Hello, I'm the Doctor. And yes, it's just "the Doctor".
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Out of Character | Music | Livestream | Personal
Out of Character | Music | Livestream | Personal
With a long stride under the yellow tape, this detective stood proudly in front of a smaller group of people. They were in an awkward shape, like one of a body but slightly deformed due to the shape difference of everyone. The male’s hand move as he spoke, his words shifting in pitch and volume,”It’s obviously…” His phrase faded, pulling back up,”From the blood on the cheek and the multiple wounds here and here,” The male’s foot moved to indicate where he was speaking. Between the space of his leg moving and the woman next to him, a blooded body of a young adult could be seen sprawled in the most god awful position. The woman next to him moved, her hands on her hips,”And how do you know?” she asked. “I’m Sherlock Holmes, that’s how. Clean this up, Sally, we’ve finished the case. Boring one.” Sherlock spun on his heels and headed back to the street but stopped when the tape blocked his way,”Having fun watching from a distance?” He asked, turning towards the doctor.
The Doctor watched the man carefully as he examined the crime scene, his eyes intent on the gruesome scene before him. It didn’t take him long to determine what had happened, and the Doctor had to admit, it was quite elegant. He was slightly startled when the man addressed him, looking behind him for a moment even.
“Oh, me? Ummm, well, fun isn’t quite the word I would use to describe looking in on a crime scene…”
(Source: itsjustthedoctor)
And while the Doctor was trying to maneuver his giant hunk of blue wood off the road, Dean slipped back into the Impala and gently rolled her onto the grass before completely cutting off the engine. Well—he had to admit, this was definitely a better distraction that he could have hoped for, even though it seemed as though the Time Lord had deliberately searched him out rather than plopping his two-hearted ass down in the middle of nowhere in the United States of all places.
“Dude—” he called out, an incredulous laugh leaving him as the situation finally sank in. The Doctor. The fuckin’ Doctor in Nebraska. “What the fuck are you doing out here, man?” he asked, sweeping an arm out to gesture at the emptiness around them.
“Well, not sure really…” he said with a shrug, squinting his eyes and looking at the sky. Not that there was much to see; it was a moonless night, and there was quite a bit of cloud cover, making spotting constellations near impossible. Just the random bright star would shine through the breaks in the clouds. “TARDIS dumped me here, for whatever reason…” He sniffed, and turned his attention back to the hunter in front of him, a smile on his face. “Hello, Dean,” he said softly.
{ I laughed louder than I should have at this. It’s not particularly funny; I just have a strange sense of humour. }
(Source: rghjs)
Another Doctor Who commissioned piece, this time of Ten. I did this over Livestream awhile back and never posted it!
