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Doctor Who Redux 0 Pilot 22It had all started as a ridiculous argument coming out of the gym. Actually, that wasn't entirely true. If you wanted to back track to the exact starting point, it was when Rufus Stephens had made the comment "All bitches be hatin'", which prompted enormous derision from everyone around him, and had incensed Felicia Torres to the point where she accused him of being a wannabe gangsta who didn't have either the street cred, smarts or, indeed, muscle to actually be a G. Rufus had roared with laughter - though deep inside he was cut by this accusation - and told Felicia that he could kick her punk ass any day of the week (by this stage he was still trying to be slightly G, hence the appearance of the word "punk" in his sentence). Felicia roared with equal laughter and the race was on.It had attracted enormous attention, and everyone had gathered around to watch what was being dubbed the arm wrestle of the week (mainly by some guy who had a video camera and was planning on filming it an
Doctor Who Redux 0 Pilot 11The walls were shattering. Quite literally, cracking, splintering and shattering, spreading Omegium shards all along the darkened, blood red corridor. Violently contrasting this, dressed in their long white robes, the two men rushed down the corridor, skidding on the shards, but keeping their footing, even as another explosion rocked the entire building they were in. The two men swapped glances, grimly aware of what that could mean.As they came to the end of the corridor, the taller of the two men, leaned forward and looked into the small lens that was set into the wall. The lens changed from a calm blue to an angry red, and suddenly the wall split down the middle and pulled apart, opening onto a room.The two men continued into the room, a wind picking up and blowing their sashes around them.They descended down the same Omegium sculpted stair well, the crystal giving off a dim blue light that bounced around the white of the men's robes. As they reached the bottom of the floor, the
The Myth Makers - 7Chapter SevenLunch was a tedious affair on the day. Verity Lambert had sat gloomily opposite Brian, who was gamely trying to get her interested in anything, but Verity's mind was elsewhere, deep in the quagmire of minutiae regarding her job, and the fact that the director she was currently working for seemed content to let everything fend for itself. Although she was confident in her abilities to direct, having been forced to take on more responsibilities thanks to her useless superior, she was beginning to realise that there was far more to the job than she had realised.Or, more accurately, it was far more intensive than she had realised. Her checklist of things to do was getting longer and longer, and there seemed no relief in sight."So at that point I did the only thing that I thought was reasonable, and had the leg amputated," Brian was saying, but Verity merely gave a simple affirmative in response, not really taking it in. "V!" Brian said, and Verity snapped out of her