The Return

[nevermindtherunning]

Who: the Doctor, open
Where: the edge of the woods, by the ocean side. Southwest of the island
When: Day 34
What: The Doctor returns, and is surprised to find himself in a somewhat familiar location.

At first there were echoes of crashing waves in the distance, growing louder and more distinct when the Doctor finally opens his eyes. Odd... I don't remember landing-- He startles, sitting up only to feel something on his wrist and he quickly recognizes the communicator.

"I've been here before." But he didn't remember how he had left or how he had returned. Nor did he remember any events up to this point, as if his memory had been tampered. Resting his elbows on his knees, he sat there looking around before running hands through his hair.

After a while, he taps on the communicator, sending out a video to the network, "Hi! Hello! Anyone out there?"

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[nevermindtherunning]

His gaze is focused on her hand, before catching her eyes, "What year is it for you? What's the actual story of that scar of yours? Can I trust you?"

Three questions, that's all it was, and he couldn't help that smug smirk of his forming on his features. He really wasn't here to play games, but he needed to know who he could trust, and he needed allies. He had escaped here once before, somehow, and he needed to know how he managed it and if he were able to save others.

[primogen_vampirate]

Of those three questions, at least two of them were simple enough.

"Before I came here," she said casually, "it was 1932. I've been told I'm horrendously out of date, as everyone else here seems to be from my future." And didn't stop complaining about the lack of technology. As far as she was concerned, this was, by far, the most advanced tech she'd seen.

Excluding Doctor Brown's flying car.

She leaned her head to one side. "As for whether or not you can trust me," she said, "it seems that you have, so far. I do stand by my oaths. Doctor-patient confidentiality and all. And I hardly think I have any reason to stab you in the back."

Mina glanced at her scar a moment. "As for this...that is a more complicated mater."

[nevermindtherunning]

"Sixteen degrees Celsius." He replied, "That's my average temperature." Although she was opening up to him, he still remained doubtful for some of the truthfulness. For starters, he felt she was older than that time she gave. It was just a guess, however, as his senses were a bit off here.

"And you can trust me. I won't hurt you, and that's outside of that silly oath of yours."

[primogen_vampirate]

"You would not believe the number of times I've been stabbed in the back by someone telling me that I could trust them," she replied coolly. Not a bitter statement. Not angry or resentful. A sad, frank, fact of her life.

She glanced down at her arm for a moment. Then her eyes flicked back to him. Mina liked to think she was getting to be a better judge of character in this place. He, at least, seemed better than most.

All right. Fine.

"I was held prisoner in a Jamaican prison for two months," she said flatly. "During that time, a man named Captain Jonathan Rogers took a fancy to me. He came into my cell one evening and tried to rape me. I resisted. He grabbed an iron from the fire and burned me."

Dispassionate again. That was what had happened. No editorializing.

[nevermindtherunning]

He rubs his face before nodding, "Thank you... for sharing that memory." And without a hesitation, he stands up, slipping back on his jacket.

"I don't know what I can do for you yet, but somehow I was able to escape once. I don't know how or why, but I was able to. If I find another way... If I can help you in anyway, I will."

[primogen_vampirate]

She ran her tongue along the inside of her lower lip, watching him scurry after a single moment of honesty.

Men.

"You needn't do anything for me," she said dully. "I didn't ask for anything." Nor would she.

[nevermindtherunning]

"You don't have to." He sees that look, he's seen it before in so many people. She wasn't going to fully trust him, not yet.

"I'll never take advantage of you and I'll never harm you. I'm your ally and hopefully friend. I don't know how else to convince you that, besides, it looks like we're going to be stuck here for a while."

[primogen_vampirate]

She crossed her legs. It was an uncharacteristically feminine gesture on her part. "Between you and me, darling," she said, deciding to be merciful, "allying yourself with me is tantamount to social suicide around here. I'm not a popular person. I speak my mind. I'm not a follower. And I don't suffer fools."

And there were plenty of fools around here.

"I rather fancy you a bit, so this is a warning. A genuine warning for your own protection. I'm not a valuable friend to have."

[nevermindtherunning]

He grins, meeting his eyes and full of mirth, "I'm typically a good judge of character and I like you. So... Danger? Hah! I walk on the wild side. I laugh in the face of danger.... Oh," He pauses, running his tongue along the tops of his teeth, "There's a Lion King quote for you."

"But I'm not here to have tea parties, I got out and I want back out. I have enough on my plate as it is." Such as the prophecy foretold he was to die at some point. He had to figure that much out.

He wanted to run so very badly.

[primogen_vampirate]

Mina had no idea what this 'Lion King' was, but really, she didn't understand half of what these people from the future were saying at any given moment, so it no longer fazed her. And she no longer bothered to ask.

He was mental. Absolutely mental. And for some godforsaken reason, she liked it.

"We all want out," she agreed. "We're just not coordinated enough to work together for it."