1×1 Iwillneverchange & ambereyes {★} Doctor Who RP

[ambereyes]

{★} a b o u t
So, my character, Mercy Temperance, an orphan, becomes the 10th Doctor's companion. I'm up to season 5 of DW, so I would prefer for the other rper to play 10 instead of 11. Also, I'm using lowercase for style.

{★} p l o t

Mercy Temperance is a theif. She's an orphan who steals for a living, because she fears being in an orphanage. The Doctor offers to bring her along on his travels in time and space, and we go from there. I'm not planning to have it be all romantic, but Mercy will develop a crush on The Doctor. It's up to the other rper if The Doctor will like her back.

{★} m e r c y's b i o
name: mercy temperance
age: 19
appearance: mercy has dark brown hair, almost black, and has sapphire blue eyes. she is average height and rather skinny.
personality: mercy is clever, and has acquired thick skin over the years. often times, she puts her survival first, and has lost a number of emotions. however, she is compassionate to young children, and is loyal to anyone is her friend.
likes: getting food, surviving, traveling with the Doctor
dislikes: crying children, sunshine, getting caught
history: mercy was orphaned at a young age. she adapted quickly, though, and is a seasoned theif by the time The Doctor meets her.

Just jump in! PM me with any questions.

[ambereyes]

Mercy panted heavily as she dashed through the streets of London. A policeman on a horse trotted behind her, yelling "Halt, thief!" She winced as a stone cut her bare feet, but continued to run. Mercy couldn't get caught. Quickly, she ducked in an alleyway crevice, trying to quiet her breathing. A chilled hand, her own, gripped the loaf of bread under her tattered clothing. The bread was fresh, and the warmth of it felt strange. Mercy crept to the small shack, the orphan's house. She lit her candle stub with a match, and set the bread on her makeshift table. "Happy birthday, Mercy. Merry Christmas." Mercy, the snow child. Born of the snow.

[Iwillneverchange]

The Doctor had just finished saving the world-again-and his head was swimming with thoughts. He could hear in the distance some shouting and people talking, but paid no mind-he was supposed to be getting back to the TARDIS, he had places to go, things to see, just like always-and he was trying to move on from recently pressing events, so he couldn't spend time in one place. However, the shouting of someone who appeared to have been stolen from drew his attention. A policeman on a horse seemed to have halted as he shouted, red-faced, at a retreating form. He asked the man what was wrong, and after a few questions, understood that a girl had stolen a loaf of bread and run off. He thanked the man and told him that he would recover the stolen food.

The Doctor walked cautiously towards the seemingly empty house. Opening the door carefully, he called out. "Hello?" Receiving no reply at first, he wandered a bit further into the house, seeing a room with a lit candle and a girl-she couldn't have been older than perhaps 20, he thought- sitting at a makeshift table with a loaf of bread. This had to be her. Slowly, he approached the girl, holding out his hand.
"Hello? I'm the Doctor. I don't think that belongs to you...in which case, I'd like you to give it back to whomever you stole it from. I can get you some food in return, I promise." He wasn't sure if he could handle another human being right now, not after finding and losing his friends again and all the chaos in his head and hearts, but at very least he could get the seemingly starving girl some food and the man back his bread.

(hehe, long first post, that might happen a lot)

[ambereyes]

Mercy gasped, falling off her 'chair.' She backed away from the Doctor. Mercy's eyes were cold but curious as she gazed at the Doctor. Mercy hesitated before she rose to her feet, clutching the loaf of bread. Mercy looked into the Doctor's eyes. "The Doctor...what a peculiar name...is that some codename or something? You work with the police, don't you?" Mercy's eyes watered at the thought of what was to come. They were probably going to grab her and stuff her in an orphanage, or maybe even prison, now that she was officially nineteen years old, and probably considered an adult. She wiped her eyes with her sleeve. "Doctor, I stole this bread from the baker. He's got loads of money, and I've had to raise my penniless self. I've struggled for so long. This is the first semi-proper meal I've found in weeks. And giving it back is the hardest thing I'll ever have to do." Mercy sighed and trudged through the snow and back to the bakery to return the stolen bread.

(Okay! I'm not very advanced, but I'll try my best to keep up with you.)

