Doctor Who RP- 1x1 with LuckySmarts and lil28

[lil28]

She smiled, pocketing the money. "I will. Thank you." She left quietly, that sense of familarity passing over her again.

[tricks]

He watched her go with a sense of deja vu, like this had happened before. If we haven't met before, then am I going mad? He walked back to the living room, feeling confused.

[lil28]

Animine bumped into Jake, (village idiot, everybody knew but him.) "Hi Jake" she smiled.

[tricks]

Jake looked up in surprise and gave her a slightly drunken smile. "Hello."

I'm going to go walk again. Maybe it'll help me clear my head. John walked out through the back door, rubbing his forehead with his hand in distress.

[lil28]

"Jake, how long have you been in the pub today?" She asked.

[tricks]

Jake gave her a slightly indignant look. "And why should it be any of your buisness?" he retorted, swaying slightly on his feet.
John walked in the direction of the little shops. He hadn't yet emerged from the forest when he heard a rustle. What was that? He turned his head and felt hands on his shoulders. He yelped a little before he was gagged. He flailed as he was blindfolded-seriously, they couldn't at least let him see what was going on?- , his mind racing. I'm being kidnapped! AAAAAH! Why are they kidnapping me? Maybe to put me out of the running for mayor next year! Are they going to kill me?!

[lil28]

("Maybe to put me out of running for mayor next year" I died...XD XD))
Animine rolled her eyes. "Come on Jake. I think you've had enough for one day."

[tricks]

((thanks xD))

He sighed. "Fine, fine." He turned his head at a crashing noise in the forest. "What's that?"

John kicked and flailed as his arms were tied behind his back. For some reason, being kidnapped didn't seem like a new thing. Don't be stupid! You have to get away from these people!

[lil28]

Animine heard it too. Ooh, danger. That sounded like fun. Wait, fun?! "Jake. Stay here. Or go back to the pub." She said, before moving towards the sounds in the forest.

[tricks]

"Okay," he answered, stumbling back towards the pub.


"He's a fighter," one of the men grumbled, rubbing a bruise where he had been kicked upside the head. John tried to hop away, but was stopped after a few feet, being tackled. He rolled over with his attacker, kicking and flailing. I haven't had this much fun in years! Wait, what?