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 Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 2:52 pm
Josey nodded, so much happening now that the news of the TARDIS coming back to its key didn't surprise her enough to matter. She stood before Fox as he slid down to sit against a wall, studying his face with a look of compassion and sympathy that she probably had never used before in her life.
When he mentioned that she should start writing, and as he realized she would be writing about him, she sighed and sat down next to him. "I don't know anything about this Doctor person, but as far as I'm concerned, you're gettin' to be as cool to me as he is to you." She hesitantly slipped her arm through his and took her book out of her bag with her other hand. Opening it no her lap, she turned it to a page that hadn't any scribbles on it and slowly began to describe the day while he kept speaking.
He warned her of the dangers that travel with him involved, and she listened carefully, though she wasn't surprised. "As far as I'm concerned, I'd rather die with a flare and go down with a friend than live alone as a bore." She said sincerely as she looked over and caught his eyes. "If you're willin' to let me tag along."
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 5:11 pm
Fox smiled, sadly. "All aboard the death night express." he joked, indicating that Josie was welcome aboard the Tardis until she died or, more likely, made a serious blunder that cost Fox his form.
He watched the tardis as it slowly came into form, not moving, just watching, not reading as the girl wrote. He didn't need to see it, he already knew what was going to be written. Which now that he thought about it was quite a boring way to continue... he'd have to try and mix things up a bit.
Thirty minutes passed and the T.A.R.D.I.S. finally returned into existence in all its red and flashy glory. Fox smiled and stood up, stepping forward just as the ships weight caused the exhibit to tilt slightly, sending all the paint flowing into one corner.
Fox sighed, watching the paint, glowing slightly in the corner and he stepped inside the T.A.R.D.I.S. After unlocking it of course.
The T.A.R.D.I.S. stood lonely in the middle of the exhibit for a moment before it began to flash in and out of existence. As it started however the paint in the corner glowed brighter, and then darker, it glowed in such a way that would remind a time lord of... The Tardis vanished and the paint began to scream. That simple sentence in itself should explain to anyone with knowledge of the Doctor or of Fox that something was not right there.
Moments passed and a man, a full sized adult male grew out of the paint, covered in it. He sat back, slamming his head against the wall, naked and screaming. his mouth transformed, tentacles seemed to erupt from his jaw as if folding out. They returned to their placed and seemed to form a perfectly normal face. The man sat back against the wall, looking around, as if terrified, his eyes searching for something, but even he probably didn't know what.
The man's skin was tinted slightly green, though that could have been the paint.
He reached up to his face and wiped the pain off, revealing a handsome, boyish- It was Fox... or at least it looked like him, tentacle jaw aside.
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 4:01 pm
"What is it... what is it..." Fox muttered to himself, pacing back and forth in front of the large panel window that faced away from the sun. He needed the space to think while he figured it out. Josey sat in the centre of the room still, her easel and brush working with the canvas to create Joanna Morose's earliest, recorded artistic genius.
"Think, Think, Think-Think-Think. Somethings not right, something feels off, names, faces, feelings, ideas, ideals? no. Wrong, doesn't matter. Come on..." he clicked his fingers in front of his face and ran his hand through his hair.
"This is a moment, this is history, this is one of the greatest historic moments in time, Josey putting paint to canvas to create 'Joanna Morose's' the Moving Nebula, a peice of artwork so fine and yet strange that nobody has ever been able to create a forgery... So why am I not looking at her. Why don't I want to look in that direction. Whats wrong with her? No! Not her, past her, the other window. Something- no. Yes! Wait, what? The other window, Why don't I want to look at the sun, Maybe its not the sun, between the sun and the window? the exhibit? sure i wasted a piece of artwork and feel bad about it but that doesn't seem like me... something else on the exhibit?" He paused for a moment to try and look up at the opposing window. It was a strain but he managed it eventually.
"Oh you are kidding me!" he shouted, causing everyone to turn towards him. "Its impossible." he said to himself, unsure what he even meant. "That's an impossible even, and impossible thing, an impossible creature?" Fox turned away from the window that was causing him so much strain and ran to his tardis, shouting '2 minutes' to Josey as he passed.
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A few minutes passed and Fox ran back out, pushing his way to the window, the srudents quickly moved aside once they decided he was a mad man. "Tardis wont take me, I dont want to look... this is it... Thats the creature... The..."
"Toclafane?" came a voice from behind Fox, a voice that was partially in his own mind.
Fox turned and found himself resisting the will to look at what he faced. He forced himself to move forward however, stopping just in front of this being.
Starting at his shoes Fox forced himself to look at the man. He was wearing a victorian era black and red suit, complete with waist coat, crevat, spats and a even a pocket watch.
Finally Fox's eyes met the mans, and if he had known what he himself looked like then Fox would have been even more shocked.
"The Toclafane are a myth, a legend, children's tale." Fox argued, eyes shaking as he forced them to stay upon him.
"Then why is it you cannot bare to look at me?" the man asked, smiling a little maliciously. "Do not worry, Fox. I do not intend to harm you, not yet, after all, there is still so much that you unintentionally do for me. I was just feeling nostalgic, thought you ought to know what's coming..."
Fox stepped back adn tried to look up at the exhibit. it was easier than looking at the man. He then turned to look at Josey, she hadn't noticed what was happening, and he hoped it stayed that way.
