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Post by Tony Tyler on Aug 27, 2010 8:59:10 GMT -7
"Sorry." he said softly, wishing that he knew how to get home himself "I'm looking for Rose... my sister, she might be here somewhere. She might know how to get back."
He shuffled his feet slightly, scuffing his trainer against the gravel before remembering that these were the only shoes that he had, and he really shouldn't be damaging them. But the fact that other people... well, other person... said that there was no way back...
If he'd been in his right mind, he might not have made that stupid deal. Was it better to be here, not knowing if the world was destroyed or if his parents were even alive? There was no danger, no fighting, but he felt useless.
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Post by Jake Simmonds on Aug 27, 2010 9:10:26 GMT -7
"I know who she is. Was there was she first came to our world, way before you were born. I was looking for her as well, thinking...well, she must have stayed with the Doctor, mustn't she? And...the Doctor's still here. Somewhere."
He shrugged, leaning against the wall, not caring about the grimy stone. It wasn't as if his clothes weren't already dirty. They were UNIT provided, clean enough to be considered healthy. Apparantly money wasn't spent extravagently on their visitors.
He glanced towards the end of the alley again, eyes slightly dull. "Bit of advice though: keep away from the soldiers with the caps. If they find out who you are or where your from they won't stop and think before grabbing you."
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Post by Tony Tyler on Aug 27, 2010 9:18:15 GMT -7
"Dunno. That's what I thought, but..."
He hesitated, not sure how much to say, because he already felt like making a deal with that thing was very stupid.
"...the thing that brought me here said he was taking me to her, where she was. So I figured she was on Earth, somewhere."
He glanced automatically in the direction Jake was looking, folding his arms across his chest.
"Who I am? Can they find that out? Do they have... some kind of other world sensor?"
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Post by Jake Simmonds on Aug 27, 2010 9:24:33 GMT -7
"I can't see her with UNIT though...she's probably with the Doctor. Officially here she died at the Battle of Canary Wharf along with your mum." He'd checked those records. He had been there, after all.
He turned his head, looking at him again, and shrugged, pushing himself off the wall, turning towards the entrance of the alley.
"Probably not. You're still a kid. But they found out who I was, so I'm guessing they have something like that."
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Post by Tony Tyler on Aug 27, 2010 9:29:38 GMT -7
"I don't know. I don't know when she came through. It would have been around this time, so maybe she hasn't found him yet."
He glanced around him warily. He hadn't expected anything like that. Danger from aliens, maybe, but not human soldiers. But surely they'd realise that he wasn't a threat.
"I'm not a kid!" he muttered, glancing up towards the top of the alley walls as though imaginary soldiers were lurking there "Hang on, so you're... some kind of prisoner?"
He'd said he wasn't working there willingly, and if they'd grabbed him for some reason... but Tony didn't understand why.
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Post by Jake Simmonds on Aug 27, 2010 9:38:59 GMT -7
"Maybe...but where else would she go? Where could she be found?"
That was an idea though, to find Rose. Find Rose, then find the Doctor, who could get him...them...whoever, home. He'd done it before. He could help.
He shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets. "Not officially." And he wasn't. His name wasn't in any of the prisoner files, Syd had checked for him. "I think the commander refers to me as a guest. I work for them, keep my head down, and in return they lay off the handcuffs and the cell and look into ways of getting me home. Apparantly."
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Post by Tony Tyler on Aug 27, 2010 10:01:02 GMT -7
"To find Mickey?" he said doubtfully.
From what he'd heard from his Mum, Rose had left Mickey behind just as much as she'd left their Mum. But if she was desperate and had nowhere else to go, it was a place to start. And he was desperate and had nowhere else to go, either.
"Still sounds like a prisoner. What are they doing that for? What've you done wrong?" he quizzed quickly, running one hand through his hair.
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Post by Jake Simmonds on Aug 27, 2010 10:14:05 GMT -7
Jake nodded slowly. "Yeah Mickey...And Rose. Rose could get the Doctor, who could help. He always has before."
