Info and Part 1
Name: Vespera
Age: … Well… the important part is that she looks 17
Height: 5'9"
Looks: Shoulder-blade length, straight blond hair. Bangs over her left eye to her cheek bones. Grey blue eyes. Pale skin.
Personality: An attitude the size of Russia. Determination that knows no bounds. Doesn't ever ask anyone for help or permission. Absolutely hates being helpless or speechless.
History: … You'll find out ;)
And now we begin…
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Typical.
Of course he would land Cardiff to repair the TARDIS and recharge the battery.
He was becoming so predictable that it wasn't even fun anymore.
No matter. The real fun was just about to begin.
The commotion at the museum was going perfectly fine. It should keep him preoccupied just long enough for me to make my move.
Once he and his companions (the slutty Scott and her Neanderthal husband) had gotten far enough away, I revved the engine and took off on my motorcycle.
Just to mess with their heads, I decided to pass the. Well, I supposed if I'm honest, I nearly ran over them.
Just as the slutty Scot was starting to cross the street I sped through the red light and hurtled towards her. The two males pulled her back onto the sidewalk while the Neanderthal yelled at me to slow down.
The Doctor didn't say a word, as was his way.
But, the weird part was, as I passed them, my eyes met with the Doctors for brief moment.
Those eyes.
They say that the fury in those eyes have struck fear into the hearts of creatures across every single galaxy in the entire universe.
I couldn't see what everyone was so afraid of; nothing in his eyes made this idiot in a bow tie seem dangerous.
I skidded to stop right in front of his defective TARDIS, stuck in the form of 1960's English Police Call Box.
I slipped my black helmet off, flipping and shaking my hair out before smirking at the time machine.
Still mounted on the bike, I slipped my Sonic Spray Can out and pressed the button, scanning the machine from top to bottom.
Once I heard a beep, I got off the bike and dropped the Sonic Spray Can into a cup holder that slipped out of my bike.
Once the Sonic Spray Can beeped again, the motorcycle grew, shifting in and out and changing color until it looked exactly like the Police Call Box
Long story short, my motorcycle was actually my TARDIS. And I had camouflaged it to look just like the idiot's. Everything was perfectly copied; not just appearance, but all the sounds and smells.
I smirked, proud of my work before turning on my boot-clad heel and kicked open the door to the original Police Box. I closed and locked the doors behind me and took in the sites.
"Not an interior designer, is he?"
I marched up to the control panel, typed in the proper coordinates and pulled the starting leaver down.
Instantly, the machine jerked around, sending me sprawling to the glass floor. As the box groaned deeply, I struggled to get back to the panel. Once I was close enough, I slammed my hand down on a bright blue button, which I was hoping was the stabilizer.
Thank Gallifrey I was right. The ride got much smoother and quieter.
"This madman doesn't even know how to fly his own machine."
I flipped the breaks off and started fixing some other flaws until the ride was perfect.
Finally, I landed.
I stepped out of the telephone booth and found myself in the store room of my favorite galactic bar; Okara Johoes.
I stepped out of the store room and walked up to the mane bar, where Johoes, an Ood, was waiting for me.
We both leaned over the bar and I whispered into his ear, "You know what to do; don't let anyone disturb me and let Bow Tie man find me."
He nodded in agreement and I walked off to my private room in the back.
I locked the door behind me and walked up to a steel machine, kinda like a galactic vending machine. I ordered my favorite drink; An Okara Cocktail (Cream Soda with Okara Orange Cherry Juice, topped with a sweet olive from Hadda) Once I had my drink, I gave a small metal box a good kick and rock music started playing. I pulled a tall chair up to my private bar and rested my leather-boot-clad feet on top of the metal table.
"And now, I wait…"
…
I heard the lock on the door jiggling.
I was surprised. It had only been an hour since I left the madman.
'Oh, well. Fewer hours of boredom.'
I heard Johoes walk in, joined by three other pairs of feet. Then, Johoes walked back out and locked the door, without saying a word.
I took a sip of my third drink before picking up a fresh Granny Smith Apple and tossing it slightly behind me. I slipped my feet off the bar and spun around in my chair to face my guests. I stretched my hand out and caught my apple. I smirked at the Doctor before saying my first words to him.
"Buongiorno, Il Dottore."