EasilyAmused

Spider-Man: Childhood Friends (Jones Sparrow and EasilyAmused)

As she arrived to Peter she was suddenly grabbed and pulled into a hug. Her arms wrapped around the waist of her beloved man and took in a deep breathe. Her eyes were puffy from crying but she didn’t want him to know that. It had been a long night and if he encountered anything like she did, they weren’t going to let each other go for a while “I’m better now.” She said softly. “I wasn’t alright; I saw some horrible… horrible things. But I’m better now, now that I know you’re safe.” She tightened her grip on Peter feeling his body pressed up against hers. “Can… can we call the police and go somewhere else please?” Her voice was filled with a small sense of desperation as she held him.

Mother, mother I think I'm sick, call the Doctor quick quick quick! (Sinfulskills and I)

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The Doctor

Appearance

Age: Over 1000 years old.
Species: Timelord
Bad Habit: His attention span isn't very long if the person is boring, and he's not afraid to tell them that they are when he starts to space out.

Personality Traits: He's bubbly, upbeat and happy normally. He is strangely flirty in his own unique way, finding just the right times to say just the right things. A bouncing ball of energy but he harbors a lot of anger towards the death of his people. He would willingly kill any Darlek that crosses his path, anyone stupid enough to jump in the way to prevent him from killing the Darlek(s) might easily get killed in the process. Intelligent like all the other Doctors, knows everything about anything and travels in the TARDIS using the sonic screwdriver.

Coined Phrase: Los Geht!!; Off We Go in German.

His TARDIS: http://www.interocitor-media.com/tardis/tardis2002/Time and Relative Dimension(s) in Space.[/url

Mother, mother I think I'm sick, call the Doctor quick quick quick! (Sinfulskills and I)

“Oh come on, come on! Come on you beautiful gorgeous thing you!” A young man shouted at a control panel as he stared off at the massive screen ahead of him. “Just land, I don’t care where, I don’t care when but if you land I promise I’ll give you a break for a while. No instantly travelling we’ll just… camp out for a bit!” He shouted at the machine giving it a pat as he jumped around to another control panel attached to the center conceal, “I promise, no random places for a while. We’ll plan things I swear just be a good girl and land… oh,” He turned his attention upwards. “And please don’t kill me, that would be nice too.” A cheesy grin spread across his face showing his white teeth as he gripped onto the railing behind him.

“Oh that’s a good girl. LOS GEHT!!!!” He shouted as the screen flashed black and the whole compartment rocked back and forth; during the commotion what did the young man do? The young man gripping onto the railing with his arms bent around the wood. His body nearly being thrown around because it was the biggest commotion the thing he was in had ever caused… he was laughing.

CRASH BOOM SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE the room went crazy and the young man just kept laughing before everything settled. The man then dashed back to the conceal and hit a button and turned to the screen behind him. The large screen popped up with a picture of beautiful London England. Symbols scribbled across the bottom of the screen translated into his language telling him exactly where he was. “Ah London England Earth 2014. Your fail-safe return place. Fair enough, I’ll find something to entertain myself.” With that the brown haired young man pulled a pen out of his jacket pocket and clicked the top. Nothing happened, so the young man shrugged and walked down a small hallway to a door.

Pulling it open he stepped out into an alleyway and looked behind him. A single door sat at a large building in London. The door looked a bit random but it was there. Just, a single door against a red brick wall. Maybe he shouldn’t have taken the white TARDIS but then again, he can find the door easy, even in the snow he’ll spot the black handle.

Smiling he looked down at his pen, the pen told him everything about anything he wanted to know but nothing was really happening around him which, in the end, could always be a good thing. Dressed in a dress jacket, a button up blue shirt and a pair of slacks, the young man rounded the corner and another corner only to nearly run into a girl who had been on a walk herself. “Oh I’m sorry.” He said quickly before giving her an innocent smile. “Could you point me in the nearest direction of a place to eat? I’m starving.”

