Chains of Blood

[nichellem]

hello! and with my approved power....i create

Chains Of Blood!
years ago cybermen and Dalek attacked the earth from across the void and a young girl lost her parents. this is the story of her life after escapeing a dark past, a past which is about to create what she fears the most.

I need a Tenth Doctor (please? *cute eyes*)

I will play the minor villan, a lady called Narissa Millers. she is my characters aunt and is a very dangerous woman.

Need a majot villan manipulateing the minor and i also need people to join the fun as help in defeating evil.

Allyons-y!

[nichellem]

Delete Delete Delete everynight these words would echo in the mind of a young woman as she tried sleep.

Every night she would wake up screaming.

Tonight was no different for Nichelle Millers.

A young blond woman with green eyes stood in a blue night gown in an apartment kitchen drinking tea. " again with that dream...and its happening more and more..." she grips the cup tightly " no don't think about that, you have to go to work at the cafe and to the Culinary school after that. there is no time for this."

later after the sun rose the same young lady was out and dressed in a simple cafe worker uniform as she ran past a few bus stops with people waiting to go to work.
"Ahhh gotta love mornings in London..." she nurmured while passing a curious looking blue box.

[Oracle]

Oracle pulled the collar up on her jacket to block out some of the wind, not that she didn’t like the wind it just she didn’t completely like the cold. She had been spending the last twenty minutes looking for a fairly vulnerable mark for a good pick pocket.

She spotted a blonde and couldn’t help but smirk a little “Prefect.” she back tracked enough to position herself for the pick. She speed up walking and bumped in the woman quickly searching for her wallet or anything that would be some form of wallet. “Sorry miss. I should watch more where my feet are taking me.”

Oracle walked passed and pocketed what she had nicked and looked around some for a good and quick exit strategy.

[nichellem]

Nichelle was more then a little shocked by the sudden bump but quickly tried to assure that it was ok. " i was not looking where i was either." But the stranger was gone, as was a ring her mother had given her. "oh she did not just... I don't have time for this!" With out thinking Nichelle was off running after the young woman. " Miss!...oh Miss!"

[Alec Harrison]

Alec Harrison- the Dark Lord, as he was known to all present company -sat back in his rather large and ostentatiously grey chair, forming a pyramid with his fingers. The Master, he could respectfully ignore for now. His attention was based on the woman standing before him. He wasn't going to try to bend his fellow Timelord to his will, though Ms. Narissa Millers was fair game. 

Not that she was subservient, no. But she was rather...loyal. Rather than acknowledging him as "You," or even "The Dark Lord," his title, she commonly adressed him with "My lord," or something like that. Possibly a side effect of the...mentalities that "Heinrich" had taught her? Either way, he knew he wouldn't have a turncoat on his hands.

"Now, to business," he said, as though regrettably.

His plan was to send Cybermen marching on an entire city. Destruction of the city was optional, but taking out though who ran it was a given. A single Raxicoricofallapatorian could, as they say in America, "Spoil the bunch." If he destroyed the city, what bunch was there to be spoiled.

The city was Austin, Texas.
"You will infiltrate the senate building, masquerading as 'Lauren Hunter.' From there, you will place a tracking signal on 'John Bunera' and my...infantry will take it from there."

John Bunera was dead. But his skin was being used by one of the Raxocoricofallapatorians. It was Alec's personal mission to take him out. 

And take him out he would.

[Oracle]

Oracle closed her eyes and fought off the urge to book it “run, run RUN!” taking a deep breath, popped her neck and turned around to face the girl while rolling the ring around in her hand. “Yes?” she took an involuntary step back “Look I’m sorry about bumping into you again.” she looked around making sure they weren’t drawing any undo attention.

[nichellem]

Nichelle knew there was a reason for the theft. everyone was living on hard times now. lots of stuff was happening these days. " look, Just give me back my ring and nothing gets carried away yeah?"
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Narissa sat bored to tears in her office as she looked over a new batch of data on the Cyberman project. Sure her new found Lord would be pleased with the findings, but she just could not give them to him until she had her key piece. she needed that blasted Niece of hers that ran off before she could get her ready for her plans. " just where could that little brat have run off to.."