He glanced back over his shoulder, unable to help himself check whether they were back. That might be difficult to explain, if they saw he'd wandered off. No matter that it wasn't far.
"Nothing. I did nothing. But... They just don't like aliens...and people not from this planet."
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Post by Tony Tyler on Aug 27, 2010 10:21:09 GMT -7
"Yeah." he said hopefully, forgetting for a moment that he didn't know where Mickey was either.
But he surely was at least registered somewhere. He must have a house or a... TV license. Council tax, whatever. Everybody had a paper trail. If he had access to a computer, he could find that out easily.
"But... you're not an alien. It's the same planet. Sort of. Just a different version." he frowned. "Shouldn't they be dealing with alien threats or something?"
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Post by Jake Simmonds on Aug 27, 2010 10:37:43 GMT -7
"Different enough for evolution to be different, meaning apparantly not as human as everyone else." Jake said quietly.
It hadn't been such a big deal when Rose, Mickey and Jackie had come to their world. But they hadn't spent who knows how long in a cell with your vital stats displayed on a monitor outside.
"This planets...odd. Something happened, something I wasn't paying attention to, but...well, it made them paranoid. Now every alien is a threat."
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Post by Tony Tyler on Aug 27, 2010 10:43:04 GMT -7
"Oh." Tony said, and paused "I don't think it's as bad for me then, right? 'Cause my Mum's from here and my Dad's from there."
Still, he wasn't going to run the risk of being caught. It was making going home an even more attractive prospect. But he didn't even know if he was going to have a home to go back to. That why he needed Rose, and the Doctor too if he could find him, because they knew how to deal with Daleks. Just now, talking about his parents, he was fighting with the idea still screaming in his mind that even if he found Rose, it was too late and they were dead, and there was nothing he could have done to protect them.
He turned away, abruptly, towards the bin.
"Then they're idiots." he said, rubbing his knuckles over his eyes.
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Post by Jake Simmonds on Aug 27, 2010 11:01:52 GMT -7
"Still...best to just stay away from them. No point risking yourself."
He looks at him, biting his bottom lip before turning his blue-eyed gaze upwards to look at the sky, watching the barely visable stars hidden beneath a layer of cloud. At least the stars were still there. He hadn't been stuck here for nothing, not if the daleks were gone.
"That they are," he said with a low chuckle, "Total idiots. The lot of them. Well...most of them, anyway." Syd wasn't an idiot after all.
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Post by Tony Tyler on Aug 27, 2010 11:05:48 GMT -7
"Yeah, wasn't gonna try it."
He reached up behind him, wrapping both hands around the edge of the open bin and hauling himself up to balance on the edge. Absently, he pulled a torn pack of Funsize Mars Bars out of the top and offered it to Jake.
"Want one?"
He wondered what time it was. He knew he should start wearing a watch, especially since he found it hard to be organised at the best of times. But that wasn't because he was disorganised... he just got distracted.
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Post by Jake Simmonds on Aug 27, 2010 11:16:27 GMT -7
"Mm?" Jake glanced at him absently at the question, having not exactly been paying the most attention for a moment, before his eyes fell on the bag.
He paused, licking his lips slightly. He hadn't had chocolate like that in ages. The bar he'd used with the Weevil had been a supermarket value one he'd been given on the journey. He didn't pause before long before darting a hand out, grabbing one bar quickly. He wasn't going to turn down free chocolate.
"Thanks.." he murmered, already unwrapping the small bar.
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Post by Tony Tyler on Aug 27, 2010 11:25:52 GMT -7
"Maybe I should set up a shop." Tony said with a small laugh, chucking the multipack back into the skip after grabbing himself one.
He opened it and took a bite, thinking about that idly, tapping the heel of his trainer against the plastic of the bin. It wasn't a real thought, but he liked coming up with stupid ideas. It distracted him from the memories of the war.
"I could sell snacks to school kids."
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