[Iwillneverchange]

The Doctor watched and listened as Mercy spoke, wondering why she was so worked up-then he realized. Penniless, and she was alone...the girl, whoever she was, must have been an orphan. He dashed after her, catching up quickly, as he had a fair amount of running practice from his travels, and stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. "Hey...listen," he said, trying to stop her from running off again. "Listen. I have a feeling you're alone, right? I am too. And I can help you, I swear. Just listen to me. I need you to give that back, but I promise i can help. I can get you proper food, I can find someplace for you to stay where you won't have to steal. Just please, listen..." His words trailed off as he waited for an answer-or for her to run off again. Everyone always seemed to run off-but at least he could help. It was what he deserved, probably-all his running had to have a price.

(I just finished Doctor Who and now I don't know what to do with all my time. I have time for life now-oh wait, no I don't, I have other shows to watch...But sad posts will come and they will be sad.)

[ambereyes]

(Brace yourself. The sad posts are coming.)

Mercy looked at the Doctor. "Where I don't have to steal..." she repeated his words softly, thinking hard at the same time. The orphan backed away, her numb feet stumbling over loose stones. "I know what you're doing, Doctor. You're planning on sending me to some orphanage or prison or something, aren't you? Make friends with the orphan thief and then arrest her, right? You know what, Doctor? For all of my nineteen years, I have only had one friend. And he...he went away. He left me behind. He was in my arms when he left me...." Mercy was trying to get the Doctor on her side. After all, if she could make him believe she wasn't a criminal, he would let her go. If he saw she stole to survive, he would leave her be. At least, she hoped so. Mercy's voice grew hot with anger and sorrow. "He left me! And he said he would never leave! But they all leave, Doctor. They promise-they sware, even, that they will never leave, but they all lie. And now you should leave. Please, just leave. I'm not important. And I sware I'll never steal, even if it means I'll starve. Just please, listen, I'm not important."

[Iwillneverchange]

"..." The Doctor listened in silence. He knew what she was trying to do, it was a simple human trick-self preservation of a sort, and he wouldn't fall for it. "Listen, if I wanted you somewhere like that you'd already be there. I guarantee through my times of running I'd catch you faster than you could run thirty feet." He let his voice lower. "I know. I know what that's like. They all leave. Every single time. Everyone leaves. Everyone dies, and everyone has to leave. And I'm still here. I'm always here. That's my punishment for all I've done. I'm still here. I should have died then...that horrible day..." The Doctor's eyes darkened as he thought back to the horrors of the Time War, the children screaming, their mothers and fathers crying as their children were lost to the Daleks, families ripped apart...and by his blood-soaked hands. He knew...he knew what that was, that pain, that loneliness, but how could he tell a human girl that?

But the idea that she thought she wasn't important pushed him over the edge.
"You are important. Don't ever say you're not. You know something?" He stopped, wondering if this was safe, but he might as well say it.
"I've been alive for centuries. I've destroyed my own race, lost everyone I loved over and over. They didn't have a lifespan like mine. Some left me, some got left behind, and some...some died. In my arms. My family, my friends, my children, the people I loved more than anything...they all leave. But in over 900 years, I've never once met someone who wasn't important. Everyone does something great." A few tears trailed out of the Time Lord's eyes as he spoke. He shouldn't be saying this, shouldn't be so emotional over everything, but he couldn't help it. Somehow the words just fell out of his mouth as if this girl was a walking truth filter.

(And the sad posts will take over everyone and make us all sad.)

[ambereyes]

"...Doctor, I-I'm so sorry, I-You're crying," she said, softly. Mercy now knew that the Doctor meant what he said. He was a stranger, but told her so much. He wasn't going to hurt her. There weren't many people Mercy trusted since... well, since her partner in crime, Ezra, died. But the Doctor was different. Unique. He was very...strange, but she couldn't put her finger on it. "Wait, 900 years? That's impossible..." But why would the Doctor joke or lie about losing loved ones? The girl's voice lowered to a whisper. "You're...What are you? A...god or something? Or...no, you're an alien, aren't you? An alien! A real-life alien!" Her voice was still lowered, but a bit louder, out of excitement. Of course, anyone would be excited if they just met an alien. A real, extraterrestrial, that is, not some illegal immigrant or a liar. "Well, you certainly don't look 900...And why don't you look alien, with green skin and long fingers and...you look so...human..." Suddenly, she remembered the loaf of bread. "Oh, right! I've got to return this..." Suddenly, the police man who had been chasing her appeared. "Aha!" He exclaimed. "Now I've got you!" Mercy looked at the police man, shocked. "No, sir, I was just about to return this, I-" Clearly, this didn't satisfy the police man. "Nope, I'm not letting you leave again. You're going into jail, if I can help it." Mercy looked at the Doctor. "Doctor, please," she pleaded as the police man dismounted his steed. "Now," said the police man to the Doctor, "I'm going to have to ask you to step away from the girl, sir. She's a thief."

