Susan Foreman:
Susan Foreman wasn't what one would call "social." On the contrary, she was quite content to live her life without anyone beside her, if only because she recognized that her mental state was decreasing rather rapidly. Her food had begun to take shapes, her Chinese waiter's face had melted, and there was a buzzing in her ear and, when she scratched at it, hornets stung her fingers. But there were no stingers in her fingers, because there were no hornets, and her waiter's face was perfectly normal except for the rather puzzled expression at her rather alarmed one, and her food was perfectly normal… at least, as far as Chinese went.
"Ma'am, we can call a cab for you…"
She looked up at him, blinking rapidly. His face was still slightly deformed, but it was returning to normal quickly. "No, I'm fine," she said, taking the last gulp of her drink. The carbonation burned at her throat, but it wasn't entirely unpleasant. "I've just a tough day," she answered, pushing the money towards the waiter. He took it from her cautiously, checking if it was real before putting it in the billfold. It was a lie about her day, but she lied about a lot of things.
"Are you sure you can make it out of here?" the waiter asked, and Susan heard a silent without getting run over outside our restaurant tagged at the end. He opened his mouth to say more, but Susan stared up at him, her dark blue eyes beginning to lighten. He swallowed back down the words and nodded, handing her the fortune cookie and getting the hell out of dodge.
Trembling fingers went towards the package and she cracked it open. She pulled the slip of paper from the confines of the disgusting shell.
"Your life will get more and more exciting."
"Gee, let me just contain my enthusiasm," she said darkly, leaving the fortune cookie on the table as she stumbled out of the restaurant. The ground kept shifting and moving and she was certain that the cracks in the sidewalks were leaking with blood. She covered her ears, unsure if the deafening loud sound was coming from the regular hustle and bustle of London, or if it was the voices again.
Except they weren't voices, they were memories. The screams, the Daleks, the Master's evil laugh, the Jinn screeching at her, and her life falling apart. She didn't mind so much that she was going crazy, but she wished she could do it without losing her mind. People were beginning to notice. It wasn't a bad attitude plaguing the woman; it was her overwhelming loss of sanity.
"Just shut up!" she snapped, pressing her hands over her ears as she hurried down the sidewalk to get away from the blood beginning to stain her feet. She broke out into a run, ignoring the people asking if she was okay, or the cars screeching to a halt and slamming on their horns, or anything. She finally came to a stop in the park and curled up next to a tree.
She shut her eyes tightly and her fingers closed over her ears, pulling several strands of hair out roughly. "Just shut up, just shut up,"
Raya:
Raya was wandering around in the form of a long haired brown-grey tabby cat. Mainly as quick, easy way for her to avoid the usual gangs out there. Also, a way to get a break from her detective, she may adore the man, but she really needed to get outside every so often.
She was stepping lightly around in the bushes, playing with a rather unlucky field mouse. Letting it go after she had her fun, and walked around the large park. Things always seemed so different when she was in another form than normal.
Suddenly Raya's ears perked, hearing the sound of a woman crying out. Her instincts instantly telling her to check out the noise.
Following the sound, she cautiously stepped out of the bushes. Staring at the curled up woman, before sitting down about four feet from the poor girl. Her tail swishing against the grass as it moves from side to side.
Susan Foreman:
The ground was shaking tremendously. Except it wasn't, and Susan knew that it couldn't be, or she'd hear a lot more screaming. She bit her knee to choke back a sob. She had never cared before that she wasn't exactly… all there, except she had but she could live, but now it was different. It was controlling her – the faces of her Asian waiters, the food on her plate flopping about and imitating worms, and… and she couldn't remember where she was. Somewhere with trees and the ground was a violent green and it was shaking.
Susan curled up tighter, digging her claws into the ground. What little food she had managed to shove down was threatening to come back. Just stop! Just go away! she thought frantically, looking up finally. A cat stared at her. "Just shut up," she snapped. The cat's face seemed to widen and spread, splitting apart and Susan could see its heart. Her eyes widened at the creature, terrified by what others would consider 'cute'. She looked back down. "Just go away. You can be happy now, I'm dying!"
Sure, maybe she was hallucinating a cat, and maybe she was suffering from a psychotic breakdown, and maybe she was going to die very soon. But that was all fine, because she couldn't regenerate. (Except she wasn't so sure now if it was a 'couldn't' or a 'wouldn't'). And she wished, oh how she wished that death had happened sooner. That she had died as soon as the Doctor left her. She wouldn't have worried about David and her son couldn't have died because she hadn't been born…
"My head," she snapped, pressing it against the dirt. "Maybe an elephant will come and step on it," Susan giggled.
Raya:
Raya laid down, rolling over to follow the girl's actions. Something was trouble this woman, but she wasn't sure what. What she did understand was that the girl was suicidal.
