Bury Me Alive||Alu,Doctor and The Master||Closed

He looked down at her, almost a sense of warmth to his look as he did so. He saw so much of her in the bound girl before him. But nothing enough to dissuade him. He closed the door behind him and calmly walked towards her, hands in pocket casually, his eyes scanning over her.

“I’m afraid the answer is neither, Miss Rou. Sorry to disappoint. Comfortable?”

Comfortable? Did he really just ask that? “Who are you and ‘ow d’you know m’name” She asked, stepping away from him as she tried to get herself free despite him standing there. 

It wasn’t until he was so close that she realized why he smelled familiar. Timelord. He smelled similar to the Doctor, and more red flags went up. “W-what d’you want with me?” She asked, kicking herself for stuttering. A low growl came out as a warning. Readying her fangs if she needed to use them. 

He smirked at her aggressive response, not flinching in the slightest as he looked on, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever. “I’m an old colleague of your friend the Doctor - he’s quite fond of you isn’t he? And if he’s interested, I’m interested.”

He opened up into a broad, almost welcoming grin as he stepped closer, scanning over her beaming eyes and sharp fangs. To say he was interested was an understatement. The growl caused him to stop, and he eyed her carefully.

“Please, don’t growl. That’s just rude. I honestly wouldn't recommend offending me.”

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Bury Me Alive||Alu,Doctor and The Master||Closed

Cold. Alu felt cold and, restricted? Her whole body was sore and she felt as if she had been hit by a truck. A semi to be precise. She let out a groan as she rolled, finding herself being stopped by a wall. Her cheek touching then, more cold. A shiver ran down her spine, she could tell something was wrong. As she tried to open her eyes, she realized her hands were bound behind her and her ankles were bound together below her. 

Another groan and she sat up, sitting on her knees, she let her body adjust to her surroundings. Eyes glowing bright red as she was starting to get irritated. The smell was something familiar yet very strange. She couldn’t see much around her. It was seemingly just an empty room. Well, aside from her. She took a deep breath and rolled to get her hands in front of her. Fangs coming out to try and chew her way out of her bounds. It wasn’t until she started walking that she heard something or someone coming. Soon the door began to open and she growled low. 

“Either you’re here to let me out or you’re here to die” 

The Master paced anxiously back and forth, trying not to get ahead of himself yet struggling to resist storming into his homemade prison to gloat as much as he could. After everything the Doctor had done to him, after all that pain, this moment was guaranteed to be too sweet to rush and ruin. He listened to the heartbeat of his TARDIS, allowing it to calm him gently. It was the only thing that could. He wasn’t attached to this ship, not like the Doctor to his, but that heartbeat was something that every Time Lord could empathise with. Eventually, he stopped, took a deep breath, and pushed open the door to find his captive waiting.

He looked down at her, almost a sense of warmth to his look as he did so. He saw so much of her in the bound girl before him. But nothing enough to dissuade him. He closed the door behind him and calmly walked towards her, hands in pocket casually, his eyes scanning over her.

“I’m afraid the answer is neither, Miss Rou. Sorry to disappoint. Comfortable?”

Drunk sentence starters

“Let’s get another round over here!” “I’m cutting you off.” “You can’t cut me off!” “How much have you had to drink?” “Are you…drunk?” “I’m just a little tipsy. I’m fine.” “Please don’t throw up.” “Is that water or vodka?” “You planning on sharing that?” “Sit down, you can’t even walk.” “Put your glass down, we’re going home.” “You need to go to bed.” “I’m calling you a cab.” “How long have you been drinking like this?” “Do you want to talk about it?” “You’re going to have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.” “When did you start drinking today?” “Here, let’s get you to a cab.” “You’ve got school/work in the morning.”

Peggy crossed her arms, “I know manners, but why do you think you automatically deserve them?”

“Oh you know - the charm, the wit, my undeniable power...”

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“Please.. let me go..”  Amy’s voice was a bit louder this time.  “I’ve not done anything to you..”  She looked into his eyes, fighting against his fingers around his throat.

“Oh, that’s very inaccurate,” he muttered, almost calm as if nothing was happening. “You travel with him, and that’s more than enough for me.”

“I’m afraid you’ll have to speak up,” the Master muttered, his eyes cold as they glared down at her, his fingers pressing tightly. “Maybe I’m getting deaf in my old age.”

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