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OHFE: Tic, Tock, Trock (pt.2) Rhodie did feel better in these working overalls, though they were far too huge for her. Yes, now her outfit was far from steampunk female one, but this satisfied her (even machine oil smeared across her face was okay). Everyone in the gang was dressed in the "working fashion" now, apart from Shield (the "workers" needed a boss anyway): dirt-stained overalls, baggy shirts, large boots, working gloves almost reaching their elbows and far too huge caps hiding all hair. Besides, everyone had hankwrenches, hammers or other instruments sticking out of pockets, except the Doctor, whose sonic screwdriver, though being an obvious anachronism, fitted in the image because of its golden color.OHFE: Tic, Tock, Trock (pt.2) by CarryPhoenix
At first Rhodie feared that they would be cracked, but no. Even the Doctor's bowtie (oh yes, oh yes, he had refused to take it off) didn't cause any trouble - maybe because his shirt's collar was half-covering it.
"Behave as if you are at least in a tremendous hurry",
Time Bubbles: Trotting TroubleTime Bubbles: Trotting Trouble by CarryPhoenix
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Knock knock knock.
Knock knock knock knock knock.
Knock knock knock knock knock.
A short rumble followed from the window at the first floor (there had been more sound than action - it stayed solid), and tousled head of Thistles showed itself from it.
"Wha-what the blazes is going on here?.." the lad asked, unsuccessfully trying to suppress a monstrous yawn. The three winged youngsters outside next to his room's window were all holding different expressions - Killershot was smirking (it didn't even bother her that her one million thirty-first explosion had added blackish edges to her pale brown wings, the main was that it did kaboom and kabust), Star Shock was frowning (his thick black fringe reaching his now knitted brows increased this
Belongs to HeavenBelongs to Heaven by CarryPhoenix
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock. First chime, then second, and till the twelfth.
"Shut up", Tia Kyler murmured. This was a nasty night when she couldn't go to sleep from the start, and the clock distracted her even more. Midnight, the hour of devils and their servants, the eight-year-old thought. Just like in that tale she had been told once... But tonight her negative feelings were increased by offence.
Tia did have immunity for all the jokes and mockery and other types of tricks which could be thrown to her, but this time it had been too much. No, there hadn't been any humiliating, there had been too rational minds. And all because of weird things going on. Last night the alarm had woken everyone up, and it was Tia who had spotted a human figure in the window. But her family lived at ninth floor, and there are no such long-legged burglars... fine, no kidding. Anyway, the security camera had managed to catch a snapshot of that man outside.
OHFE: Tic, Tock, Trock (pt.1) No one quite knew where this police box had come from. A second ago there had been an empty street corner, and now it was adorned with this tall rectangular shape. Actually, it was a quite everyday thing, if not to count one trifle: it was blue instead of usual red or golden brown. However, no one gave it even a second glance, even when the door of this blue box creaked open, and a girl's head with chin-length dark hair partly clipped on the back of it poked out.OHFE: Tic, Tock, Trock (pt.1) by CarryPhoenix
"Hmm, I don't really like the smell of here", Alice Tyler mused and closed the door. "Petrol and machine oil... No wonder if the air here is all oily. Yuck".
"Could be worse". The Doctor glanced out too. "It's quite harmless. Usual city gases, these ones just have stronger smells, and this is all..."
"What are we doing here anyway?" Kaster Tyler asked, fiddling with the scanner in trials to see the full picture of the city. Judging by the snapshots, it was a mixture of New Yo
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