Captain America and Agent 13 (Jones Sparrow and EasilyAmused)

His smell was relaxing and exciting at the same time. Something she had never felt before. Poor Sharon never had much experience in the dating field; she was always so focused on her job or her family to give anything else any attention. But her aunt, bless her soul, passed away a little over a year ago. She actually got to visit her a few days before she passed. Her aunt said to her something that she would never forget. “I got to see my old friend… Steve Rogers, one last time.” Her aunt was so happy, rumor is she died with a smile on her face because she got to see the legendary Captain America, her first love and her own hero, one last time.

The screen flashed black as a transition and she caught a glimpse of Steve and her sitting on the couch before the scene returned to normal. Wait… Steve, Steve Rogers…. No, no it can’t be. Nahhhhhh…. Rogers is a common last name, and so is Steve for a first name. She couldn’t have gone on a date with the super solider and now sitting in her apartment watching a movie… much less having to look after him as a job. Yeah right. Why would Captain America need someone to watch over him; plus the chances of it being him was one million to one. Yeah right. “More like wizards; because what they do is real. You have to have it in your blood then you have to be trained how to use it properly.” Kind of like Captain America was born to be a hero and then was trained how to use his talent properly. The battle of New York City proved that. Her body shifted again; this time more of her back laid against his chest, her legs tucked underneath her. Her small hand rose up and rested gently on his forearm rubbing it softly; boy, this cuddling thing was nice!

SinfulSkills and TaintedKiss

“I don’t think anyone could have saved me from her. She was too determined to marry me that it just kinda, well…” He turned his chocolate gaze to his friend giving her a small shrug. “It made me sick. Every day it was ‘when are you going to propose to me?’, ‘When are we going to get married?’, ‘Who are we inviting?’,” His mocking of the valley girl voice that Veronica was known for was wonderful as he went on about the things she would hound him for answers about. “It’s not that I miss her, I really don’t. I just don’t want to have to deal with my mom when she finds out. Especially if Veronica goes bat-shit crazy.” He said in an honest shrug. “I think you women assume we’re deeper than we are. We’re like the shallow end of the pool and you women are the 12 feet deep end. Two different sides of the pool.”

A laugh left him as she took the beer from him. “When don’t I want one? I just finished a painful interview today with five old ladies trying to dig for information I had already given them. Plus one attempted to play footsy with me so hard that I’m pretty sure she got a leg cramp because I watched her face change instantly at one point and she buried herself behind her coffee cup.” As soon as she returned; he grabbed her by her wrist and gave her a good yank, pulling her onto his lap.

Grinning from ear to ear he brushed some of their away from her face as he tilted his head at her. “My dear Sia, you’ve grown up so much. Such a beautiful… charming young lady with a good head on her shoulders… a wonderful… fun-loving personality… and the whole world in front of her…” His dark brown eyes twinkled with an act of playfulness, his voice dropping into that deep tone when he’d sing a lovey portion of one of his songs. “I can’t believe how much you’ve grown up and changed and became such an amazing person. So beautiful… so sweet… just so… amazing…” As he talked he leaned towards her, his hand still no the small of her back and the other gently let go of her wrist, his face inched closer and closer to hers; the intoxicating mix of the vampire-hormones filling the small space between them. When he said the word amazing, he was nose to nose with her, then… it happened…

Jett quickly got his feet, his free arm had scooped underneath her and in a twist, he had her hanging over his left shoulder, her mid-drift resting on his shoulder as her lower hand hung limp against his chest. His large arm was wrapped around her thigh, careful to keep her dress in place and to not move. He knew that if she didn’t hit him for doing this, she’d beat the hell out of him if she thought he was trying to catch a glimpse under her dress. “But sometimes as a strong independent woman, you need to talk to your parents. So come now, let’s get you back to their house so you can tell them ‘Leave me alone I’m a strong independent woman!’ and that should satisfy their need. Now…” He plucked her purse from the table she had put it now and gave it a shake, hearing keys was enough for him and he hung it over his free shoulder. “It’s not my color but it will do.” With that he locked the door behind them and proceeded to carry her down the stairs to where he had parked the car.

