[ amy doesn't recall a moment in time of telling spike this story. it's not a thing against him, of course. it's merely, well, she tries not to remember those things that hurt her. spike makes her happy, but she has a feeling that she does this to herself, the hurting. he can't fix it, and neither can she, but she can feel better by remembering it in a positive way. he helps her with that. ]
[ she doesn't move away from him, but continues to lean against him. he is her pillar of strength; he may or may not have his enhanced ability of it, but she pulls it from him, needing it, for she usually breaks down or excuses herself during the stories that feature rory as the hero, the doctor being vulnerable, or the scottish twit being a moron. it's the story of melody pond that she cannot tell, or the one of the man who waited two thousand years for her, or of the one where she had met her future self and did not like her one bit (but for that one, she fears of becoming her). ]
Yes, well, one day, the Scottish kissogramme and the tall th— and her nurse were sleeping, to only be awoken in the early hours of the morning by the bloke with a bowtie. All these strange, little, black boxes had appeared all over the world. Strange things, you know; just plain as day black boxes. Not even a piece of jewellery inside — the kissogramme was very disappointed.
The bloke with the bowtie was impatient to find what was inside of them, but he wouldn't find what they were until a few months later. A few, very long months — patience wasn't his thing, and he'd done all the chores around the nurse and kissogramme's house within an hour. It was very impressive, but the hedges weren't cut very straight.
The boxes started to act a little weird, responding to things. Eventually, they came to life — they started to take bites out of people, played very horrible music. They acted strange, with no common theme between them. This secret underground agency recruited our trio of heroes, and showed them an underground lair with cameras all over the world. The nurse, thank god, had put some pants on; his legs were very skinny and pasty — [ she breaks character as the poor narrator to move her hand to try and touch his leg, for spike is a pasty bloke himself, before placing her hand back onto the ground to stable herself. ] — sort of like you.
One day, our three heroes watched as everyone in the world dropped to the floor from heart attacks. These little black boxes were alien — and were determined to kill everyone on the face of the planet. These aliens didn't like humans, probably because of their music and taste in books — but after the nurse had been kidnapped, and the bloke in the bowtie was almost having a heart attack for the seventh time — as he had seven hearts — the kissogramme saved his life.
[ she shifts, trying to grab his eyes again. her arm shifts, moving her hand to almost cover his completely; her fingers touch his, sort of pawing at them, as if they're roots, trying to find their place within the earth. ] — Are you sure this isn't boring you?
... nooooooo
[ she doesn't move away from him, but continues to lean against him. he is her pillar of strength; he may or may not have his enhanced ability of it, but she pulls it from him, needing it, for she usually breaks down or excuses herself during the stories that feature rory as the hero, the doctor being vulnerable, or the scottish twit being a moron. it's the story of melody pond that she cannot tell, or the one of the man who waited two thousand years for her, or of the one where she had met her future self and did not like her one bit (but for that one, she fears of becoming her). ]
Yes, well, one day, the Scottish kissogramme and the tall th— and her nurse were sleeping, to only be awoken in the early hours of the morning by the bloke with a bowtie. All these strange, little, black boxes had appeared all over the world. Strange things, you know; just plain as day black boxes. Not even a piece of jewellery inside — the kissogramme was very disappointed.
The bloke with the bowtie was impatient to find what was inside of them, but he wouldn't find what they were until a few months later. A few, very long months — patience wasn't his thing, and he'd done all the chores around the nurse and kissogramme's house within an hour. It was very impressive, but the hedges weren't cut very straight.
The boxes started to act a little weird, responding to things. Eventually, they came to life — they started to take bites out of people, played very horrible music. They acted strange, with no common theme between them. This secret underground agency recruited our trio of heroes, and showed them an underground lair with cameras all over the world. The nurse, thank god, had put some pants on; his legs were very skinny and pasty — [ she breaks character as the poor narrator to move her hand to try and touch his leg, for spike is a pasty bloke himself, before placing her hand back onto the ground to stable herself. ] — sort of like you.
One day, our three heroes watched as everyone in the world dropped to the floor from heart attacks. These little black boxes were alien — and were determined to kill everyone on the face of the planet. These aliens didn't like humans, probably because of their music and taste in books — but after the nurse had been kidnapped, and the bloke in the bowtie was almost having a heart attack for the seventh time — as he had seven hearts — the kissogramme saved his life.
[ she shifts, trying to grab his eyes again. her arm shifts, moving her hand to almost cover his completely; her fingers touch his, sort of pawing at them, as if they're roots, trying to find their place within the earth. ] — Are you sure this isn't boring you?