One bored Darren

Darren was bored, he was tired from simply killing people, especially criminals. They gave nothing to give him the thrill of the chase, he wasn't really getting the attention. Maybe that was what he needed…attention.

He had quickly realized that he was not going to get that much attention by taking away some of the worst criminals, he had to do MORE.

Darren gave a quick glance at his clothes and then to the box of explosives that he had shipped in recently. The suit was still lying there but he decided that he didn't suit a suit and quickly gave it up.

Phone…well, he didn't have any friends…what did ordinary people do anyway to pass time? He started at the box but flopped on to the bed, utterly bored.

He left his front door wide open, hoping someone would be interested and walk in. He could invite them for a cup of tea, Darren was really that bored.

"Please someone, I just need entertainment."

That was when it sprung to him, he could play a mental tug of war, words were interesting…maybe they could recognize him or maybe they could not as no one really knew who he was. An alien sacrifice could be the theme? Nah, too cliche...

Alone.
Alone.
Alone....
....alone....

The words echoed through the Doctor's mind as he stared into the vast blankness of his tea cup. A gift from the Maharaja of India. Splendid chap. But never alone.

His gaze scanned the TARDIS interior. Victoria had left some of her clothes behind, as she usually did. White gowns, small hats, necklaces she picked up during their visit to Tibet. They now sat in a corner of the console room, piled up and collecting dust. He let out a small sigh. "At least I hope Jamie enjoys himself.

After they had dropped off Victoria, Jamie had been depressed. He and Victoria seemed to get along quite well, and he knew all too well there was nothing like having a female companion in the TARDIS. Upon passing mention, the Doctor decided to create a Scottish pub in the far reaches of the TARDIS, where he had planned on meeting up with Jamie later. But he just didn't feel it now.

His gaze continued across the panels to a blinking light. A small bulb flashing periodically and rhythmically. Hmm... He never thought anything of it. That was until his eyes flashed across the monitor. They had landed.

LANDED?! When did they land? Where did they land? Why did they land? The Doctor's mind was racing. He flicked the door switch and stormed out the doors to take a look. Upon arrival, he found himself in front of another open door. A door leading into a household? Perhaps it was an office building? There really was no way to tell...

With insatiable curiosity, the Doctor went outside, locked the doors behind him, and entered the building. Walking around the building, he found rooms of various uses. Studies, libraries, offices, bathrooms, bedrooms, etc. Walking further down the hallways, he peered into a room that appeared occupied by a man lying on the bed looking....utterly....bored.

"Oh! Pardon me. I didn't mean to intrude, I was looking for...ahem...the exit."

((Hey Dak, get your character first and then reply. Mod's don't like it when you post first. Just a friendly reminder and we don't usually RP this way. Well, I don't.))

Darren jumped up at the sudden arrival of the man. A maniac grin spread across his face, one thing he noticed was that the man was rather old, which dampened the excitement he had planned. The old man would be no fun…He walked towards the man, trying to show some importance.

"Exit? There is no time for exiting, only entering. Welcome to my humble abode…have a seat and don't get killed from boredom." He smirked, gesturing to the only chair he had in the house. "What is your name, old man?"

Darren wandered around the room, gathering his thoughts and the best plan of attack. The old man had no obvious pressure points, although the man showed signs of sprightliness within him.

"Tea or coffee?"

The Doctor entered the room, carefully watching the stranger that had briskly whisked him into the chair. "Only entrances? How friendly. I'm the Doctor. *hem* And you are?"

As he sat, he heard a small crunch. He gave a small grimmace, and pulled out what was left of a tea biscuit. He set the crumbs on the table, sweeping off his hands with his pocket handkerchief. Killed from boredom? How peculiar..... "I try to keep myself from boredom as much as possible you know, as far away from that as possible."

"Tea if you don't mind. And perhaps another biscuit if you've got one." Observing the room, nothing seemed out of place. It looked well lived in. A suit hung lazily in the corner. The windows were exposed, but hung remnants of what were supposed to be curtains. The place seemed very comfortable, but something didn't seem right. Something about the room called out "alien".....

