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April 15th ,
A beautiful day by most people's standards. The weather was warm enough to not need a coat, and yet, not so uncomfortably warm to need to wear shorts and short sleeved shirts. People went about their daily business with ease and freedom from most cares, with exception of the caring about their jobs that most were in a bit of a hurry to get to. This hurry, despite the laziness of the day, was what let the event to pass through the midst of most people's minds. Far in the country-side, though still within view of the city, there was a falsh of light and a distinct whirring, sort of struggling noise of something mechanical. From affar, there would only be something of a blue blip crashing down from the sky. Any closer and one would find a rather rectangular shape to it. But within the vicinity of maybe thirty or so feet, one would see it to be a rather old style, English era, Police Call box, something that should have never been in the air in the first place. The event for most in the city only lasted but a second or two, but if seen in the open, The box looked out of control as it twisted and turned while falling, as if floundering for stability. Within only three feet from the ground, it was able to right itself and settle, but even so, the impact seemed quite a bit on the rough side, despite the box having nary a scratch upon it.
As the dust settled, the door of the box opened, a thick black smoke emerging as well as a woman, skin shimmering in the faintest as she fell to the ground, coughing violently, thick redish brown hair covering over the sides of her face as she lay on her stomach, trying to breathe properly. Once calming, this taking a good five to ten minutes, the woman stood up, albiet shakily, and checked herself over.
"Head... Two arms, Two legs.... A chest....?" she shuddered slightly in connection to hearing her own voice, raspy, but still identifyable as feminie. As the final check, she pulled a bit of her hair into view to examine its color.
"For bloody Christ's sake! So close! Never ginger!" After that outburst, she was forced to stop speaking as coughs raked her body, causing her to fall back against the blue box she had emerged from. In all this time, she had been paying no mind to any of her surroundings, despite being a little twitchy and paranoid from anyone's first glance.
A beautiful day by most people's standards. The weather was warm enough to not need a coat, and yet, not so uncomfortably warm to need to wear shorts and short sleeved shirts. People went about their daily business with ease and freedom from most cares, with exception of the caring about their jobs that most were in a bit of a hurry to get to. This hurry, despite the laziness of the day, was what let the event to pass through the midst of most people's minds. Far in the country-side, though still within view of the city, there was a falsh of light and a distinct whirring, sort of struggling noise of something mechanical. From affar, there would only be something of a blue blip crashing down from the sky. Any closer and one would find a rather rectangular shape to it. But within the vicinity of maybe thirty or so feet, one would see it to be a rather old style, English era, Police Call box, something that should have never been in the air in the first place. The event for most in the city only lasted but a second or two, but if seen in the open, The box looked out of control as it twisted and turned while falling, as if floundering for stability. Within only three feet from the ground, it was able to right itself and settle, but even so, the impact seemed quite a bit on the rough side, despite the box having nary a scratch upon it.
As the dust settled, the door of the box opened, a thick black smoke emerging as well as a woman, skin shimmering in the faintest as she fell to the ground, coughing violently, thick redish brown hair covering over the sides of her face as she lay on her stomach, trying to breathe properly. Once calming, this taking a good five to ten minutes, the woman stood up, albiet shakily, and checked herself over.
"Head... Two arms, Two legs.... A chest....?" she shuddered slightly in connection to hearing her own voice, raspy, but still identifyable as feminie. As the final check, she pulled a bit of her hair into view to examine its color.
"For bloody Christ's sake! So close! Never ginger!" After that outburst, she was forced to stop speaking as coughs raked her body, causing her to fall back against the blue box she had emerged from. In all this time, she had been paying no mind to any of her surroundings, despite being a little twitchy and paranoid from anyone's first glance.