"Anyway." the man said. "I best be going." he smiled, turning and walking towards a black box, floating a fet inches of the ground beside the TARDIS.
"You have a TARDIS... What are you?" Fox asked, hand itching to take the Sonic flash light out.
"I'm you... at least in part. The other part... well I'm sure you can figure it out..." The man turned back to fox and after a very very short moment his mouth uncurled into a number of tentacles. "Exterminate." the man said, before stepping back into his black TARDIS and disappearing.
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 7:52 am
Music wafted through an earbud the artist had placed in one ear, the other dangling near her chest. She had thought it less than wise to plug in completely as she normally did while on an alien planet with a madman.
She would just have to make do as she synced her brush strokes with the music of her favorite playlist, mixing colors to match the melody as she not only heard it-but saw it as well.
After having been working for over half the playlist, Josey winced as Fox ran passed her, shouting a time limit, and rolled her eyes. Two minutes to create some masterpiece that would span the universe. She sighed and studied the canvas before her. It would have to do with the two minutes she had left. Her brush went back to work, the colors swirling and blending before her eyes, taking over her entire concentration.
When a painting took hold of her like this, nothing else existed...and it was what she lived for. This was her purpose.
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Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2010 7:57 am
"I..." Fox muttered, stepping back from where the Toclafane had been stood only moments before. It was impossible, absolutely impossible... Implausible... ok at the very least it was unlikely. He went to sit down but fell to the floor, of course there was no chair. There was never a chair when he needed one. one of these days he'd find a setting on his sonic flash light that use sonic waves to simulate matter and when he did he'd always have a chair.
He looked over at Josey, he needed to take her home. he wasn't safe for her anymore. Not that he was safe before, he took her to a museum and the entire galaxy almost exploded... but that wasn't like him. that wasn't his luck... so much crap had happened to him recently, nothing he hadn't been able to deal with, but so much... ever since he bumped into Josey...
Fox chuckled. She would be in danger wherever she was, at least with Fox there her bad luck was cancelled by his good luck. He just hoped his own luck would win he battle... assuming that it was bad luck and not sabotage... maybe she was evil. Everybody would know that Fox is an art fanatic, especially Blue and Red box artists and she was one of the biggest. Hell... in the past one person even pretended to be da'vinci and stabbed him in the chest... Thank the stars for regeneration... and blasters.
Fox still felt bad about killing him, but he was going through a pretty rough time in his life and the b*****d had killed Da'vinci.
Sometimes Fox really wished his mind didn't go on such wild tangents, from lack of chair all the way to killing Fake-vinci...
He shook his head and looked up at Josey again. She would stay with him as long as she wanted, Fox would just have to be extra careful and overly protective. Maybe not overly protective... just protective enough while still acting like his weird self to hide it.
"Game on." he sighed, looking out the window at the shuttle bringing the toclafane back... He should destroy it now... take it out early and not have to suffer through whatever he will have to. not have to let the time lords suffer through what they will... but there would be people on the shuttle... innocent people... there would not be a way to do it without their deaths.
A jaded, rational person might think that they were dead anyway.
Fox pushed himself up from the floor and ignored the laughing university art majors who already thought themselves better than him. If only they knew that he was the one that they were admiring in those paintings and holos... He sighed and sat down behind Josey. "Whenever you're ready..." he said, leaning his head back and looking straight up through the glass cieling at the nebula. "Whenever you're ready we'll head to ancient Greece, I know a nice little tapas place... it was ancient Greece right?"
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2011 10:08 am
The paint brush dipped the tip of its bristles into an unique mixture of brilliant purple paint. Held by delicate fingers, the brush was brought up and held frozen just above where the paint should go. Josey held her breath, both earbuds plugged in now so that she could focus, avoiding the art students that had begun to gather around, muttering to each other in confusion.
From the corner of her eye, the red-head had seen Fox sit down nearby and she nodded to him as he spoke, hearing what he said at a quiet point in her song.
She held her breath, moved her feet shoulder length apart as she wandered around the paint, her head softly moving to the music, her arm stretching out so that she looked as if she were dancing in slow motion. She could see the entire painting, the entire piece of art break out before her mind's eye and she sighed contentedly and closed her eyes.
For two seconds, she didn't move...and then, suddenly, her eyes opened wide and her arm holding the paintbrush reached out and the brush snapped like a whip. All the droplets of purple flew out into the "canvas" and landed in the perfect positions. Exactly where she had seen them.
Smiling, Josey finished her work and then sighed and turned to face Fox. She removed her music and gave a peaceful smile in his direction as she returned her equipment to it's place in her bag.
"There...If that's up to the standards of history as you know it, I think we can go." She said smiling down at him before stretching out a hand to help him up if he wanted it.
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2011 11:36 am
Fox looked up at the girl. she smiled down at him, holding an exact duplicate of- no, wait, no, obviously not a duplicate. Holding the original copy of 'Joanna Morose's The Nebula'.
"It's beautiful." he told her, taking her hand and standing up. It really was, though the tear that slipped down his face was not from the beauty. it was there, on the right hand quadrant, three stars from the right un the asteroid belt of Apochi that Maria had...
He sighed and forced a smile on. "Shall we?" he asked, offering his arm.
They headed back into the tardis, Fox only paused for a moment to turn to all the art students and reliably inform them that none of them would ever make it as artists.
He bid them good day and stepped back inside.
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