"Darren Hughes." He stuck out his hand for a handshake.

The man was already entertaining him, whether he liked it or not. Darren sat himself down opposite, thinking of what the old man could be doing here. He wasn't afraid, meant that Darren needed to try harder.

He got back up to make the tea, humming to himself. He wasn't at all sure to what tune he was humming, but it sounded alright. So he continued.

"Here, catch." He threw a biscuit in the general direction of this 'Doctor' man. "Medical? Or is that a title, hiding who you really are…because I understand…"

Darren pulled out a draw, three knives glinted. He had to prevent himself from killing the man, not here anyway. It would make a dreadful mess. Not something he really wanted the media to remember him by…

Old man slaughtered by Darren Hughes.

Darren shook his head, clearing the train of thought. He brought over the cup of tea and placed it besides the Doctor.

The Doctor held out his hand to the man. He had a firm handshake, but there was an unusual clamminess to it. He watched as the man walked around the room humming to himself very quietly, seeming amused and slightly mad. "You're a fan of Beethoven then?" the Doctor mumbled, but the man didn't seem to notice.

"Medical, you could say. Doctor John Smith is my name. I just prefer to go by Doctor." The man didn't seem to believe him, but there had to be a reason the TARDIS brought him here.

"Here, catch!" The man tossed the Doctor a biscuit, to which he caught with ease. "Thank you." He took a large bite out of it, but was immediately met with an uncomfortable taste of staleness and a slight musk. The man had his back turned to the Doctor, examining an object (or perhaps several objects) that shined and glimmered, but only for a moment. The Doctor took out his handkerchief and spat out the contents while he wasn't looking.

"Medical? Or is that a title, hiding who you really are…because I understand…" The Doctor was thrown off-kilter by his frankness. "My situation is a bit too hard to explain at the moment, but I was brought here by some sort of call for *hem* help. And I intend to find out why. It was only purely accidental that I ran into in the first place. Thank you!"

The man placed the tea beside the Doctor. The pattern on the cup seemed to beckon of an expenive nature, complete with gold leaf rim and intricate designs. "So, Darren, Who did you lift these heirloom cups off of?" He gave him a smug look.

He took a small sip.

Darren picked up one of the cups, inspecting it closely. "Heirloom, you say? That alien was a liar, I'm sure he wasn't going to need them…after all, this one seems a bit chipped."

He dropped it on the floor, not bothering to pick it up. Darren walked passed and finally took a seat. He stared at the Doctor. An unflinching gaze, the man seemed somewhat out of sync with the rest of the time.

"Only when I was very young, mother made me listen to Beethoven for a punishment, knowing I disliked it but as I grew…I liked it. So to speak." Darren said, answering the lingering question.

Purely for a call of help? Well, it couldn't be him…unless…he was calling for help to prevent him from being bored of of his mind.

"You're wondering who I am, aren't you. Doctor…" He rolled his 'r', unintentionally. "I'm not sure who or what could have called you for help, but I want to see this device of yours."

Darren looked off the edge of the table, the cup he had dropped had stopped rolling and once again, boredom had set in. This tug of war wasn't going well, the Doctor had tugged hard on his side. But Darren was determined to tug back, a few failed successes.

"Alie-ALIEN GIVING YOU TEACUPS?" The Doctor shifted a bit in his chair, but quickly calmed himself. "That sounds silly. Aliens usually don't have any need for tea."

The Doctor watched the teacup fall from his hands and shatter into an infinite number of pieces. Such a shame a small work of art had to go to waste...

"You know Beethoven really isn't that bad. His mother made him listen to Mozart growing up--Oh listen to me, I speak like I knew him personally." He gave a small chuckle and mildly bucktooth grin. "I am curious, Darren, how you managed to think that I had a device that could bring me here?"

He squinted at the man. "I received a call for help. I've seen terribly evils in the universe, and I've been managed to stop them before any true harm is done. So tell me, Darran, who are you working for? Great Intelligence? The Ice Warriors are too honest to hire out a hand."

