Amy Pond Independent RP.
“Actually, yes, it was meant to impress.” The Saviour grinned cheekily. She accepted the cookies with a surprised thank you, putting them in her pocket. ”Well, it’s not every day you see smoke coming from a house,” she replied to the second question. “Your name isn;t all that bad. I like it, kind of.”
“Yeah, Amy isn’t so bad. But Amelia is a bit too fairy tale.” She said, revealing her actual name. “I take it Saviour is just a nickname?” She asked. “Well.. it isn’t every day that I cook sweets either.”
“I guess I could. Or you could. Hello Pond. How have you been?”
“You’re the one that usually makes things interesting. I’m great, how are you?” Amy asked smiling.
Out for a bit.
The Doctor held her close, burying his face on her neck. “Haven’t seen her, either.” He pushes her away for a bit, so he could look at her. “You know how things are with us, weird timelines and all that.” He gently rubs her shoulders trying to comfort his friend. “I’m sure she is fine.”
Timelines, Rory, paradoxes, angels, Melody, Doctor. Amy’s thoughts were racing. “Isn’t this all wrong though? What are we going to do?” She asked emphasizing we. She wasn’t supposed to be seeing him again, yet here they were. She tried to keep her composure. “What about the-” Amy stopped speaking, locking eyes on something behind the Doctor. “Angels.” She finished, not moving her eyes. She took a step backwards. They always found her, always chasing her.
Amy kept staring behind him, trying not to panic further. “Doctor, if I told you not to turn around, would you listen?” She asked, already guessing what his answer would be. Their was an angel behind him. One hand was still covering its eye, the other arm was stretched out, with its finger curled upwards. If the angel was moving, it would be bekoning Amy to come closer.
Monday’s are boring. I think I’ll stay away from them in the future.
“Mondays don’t always have to be boring. You could make them interesting, you know.”
Laptop is broken. Again.
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amy pond in “a good man goes to war”
The Doctor looked at Amy before pulling out his sonic screwdriver, “Yes yes lovely. But you’re not paying any attention Amy. Look around. What’s missing? THE PEOPLE. Where are they?” He stopped flailing the sonic around and directed to the pile of be equipment and then to the sky, water, sand.
The sound of gears turning in his head was practically echoing across the beach as he hunted for a clue to this mystery. He was so wrapped up in it that he didn’t notice the couple stumbling out of the jungle-like trees laughing and fixing their floral print T-shirts.
Amy watched as the Doctor moved about his arms, pointing the sonic scredriver in each direction. “Maybe it’s just not a beach day?” Though distracted by the scenery, she did find it strange that the beach was vacant, but she just assumed the others could be occupying their time elsewhere. But their was no sight or sound of others anywhere. Almost.
Amy glanced in the direction of the trees when she heard the sound of moving leaves and laughter. The couple walking out of trees were loud compared to the silence, so she was surprised the Doctor didn’t notice. “Well, we aren’t alone. There’s some people.” Amy said, gesturing her head in the direction of the couple. She watched as they fixed their floral shirts and continued to laugh.