Once at the car he beeped it open and opened the door before slinging her forward into his arms in a bridal style and placing her in the passenger’s seat. “You may be in a good shape but remember I’m older; I can catch you if you run.” With that and a cheesy Jett-style grin he shut her door and walked around the car, opening and climbing inside, he shut the door behind him, buckled up and started the car. With that he was off towards her parents house.

Doctor? Doctor Who?

Simple simple creatures these apes are. His head was buzzing with wonderment of what could be inside the box considering it was giving off such strange readings. Hm… funny how the TARDIS always took him to places that he needed to go which could sometimes not be the places he wanted to go. But he couldn’t agree with the TARDIS more, London was always a good place to go and, well weird things happen in London.

Suddenly the brunette jumped in front of him again. His feet pulled to a halt and his head jerked back in surprise as his blue eyes expanded staring at the woman in front of him. She didn’t see the information he put on the paper? Really? As she stared at her with expanded eyes, he tilted his head to one side analyzing her face as if he was trying to figure out if she was alien as well. No, no; she wasn’t alien that much he knew, but she was different. Not simple. Now this, this was interesting!

Snapping back into reality she had started to walk away before he could get to her again. Jumping in front of her, his blue eyes twinkled with an amazing amount of excitement. “I like you!” His voice matching the excitement in his eyes, “You seem like someone who enjoys a good adventure… I’ll tell you what; I won’t take the box from you again if you take me to your friend. And if you take me to your friend, I promise to show you something no one on earth has seen.” She really had one of two choices, she could tell him no and force him to follow her; or she could take him up on his offer and have her mind blown. Which will she choose… He personally was hoping for the second option, it would be nice to talk to someone who could see through his psychic paper; that means she’s intelligence and it’s been a long time since he’s talked with someone.

Doctor Who Original!

Anyone else?

Spider-Man: Childhood Friends (Jones Sparrow and EasilyAmused)

No, no, no no no! She couldn’t let herself get down like this. If Peter really was dead, he would want her to fight on. Continue what he was standing for as her own symbol. He’d think she was foolish but he’d accept that fact that she was doing it. Her small hands shook as she attempted to remove the mask from her boyfriend’s face but… something was wrong; the mask wouldn’t come off. And she knew that it came off. This situation with the mask not being able to be removed caused her to shove the figure off of her lap and jump to her feet. Something was wrong, something was very very wrong and she needed to focus.

Her body turned and she started away from the scene behind her, her face crunched in pain as she walked away. The further she got the more guilty she felt for leaving it. But she knew in her heart that that body wasn’t Peter’s. As she walked, a scene seemed to mold around her, her attention forward to see Peter standing in the hallway of their school looking at her. Catwoman stayed silent staring at the figure, only to have Peter stare back at her. Then, a few women from their classes formed into the hallway and began to hang on her boyfriend, tongue kissing and hands roaming. Her fear of Peter leaving her for someone else slammed inside of her chest as her heart seemed to crack at the sight. That was until she shook her head, she didn’t believe what was in front of her. Peter would never do that and if he truly was interested in someone else, he’d break up with her before running off with someone else. She’d like to think they’d be together forever but if he needed to leave; he’s a good guy and he’d do it the right way.

Again, she turned away, starting off in a different direction. Come on Lexi, if you’re going to get anywhere you need to pick a direction and find a wall; that’s what you need to do. The next scene she encountered was Spider-Man and Venom fighting; her two dear friends ripping each other to shreds and throwing each other around in the streets of New York City. Ever brave Catwoman marched on, doing her best to ignore the scene around her. Soon blue and red body parts tried to fly within her line of view and she ignored them only to feel her heart ache more and more as she continued to walk.