[(\O○O/) Btw, that was amazing! That was really, really impressive. I'm really glad that you're playing the Doctor. That post...was so beautiful...hnng...sad posts are sad, indeed.]

[Iwillneverchange]

The Doctor opened his mouth to reply to the girl's speculations, but the police man pulled up at just such an inconvenient time. He barely had time to think before the man dismounted his horse and stepped towards Mercy. But before he could, the Doctor stuck an arm out in front of her.
"Sir, I'm going to have to ask YOU to leave this girl alone." He looked at Mercy for a moment, thinking of something to say, before a spark hit him. "See, I am her 'partner in crime' you might say. I suppose you've caught us both," he said, forcing a mixture of an irritated and devastated look onto his usually cheerful face, the tear stains from a few moments ago serving as props for his new act. Putting his -limited, he wasn't too great even after centuries of practice- telepathic abilities to use, he sent a mental message to Mercy.
I have a plan. He thought to her, trying not to make it obvious that he was doing anything suspicious. I can get us out of the jail more easily than I can get us out of this situation. I'll explain when we're there and I have some time alone, okay? I promise. The Doctor wouldn't say that he was worried about this situation, but he was a bit hesitant to spill the rest of his deepest-kept secrets to a thief he'd met no more than ten minutes ago. Somehow, though, the Time Lord felt like he could trust the human girl, and he had to get her to trust him if they both wanted to get out of this situation-and perhaps...just perhaps, she would come with him...and he would have someone else with him in his travels through the stars-at least for a few more years. Nothing lasted, but he would keep going, he'd always keep going, he would help people, save planets, save galaxies even, fight his enemies, find new friends, and lose them again. An endless cycle, it seemed, but he'd do what he could to make it bearable.

Sometimes, though...
Maybe a Time Lord lives too long...

[ambereyes]

Mercy said nothing, but gave a quick nod, trying not to make it look suspicious. "Ezra, don't. Don't play hero or something." She played her part rather well, after all, she had lots of practice. Mercy looked at the policeman, her eyes cold and serious. "Well, I suppose there's no use in running." Mercy shrugged and held her hand out. " 'Cuff me, copper." Mercy winced as the policeman grabbed her hands and proceeded to fasten the horseshoe-like handcuff to her wrists behind her back. The policeman rather roughly grabbed her arm as he turned to 'Ezra'. "Okay, show me your hands." The policeman, who was rather stout, gripped Mercy's arm tightly with his puffy hand, much to Mercy's discomfort. The girl was examining the ground for some type of metal or something to help her escape the cuffs. The cold metal bit into her wrists, which made it exceedingly difficult to focus, especially with the thoughts already running through the young girl's head. These thoughts included 'This policeman's fat,' 'Can I do that mind thing?' and 'Why on Earth did I let some stranger convince me into getting arrested?' Well, at least it was exciting. An adventure. Mercy hadn't had an adventure for so long, not since the real Ezra died. Ezra was, of course, the boy she had told the Doctor about. Ezra...the thought of him, or even just the thought of his name, for that matter, painted a blush on her face and cast a smile on her lips, even though it had been years since he died. Six years? Seven? She didn't remember, but that didn't matter. He wasn't with her, but he was in a better place than being with her. Even though it pained Mercy to admit it, it was the truth. Her eyes caught the glitter of metal, and her attention went back to her current situation. The policeman was busy with the Doctor, and Mercy was free to grab the metal piece from the ground. She slipped it in her tattered cloak, and secured it there. She now turned her attention to the Doctor and the policeman, with Ezra still in the back of her mind. Rest in peace, Ezra, she thought.