[Oracle]

Oracle held up the ring “Oh you mean this ring?’ she smiled teasing the girl and rolling the ring over her knuckles “Pretty. Don’t worry kid don’t think I could of kept it anyway, no value.” she rolled it across her knuckles again before tossing it back to her.

[The Master]

The man known to the world as "Heinrich Mueller" steepled his gloved hands and watched as Narissa Millers departed on her mission.

He was pale, with sandy blond hair and close-cut blonde beard and moustache. His black suit fit loosely, and the coat seemed to move unaccountably at odd intervals.

"Dark Lord," he said coolly, "Has this 'John Bunera' offended you in some fashion? Must I remind you that I did not agree to this alliance to aid you in petty revenge?"

(OOC: Modified your post just a little, Dark Lord. I changed my mind about which Master to use.

Also, in case anyone needs a mental image, think Alan Rickman in Die Hard.

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[nichellem]

Nichelle caught the ring and held it close to her chest breathing in and out slowly. " to you it has no value. but i suppose, nothing has value to a theif when you get down to it." She turned away and walked off trying to keep her calm. she looked at a clock on a bank building she freaked out and yelled " oh great im late for work!"

~
Narissa rather detested haveing to go out and do the dirty work, but she knew that her neice would trust no one but family. And she of course was her aunt. Things would soon be all over and the world would have military perfection. they had promised that. " tch i owe my lord for finding some places that girl could hide...so first England."

[Oracle]

Oracle glared at the back of the girls head as she walked away, that was one of the reasons she wasn’t the biggest fan of humans they amused they knew everything about everyone or everything. She sighed, popped her knuckles and shook her head “No biggie.” she figured it would be a good idea to call it a day and get a cup of coffee or something.

[Alec Harrison]

"Gah, Bunera has done nothing to me. We're destroying him because he can cause problems in the future. I don't see the point in personal vendettas." he replied.

He stood up, brushing past the bearded Master as he walked out. He placed an attetion-grabbing hand on Narissa's desk.
"Don't be late, for your sake."

The Timelord brought two fingers to his forehead, then swinging them off in a salute to the Master.
"I'll see you when it's necessary." he deliberately ignored Narissa's as he exited the room.

[nichellem]

Narissa raised a brow and looked at the Master once before going back to mapping out her trip to england. this was going to be less then pleasent.
~~~
Nichelle Ran into the cafe in which she worked and apologized over and over till her boss told her to just stop and wait on tables. she moved quickly and began taking peoples orders for drinks and food. her mind darting back to the incident before she got in.

[The Master]

"Gah, Bunera has done nothing to me. We're destroying him because he can cause problems in the future. I don't see the point in personal vendettas." he replied.

"As long as we are agreed, then." He didn't bother returning the salute as the Dark Lord left the room.

His attention fell on Narissa. "What progress do you have to report? The cyberconversion program is essential to our plans."

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London...

There was a roaring, grinding sound, and a blue police box slowly faded into visibility. Nobody on the street seemed to pay it much mind, going about their business as if they hadn't even seen it. The door opened. A handsome black man in grey slacks and sport coat, and a white polo shirt stepped out. He paused, and stared at the box he had emerged from.

"Really?" he asked, poking the box. "They haven't used these things in decades, you know. Have you just developed an eccentric sense of humor?"

The box did not respond.

He locked the door, looked around, and decided that brunch would be first on the agenda. That cafe over there looked promising...

[Oracle]

Oracle shoved her hand into her pocket and pulled out a couple of “bucks” for a cup of coffee and flick the lint that came out with it with her thumb before she pushed open the door with her shoulder not looking around to see if there was anybody in the shop she knew...not that it mattered, most she knew where gone.

She walked up to the counter “Ya can I just get a black coffee please.” she tapped her foot for a second while the person got the order she gave, them the money and took the coffee, she raised the cup to say thanks “cheers.” she wandered over to a table near a window and set down propping her feet up on the chair across from her.