The poor girl walked through countless horrible scenes of Peter, Rick, Harry, her parents and her city getting destroyed. That was until she arrived at one. Her and Peter, the night she found out Peter was Spider-Man. The feelings rushed back to her of the mix of emotions she had felt when his face was revealed and when he looked back at her after stopping Rick. She rushed to him, reliving the moment of slapping him across the face before grabbing him and kissing him for the second time of the night. This time when she pulled back, his soft brown eyes stared down at her and his mouth opened to say those three beautiful words; “I love you Lex.”

Lex… LEx…. LEX… LEX!!! “W… what….” Catwoman slowly rose up to sitting upright, her hand placed gently against her mask covered head as her eyes blinked. What the hell was that?! Her body shifted, everything seemed to be returning including the feeling in her body and her head became less fogged. LEX! Peter’s voice echoed through the darkness as her eyes flickered open under her mask. “PETER!” She called out in a response as she climbed to her feet. It didn’t take long for her regain her balance and her senses. She was able to hear well again as she stood upright. “PETER!” She called out again hearing a response. “STAY WHERE YOU ARE, I’LL FIND YOU!” With that she took off in the direction that Peter had been calling from. The humming sound had stopped and she was able to pin-point exactly where he was calling from.

She did end up finding Peter in the darkness only to have a single question for him. “Where’s Beck? We can’t let him do this to the city!”

Captain America and Agent 13 (Jones Sparrow and EasilyAmused)

The closer she stayed to him the more her heart pounded in her chest. It seemed to crawl its way up to her ears and echo inside of her head. Sure that Steve could hear it, Sharon focused all of her energy on her breathing, keeping herself as calm as possible. She had been interrogated by many bad guys, she works in a difficult and secretive job. She can take out a bad guy from miles away in a sniper scope and yet, sitting next to a handsome large man was making her feel like a weak kitten.

He wasn’t pushing her away though, was this a good thing? No, no it wasn’t a good thing; this was a great thing. They had been close on the fairy so this wasn’t anything new. But could she allow herself to get close to someone she was supposed to be watching? Well… what better way to keep an eye on someone right? Her body seemed to relax at this thought and nonchalantly slid itself into the opening the rest of the way, keeping her small body close to him. Head gently rolling back, she kept her eyes on her TV as she felt her body relax and nearly melt into Steve’s. Could this get any better? Well his arm around her would be a good start.

Doctor? Doctor Who?

The Doctor was all sorts of happy, the goofy grin on his face read simply, ‘I have a box, I have a box’ as he had a pep to his step walking down the streets of London, that was until he was cut off by the chocolate haired girl he had taken the box from. The Doctor stood at a good five foot eleven inches and she seemed to be only a bit shorter than him but had no issue standing up to him when he took the box. His head turned to one side as he listened to her talk, his blue eyes analyzing her face trying to learn as much about her as he could in the small amount of interaction. She wasn’t startled by him which was surprising and a welcoming change. Earth in 2014 can be high strung and not want anything to do with someone who’s willing to talk to anyone then again, there were encounters like this.

While he was mentally analyzing the situation and taking notes, he didn’t even catch that she had taken the box until it was completely out of his grasp. Her smirk broke him from his trance of analyzing before she started to walk away from him. “Hold on!” He said quickly jumping back into motion and chasing down the girl. Apparently he needed to take a different tactic. “You are absolutely right, that package is important.” Jumping in front of her, her managed to stop her again. Reaching into his jacket pocket he pulled out a small black folded single compartment wallet and flipped it open projecting an identification of a federal mail inspector. “But that package cannot leave the store, much less with someone who isn’t it’s owner. It’s too important and shouldn’t be left with anyone who isn’t either the owner or the federal inspector. IE, me.” With that he folded up the little wallet and slid it back into his inside jacket pocket and pulled hard against the box, causing her to finally let go.

“In case you couldn’t read it, I’m the Doctor by the way. Now you know who I am and I’m off! Good bye!” Satisfied with the response he had given her, he started off in the opposite direction. Now, time to analyze why this box is giving such weird readings as soon as he got back to the TARDIS. Oh this, this was an interesting day and the Doctor wasn’t complaining one bit; he surely did like interesting.