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Austin's door is an exotic rosewood, with a crystal doorknob.
When you enter, everything seems...Mixed. Between the single, maple frame bed, to the Aiden and Bullet for my Valentine posters, to the Ad for the Marx Brothers. The entire room seemed to be a meltdown of culture. Odd-ball culture, that normal teenagers don't usually have. The floor is wall to wall shag carpeting. The comforter blanket on the bed is denim, with buttons in a uniform line. there is a maple desk, with a footrest. On the footrest there is a Dell computer. IOn the desk there is a flat panel monitor, a laser mouse, and a normal keyboard. Randomly littered across the desk are books, video games, keys, change, incense and pencils. there is an old Sharp Television with digital cable sitting on an old dresser, made of glossed cedar. On the left wall, there is an entire armory of swords, daggers, chains of shuriken, Kunai, Steel wire, and shinai. On the wall adjacent to the computer, there is a long neck rack that holds 8 guitars. All of them are Bass guitars. 2 of them are Rickenbacker brand; an old vintage brand that happens to be extremely hard to find nowadays. one is a red Schecter Diamond series. It's one of the newer, slightly more expensive models. There is an old Classic bass, with a body shaped like a Gibson SG(which is a treble guitar usually, instead of a bass). There are two others, that seem very old, and have most of the paint chipped off. The labels have been worn down, so nobody really knows what kind they are. One is a Nameless brand, red 5 string detailed with silver pickups and a tailplate. The last one is a Fender Fretless Jazz guitar. Littered randomly on the walls are different posters. Most of them are rock posters, the others are random culture posters including old advertisements for Houdini, The marx brothers,The three stouges, Madame Rouge...Etc.

Austin followed Doc as quickly as he could, worried that he'd get lost.
"wait for me Doc! You don't know where you're going!"
He disappeared around the corner of the hallway after Doc.

The Doctor broke into a grin as he entered. "Love the shag." This room was the sort of explosion of culture that the Doctor traveled to see. Not all at once, obviously, but he was glad someone appreciated it all. He wasn't too fond of the weapons, but he decided to roll with it.

As Austin lay down, he decided to get a closer look at the posters, pointing out various things, like how that one or the other was more hyped than it was actually worth, or so-and-so was funnier with such and such happening. "Or that one time with..." He laughed to himself. The very back of his mind mused about how glad he was that there weren't any posters to remind him of...well, her.

"Oh, I'd love to." He replied, turning from the posters. It was nice knowing that this boy trusted him, despite having just met. Though, he did seem to have that affect on people anyway. He grinned his Doctorish grin.

The Doctor raised an eyebrow. The boy was too young to be a collector well enough off to have this piece. By all rights, it should be in a museum as well. "I never thought I'd see this again." He muttered, taking in the painstaking strokes on the canvas. Monet had been fond of that particular one - he knew because he had watched him finish it himself. "How did you get it?" He asked, turning back to Austin.

The Doctor nodded absently - he hadn't really been listening. Once the boy had launched into his absurd tale of temporal shifts with hand gestures, (which he thought was quite silly, to be honest), he had gotten a bad feeling about something. He had to get back to the TARDIS to check on it, to be sure - after all, he had punched a hole in the Void...something had to be amiss. And there was the niggling feeling in his chest that she might be...

"Lovely tale." He said, running a hand through his wild hair. "But I should probably get back to my ship now. Things to do, holes to re-punch in the fabric of the universe and all that." He put his hands in his pockets and meandered out the door.

There Vixie sat, next to Austin's bedside with her elbows crossed accross the mattress and chin resting upon them. She watched him sleep with a warm smile, noting his content expression and overall vaulnerability.

She was on her knees by his bed too, and it seemed like she's been there for a while by the way she sat and heaved each breath without a sound. How she got in? She found a way.

This girl is very mysterious. She has a personality to indulge and looks to boot.. She's always sneaking about and watching other people. She loves humanity and people in general. She loves how everyone has their own lives and keep themselves busy, how life seemed to go on and on and how time could really change people.
--Vixie sat in a muse, thinking about people a lot. She thought about strange things, didn't she? People. Always about somebody else and never herself and what she is doing. She runs from her troubles and avoids conflict. She is a peacemaker who has troubles with things like love and independence. She relies on others to beset herself and she's very different from most girls. she cannot possibly be labeled. she has no ideal personality and her actions are totally unpredictable. Nobody can know or understand what she is thinking or how she thinks it...

She's completely unique.

It was still late and she was still in her pajamas.
She wore a long white shirt with Felix the Cat on the front that resembled a mini dress. It fit her quite well, with her thin, petit, stature and when she sat her bright pink panties could be seen beneath the lip. She wore her favorite fuzzy pink bunny slippers as well, her hair fixed into a sloppy ponytail with her bangs pretty-much all over the place.

She still watched Austin, those big almond brown pup-like eyes glossing over his frame. Her face was innocent and cherubic, a soft and milky tan.

She didn't move from her spot, but watched him rise. She pulls her lush pink lips into her sweetest of smiles, eyes set in glitter. Vixie tried hard to hold in a small giggle once he fell right back in place. She waited a few moments before eventually taking action.

She uses her forearms to push herself up, leaning over Austin who faced away from her now. She sets a knee upon the mattress, panties flashing a moment until she was on it completely. One hand was set over him as she leaned in-her lips only moments apart from his cheek. Her locks of amber brown hair tickles his neck just a bit while she holds her smile and runs a warm and gentle hand accross his shoulders.

She still said nothing, but waited.