Candalynne's TARDIS landed down in an unknown location (like always) and she hopped up off her couch and went along her lit up walkway and opened up her TARDIS doors. She stepped out and closed the doors behind her, she looked to see another TARDIS next to hers and she blinked before grinning to herself. He is here! She said inside her mind with glee before she went to the front door of whatever the place was and she entered. She looked around the many rooms before she saw two men in a room, seemingly bored and having boring old tea.

"Hello you two." Candalynne smirked at them both as she entered the room with her arms crossed. "Hope I am not interrupting you or anything..." She looked to them and recognized Darren as well as the 2nd incarnation of The Doctor. She looked to both of them once more before walking over to The Doctor. Her head tingled because of the familiar, telepathic sense Time Lords had when they were near each other, she giggled to herself and smiled. "Hello, Doctor." She said to him with a gentle voice, uncrossing her arms.

The Doctor glanced up from his tea to discover the woman standing there. With a warm smile, she approached the Doctor, taking careful notice that she knew this other man in the room. "Hello Daren! Hello Doctor!" she said.

When their eyes met, the Doctor felt a chill run down his spine. He knew this woman, but where from? Who was she? She glowed with the energy of the vortex, but only one species in the Galaxy could have a signature that large..."How do you know my name? Have we met?"

In the meanwhile, he was racking his brain for knowledge on this strange woman. How could she have--WAIT. She was a Time Lord. He could see it in her eyes. "I suppose you've come to retrieve the TARDIS? Well you can't have it! I'm still using it!"

He seemed a bit agitated, after all, the Time Lords he knew were observers, and practitioners of the austere. They much preferred to take all the fun out of situations rather than let one do his own job. And he would be damned if he was going to let this time lord take away his fun.

"Of course...you two are aliens...travelling around in your fancy blue boxes." Darren said, his head in his hands after the arrival of a familiar face.

He stood up and went over to the wall where he leant against it, boredom never stops...he needed to get out of the house. It was too cramped and he couldn't let them see the box of explosives that he had in his room.
Darren muttered something to himself, walked outside with a hint that he wanted them to follow and simply sat on his doorstep.

"So, any places you want to go? I'd usually be killing...hunting, I meant to say. And I am bored." Darren was at that stage where he didnt care where he went, as long it kept his mind occupied.

She knew him and that was a start, not many people...especially aliens knew him, he was a shadow that moved in the shadows. To him that made sense, but if he were to say that out loud, it wouldn't sound as great as he imagined...

Candalynne couldn't help but giggle at The Doctor's accusation. "Yes, I am a Time Lady. But I am not after your TARDIS, Doctor. I have my own anyways." She smirked at him. "Besides, I am The Whisperer. It is good to see your face again, even if it is one of many I have seen, you still are the same old Doctor." She giggled a little with a happy tone and she had a massive grin on her face.

Candalynne turned her attention to Darren and she sighed, she followed him outside and saw him sat on his doorstep. She looked to the two police boxes that were stood there outside Darren's door. She murmured something in Gallifreyan but then snapped back to reality and she sighed as she looked to Darren, "Well, we could just... go out to the park or something... or I could show the inside of my police box." She pointed to her police box which was a bit more futuristic looking than the ones in this time.

The Doctor gave a small huff at the Time Lady. "How many of me have you seen, exactly?" After all, in his mind, it seemed like a logical question. But perhaps he shouldn't muddle in the affairs of time and space.

"Perhaps I better leave you two alone then. It was nice to have met you!" He looked at the pair of them, seeming infatuated with the idea of the new companionship and what wonders the world could hold for him in the galaxy. With swift motion, he got up and went back to his TARDIS. Peering around the side to the other vaguely familiar Police Box sitting a few feet from his own. It have him the same look his own did. Where to next?

He gave the box a wink and a smile, and proceeded into his own box. Within moments, the box was wheezing and groaning, dematerializing into the vast and vague wonders of the universe once again.

((To be honest, I think we should end it there for doneness, it just feels right to end it there Thanks to both of your for RPing with me and Darren ))