Raya decided it was her duty not to leave the poor woman alone. After all, she needed help, even if she didn't want it. She could at least stay with her until she got better.
Raya tried not to do anything that would possibly upset the girl further. But she did mew quietly, as if trying to tell her that it was going to be alright.
SusanForeman:
This hallucination was rather persistent. Normally once she slammed her head against something, her clarity was returned to her for a moment or two. She made sure not to hit herself where there would be noticeable bruises. The last thing she needed in the last few stages of her death was attention. So, she tried to be normal when she left her apartment. She checked the mail although she knew it was empty, she went out to eat although she hated food, and sometimes she went to Totter's Lane to stare blankly at where the TARDIS once was. It never worked.
Everyone knew something was strange about the dark-haired young woman who lived with herself. Her neighbors could hear screaming, dishes breaking, and things being thrown. At first they suspected she was being abused by a boyfriend or a husband, because they never thought she was being abused by herself. After the blank stares and the 'you should just leave him, honey' conversations, Susan told them very bluntly that her husband had been murdered some time ago. There were no more conversations but plenty more blank stares after it. She continued hiding under her bed and screaming as she felt time.
"Just leave me alone!" she repeated, glaring up at the cat. The cat meowed, having rolled over. Susan's lips twitched into a snarl and she leapt to her feet angrily. The world spun precariously beneath her, but she caught herself and took off in the general direction of her apartment. "Alone alone alone alone alone!" she snapped, stumbling over her own feet but she continued to hurry away from the stupid damnable cat.
Raya:
"Just leave me alone!" she repeated, glaring up at the cat. The cat meowed, having rolled over. Susan's lips twitched into a snarl and she leapt to her feet angrily. The world spun precariously beneath her, but she caught herself and took off in the general direction of her apartment. "Alone alone alone alone alone!" she snapped, stumbling over her own feet but she continued to hurry away from the stupid damnable cat.
Raya quickly scrambled to her stomach, her tail flicking back and forth. This lady needed help, and Raya would've been very happy to help out. Only if the lady hadn't started running off. Well more like tried to run off, she was stumbling over her own feet.
Now Raya was forced into a choice, she could follow the poor woman. And try to help her out while she was in cat form, or she could go home, and deal with a certain detective telling her off for the mall incident.
She went with the first option.
Carefully, she followed the woman, deciding to try a different kind of cat. Since she seemed afraid of her current version. Perhaps if she tried a Russian Blue, maybe that might be less frightening, to her.
Susan Foreman:
Susan's head was throbbing. The world was teetering around her, making her stumble and wobble as she tried to find the ground. Her chest tightened, her hearts sped, and she clutched at her chest, her breath coming out in gasps as she tried to hold off on death. She was dying. And it was about time, she figured, except now she wasn't so sure she wanted to die. She continued running away from the cat. It was a stubborn hallucination, she'd give it that much. No matter how many times she shut her eyes and screamed and covered her ears, it was still there.
She covered her mouth, muffling a sob as she looked behind her. The cat seemed to expand and changed, and she thought she saw it melting. She shut her eyes again, stumbling as a car nearly hit her. When Susan looked back again, the cat was a different one. Almost a blue, but it wasn't blue, not quite. "Stop!" she screamed, wheeling around and glaring at the cat. A power line above her snapped and shot out energy as it fell to the ground. She clenched her fists, fire hydrants bursting and the car alarms screeching.
"Stop following me!" Susan bared her teeth at the cat – a hallucination it had to be a hallucination it couldn't be real – and people were beginning to stare at her because they knew, they knew because they had been sent for her. The power lines on the ground leapt forward, and Susan likened it to a snake, the way the humans stepped back as it lunged towards the crowd, to the puddle. "Just stop it. Just stop it," she snapped as the line fell in the puddle, crackling hideously.
Susan turned on heels and ran in the general direction of her apartment. She nearly hit a few more cars – getting scraped in the back by one of the mirrors on one of them – but she continued on her teetering journey to 'safety'. But what was waiting for her there? If those people in the streets knew, if the cat knew, if the ground knew, if the air knew, if the sky knew, if she knew, if the waiter with the melting face knew, then who knew who else knew? Time knew.
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Her hands and knees scraped the pavement as she fell near an alley. She retched, the bile golden and black. Susan coughed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She pulled her knees tightly against her chest, her fingers digging at her scalp. "I never wanted to be like this," she whispered against her legs. "Shut up, Susan! I don't care what you want," she growled to herself, her shoulders twitching as her teeth dug into her knees.
"Arkytior," she whispered again. Her eyes flashed the pale blue-white again and she growled and bit her leg, pulling back harshly. A small chunk of her flesh came off between her teeth, her blood dripping from her mouth. "Shut up," she told herself, clawing her fingers down, leaving bright red trails of blood. The piece of her flesh fell from her mouth and she stared at it, disgusted.
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"I need help," she admitted hoarsely, ashamed.