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![User Image - Blocked by "Display Image" Settings. Click to show. User Image - Blocked by "Display Image" Settings. Click to show.](https://graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) Soft receding steps from a dirt floor gave the man a pause as he pushed up his glasses to the bridge of his nose, waiting for a second, placing a finger on the rim of the glasses as he scanned the area, 'this isn't anything as I had imagined earlier, London is absolutely gorgeous!' thought the man happily as he let his finger drop from his glasses to the pockets of his windbreaker. He felt at peace, regardless of the different climate and area, this place was wonderful. His gaze was brought up to a clear blue sky as he gaze din awe at Big Ben. What a lovely clock tower, how large and intimidating, a perfect recipe for respect and reverence.
But now wasn't the time to enjoy small pleasantries, the man had decided it well enough as he picked up his pace as he walked down the streets, his Western attire gaining sudden looks of question of why a man dressed in such...strange garb was in London of all places. He, too wondered that at times himself. What was he doing here? There were no people to socialize with, there certainly weren't any bounty boards last time he checked, so why was he here? For the mere purpose of 'small pleasantries'. He smiled to himself as he slipped his thumb through the small crevice between the belt and his coat as he whistled in oblivious delight striding through the town like some tourist. Maybe, if he was lucky, he would get a native of the place asking him if he needed directions. That certainly turned his mood up as he respectably refused but thanked whomever had asked.
He recited Shakespeare in his free time, like now especially. "A rose by any other name would smell as sweet!" he proclaimed as he waltzed through the town square, seating himself on a nearby bench as he laid one leg over the other nonchalantly and pulled out his trusty Sniper Rifle, whom he had named Julietta. He felt his gloved fingers slide over the grooves of the gun's frame. He smiled again, this weapon had never failed him before. Providing head shots like chickens laying eggs, it never failed. Only the time of great fear was when he had no bullets to use.
Another English passerby glanced at Clive worriedly, pulling his coat closer to him as he hurried his pace past the ill-worn man. Clive didn't mind however, he was glad not to be questioned, it pitied him so that so many English natives wouldn't have at least suspected Clive to be English himself, his nose, face shape and bodily qualities all pointed to him being English himself. Maybe it was the clothes.
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2012 6:13 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2012 6:23 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2012 6:37 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2012 7:03 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2012 7:19 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2012 7:45 pm
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"looks just like you" he said as he put the picture down and looked at her before breathing in deeply "anyway, i think we should see what we can find out here ... i know the Master's here, he always is" he said as he walked out of her TARDIS and looked at the area surrounding them. He knew his greatest enemy was here, it was as if the Doctor could never be anywhere without his counterpart, his Moriarty to his Sherlock it seemed. but it wasn't just him, he felt ... something ... it was as if in all his years fighting evil, he could feel it, he could sense evil "something's wrong"
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"There are worlds out there were the skies are burning, where the sea is asleep and the rivers dream. Hills made of smoke and cities made of song. Somewhere there's danger, somewhere there's injustice, and somewhere else the tea is getting cold"
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 5:30 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 11:06 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 12:58 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 1:12 pm
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