later…”
“Might want to wait awhile before telling them that their daughter died,” The Doctor pointed out, “I really don’t think they’d take it well if you simply told them she died but ‘oh, it’s okay because I revived her’ parents generally don’t like it when people do that.”
