Tag: Hong Kong 1955

DOCTOR WHO | The female Doctor – it’s about back to Hell’s Bent………………………………

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Distantly The Planet Karn…….In the great Hall of the sisterhood……………..

 

One sister asked “Do we know anyone whom have killed Davros.. Is the Doctor?” the head Priestess of Karn, Ohila, very much aged now “no one knows at this time, if someone whom killed Davros.. Then it’s a blessing in disguise..  Where the Doctor is anyone guess… “  Replying back thinking back where he is, thinking back to that disgusted moment where the last time they’ve meet was on Galifery in where he’s about to do something that was totally out of his character in which she hated, in which that Doctor wasn’t him that the rules of self didn’t apply to him as at time Galifery was on verge of at the end of time, that been said, he pulled, extracted, saving his companion in which is his equal, she Clara Oswald was the female version of him, they were golden together..  Something dangerously together as the two was the prophecy of the hybrid. So that long time ago.. it wasn’t understandable, now it is.. Knowing that he was out of character then… in his shoes she’ll do the same..

 

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DOCTOR WHO | The female Doctor- that resuscitate kiss………………………..

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Those warm sunlight rays warming up my family’s ancient hall…. sun risen over Hong Kong 1955 landscape……………..

 

Thinking…………. Looking at the pad, thinking that is there, only an essence of him left inside that very dead body of his. Dropping the pad on the floor where my wet soaking white Qipao dress where it’s drowning, soaking wet out its surroundings… Looking hard in this face, all wrinkled up that feeling he’s more than several billion years old.as I studied his temple then looking into his eyes those eyes shows he’s been around for a very long time.. testing out if there’s life in him of what’s left, then started to lick his dead face with my tongue to see if he tasted dead or somethings there, as I looked into his eyes again.. Is he still in there…? Is he still in there… as those eyes look young, but old.. Has I opened his mouth like trying to resuscitate him….. Then began to kiss him, kissing him to see if he’s there or not… As I mouthed him, kissing him more… Thinking this moment I’m kissing a dead guy, or is he?   Has I mouthed him more… I raised one hand, one on his chest with those rose gold gauntlet has that chested gauntlet started to glow.. One hand started to glow as well.. But this time.. Going to see if this works.. The other hand raised in creating a amberish white stream hard in creating a portal as the hall glowed light massive lighten up lantern as I tried in getting that Elixir that I used to know that use to be in my family relics all those long time ago.. Knowing that I’ve almost ran out of my regeneration…. So I’m finding more to give, to regenerate this dead guy whom I’m kissing of more where my family relic used to be… somewhere kept, somewhere stolen on a Planet named Karn… Where that licking him before kissing him… noticed that his eighth have been there before also his twelfth been there before that lick, tasting his history of what was him also tasting traces of that Elixir he had…….

 

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DOCTOR WHO | The female Doctor- that Pad………………………………………

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As that Hong Kong 1955 mornings sunlight shone through those ancient Chinese frames windows win color stained hues……… 

 

Thinking this old guy that I pulled  right out from the pond, thinking forensically what could happened to him, only he was coldly murdered down, in that sense thinking I need to know can’t let the truth knowing to be untold.. Walking towards the old couch.. Looking at his wounds, his lifeless limped out body.. Thinking, then going through his jacket pockets… only find like a black leather pad, with some word distinctively on it written, reading on something like help on a language that I used to know from a long time ago………then the second word scratched mentally .. Me…………looking at that pad written.. Thinking something’s not right.. How’s that pad is seeming written fresh.. It’s freshly written.. Even though it can’t written from a dead man lying on the couched that I’ve dragged him onto only just several hours morning ago.. Looking at the pad.. It’s freshly written.. Thinking this is physic pad has I forensically studied it to the very indention of the writing that  I know long ago……………

 

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DOCTOR WHO | The female Doctor – what Grandfather taught long time ago………………..

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The sunrise rays touching that…. Hong Kong 1955 landscape…………..

 

Having getting into my suit, with placing the helmet on, the visor started lighting up with the language, the characters that I used to know… Then placing those pair of metal rose gold gauntlets on… then I though again of not using the helmet on, then removing the wearable visor that came with it then placing wearing like a pair of glasses, showing all the data on screen.. It’s been awhile since wearing it all those times ago………………Thinking back all those times ago how it first worked it out with my grandfather it was interesting to see how also what this suit can do, in which how grandfather taught me the in’s and out of his suit then it was accustomed to me.. As I wore this now I can sense what abilities he had with it long time ago…. A long time ago where he was known ….  In a place far where self-peace that wasn’t allowed to him, but this time he got his self-peace after all those years…

 

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DOCTOR WHO | The female Doctor- undressing into that EVA suit……………………………….

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Those morning Sunrise rays….. Hong Kong 1955……………………

 

Having taken out that accustomed EVA suit from long ago, a hand me down in which was like a family birthday present, thinking back then looking at the old relic chest, finding some tools, that comes with the EVA suit.. As I dragged out the EVA suit with the helmet with the visor light with a slight glowing amber light that says it’s standing by.. Out from the chest with the tools… That comes with it…  Then placing on an ancient table nearby of that old couch… Thinking out loud “let’s see if this works, it’s been a while that I wore this long time ago… “    Still feeling wet, with my soaking wet dress, also my long black hair… I reached my zip of my dress at the back I unzipped my soaking Qipao dress falling it on the cold pavement floor soaking it also my intimates also feeling strangely undressing in front of a dead man that I’ve hauled, dragged all the ways back from the pond to this hall, this hall of relics that has all of our past to how we got here… finding a ribbon nearby then pony tie my soaking wet hair tidy..  Thinking wondering if he’s watching me voyuering undressing dead…  thinking looking at him back, with a curious thought maybe he is, as a slight blushing though came along…

 

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