Jenny
15 April 2009 @ 10:59 am
 
He still hasn't learned.

The idiot.


5th-regeneration!master!verse
 
 
Jenny
15 December 2008 @ 09:44 pm
Time flew by when you were having fun. A ridiculous Earth saying, perhaps, but one that remained applicable to the scenario. On the nine month anniversary of their meeting, the Master had treated Jenny to a particular special lesson.

Scaramouche, perhaps, wasn't the bright centre of the galaxy, but it certainly made for a good playground. A starting point for a young bird attempting to stretch her wrings; too remote for the Doctor or any other goody-two-shoes to take notice. But not so poor that it didn't have its worth. Gold, to be exact. And an efficiently managed mining operation of the element.

Jenny had taken pleasure in implementing the plan, step by step, with her Master on the wings to instruct and watch. That the Scaramouchens were humanoid, descendant from an Earth-based group of colonisers eons ago, made the task even easier. Worming her way into the king's circle had been easy; the poor, orphaned girl that everyone took pity on. Forging the documents in his hand declaring her sole heir to his estates just as.

And killing him. Killing the elderly fool had been the best part. They fucked that night for the first time in weeks, a delightful sort of fuck that only blood lust could spur.

Two weeks later and rumours of dissenters had reached her throne. With a sigh, she rested her head on her hand - elbow resting on the arm of the throne chair. She looked in the Master's direction as their messenger left the room, almost anticipating the newest lesson.
 
 
 
Jenny
04 December 2008 @ 06:18 pm
he following questionnaire is based on research and experiences of socialised psychopaths. For each trait, decide if it applies to the person you suspect may be a socialised psychopath, fully (2 points), partially (1 point) or not at all (0 points).

The questions )


A score of 25 or above suggests strong psychopathic tendencies. This does not mean the person is a potential mass-murderer: socialised psychopaths are not mad, nor do they have to resort to violence. Even so, a close professional or emotional relationship with a socialised psychopath is likely to prove a damaging experience.


Only a 24. Is that still acceptable, Master?
 
 
 
 
 
 
Jenny
03 October 2008 @ 11:04 pm
Write a letter to someone you betrayed.

Dear Dad,

I really hope that you get this letter. He said that if I left it on Earth with Martha that she'd make sure you'd get it. I didn't realise he knew her, too, but that's okay. I got to go to Earth, finally! Even if it was only for five seconds to drop off this note at Martha's flat. Did you get it? Will you write me back? Please say you will, Dad. I've missed you and I have so much to tell you.

I don't even know if I'll have enough space on this sheet of paper!

Maybe, I think, the most important part is that I'm alive. I'm very much alive, in fact, and well on my way to becoming a Time Lord, well, Lady because I am female. I found a teacher and he's been really helpful so far. I've had lessons in piloting a TARDIS and what time is and the history of Gallifrey. And Earth, but that's mostly my idea because there seem to be so many humans out there. I like reading about the Greeks, so far, especially the Spartans and the Athenians. Then there are the other lessons, too. About pain and pleasure and how brilliant it is to be Gallifreyan.

I think I love him, Dad. I didn't know I was capable of loving someone like that until I met him. It's such a brilliant feeling. I'd do just about anything to please him, kind of like with you. But, um, it's different, too, because of... I don't really know how to explain it, actually.

There was also... there... please don't be made with me, Dad. I also killed a guard five days ago. Two, actually, and an impostor. It was the impostor trying to kill him, my teacher, and the other two got in the way and, well, I did feel bad. I felt absolutely horrible. But I saved his life and that's what counts in the end, isn't it? Saving the life of the man I love? I know you said killing infects you and that there are other ways but I swear to you, Dad, this time there wasn't. But it doesn't matter. They were just Trakenites and wouldn't even be around in a couple of decades, anyway.

The page is starting to run low in space and I have so much more to tell you. I miss you a lot and I can't wait till I can find you again! And when I do, I'll be a full and proper Time Lady and you'll be so proud.

Love you, Dad!
Jenny
 
 
Jenny
24 September 2008 @ 07:51 pm
She had slept better than she ever had that night, feeling almost safe and content in the room that the TARDIS had picked out for her.

It was a lovely room, the sort that inspired a smile the moment she walked inside it. Carpeted in deep red from wall to wall, the fabric felt soft on her feet. There was a lovely large bed all to herself and a wardrobe filled with clothing of varying colours and material that she had never even seen before. It was so much better than that daft shuttle of hers, better than anything she had ever possessed. And that shower. Oh that shower.

Not only had she slept better than she had ever before that night, Jenny had also fallen asleep the instant her head touched a pillow.

The next day seemed to come quicker than she had ever expect it. As an artificial light filtered the room, excitement filtered her heart. They were going on a trip today, weren't they? Her first trip through time and space! Jenny giggled, jumping out of the bed

Normally, it would have been easy enough for her to ready herself for the day. Hair pulled back in a tail, simple choice of clothing. But today? Right now? Oh, there were so many choices. How could she ever chose what would please him the most?

Another laugh escaped Jenny at the thought. Was she really dressing to impress him?

Yeah, it turned out as she began to rifle through her options. Yeah, she was.
 
 
Jenny
23 September 2008 @ 07:38 pm
Talk about a promise you've broken.

It was an extravagant room, the room he gave her on the TARDIS. Her own room, the first of the sort that she had ever owned if you didn’t include the shuttle she had commandeered. And she liked it. Oh, she loved it. It was far better than the cramped quarters she had glimpsed on Messaline and far better than anyone else’s bedroom that she had ever seen (all of two, accidentally while cutting through houses to escape a trio of angry mobsters on Stars’ End).

But this room? It was luxurious, decadent even. Not quite as fascinating as his bedroom, but completely made up for by the fact that it was hers. Hers, he said, to do with as she liked. To entertain her own visitors in, to relax, to practice the lessons he taught her within. It hadn’t cost much, this room with the luscious scarlet carpet (the colour of Gallifreyan blood she had noted with a sardonic laugh) and the king-sized bed just as perfect for fucking as his was. It hadn’t cost much at all.

It had only cost a promise and not even a promise made to any particular individual. )
 
 
Jenny
19 September 2008 @ 09:27 pm
The second Jenny had heard about ribbon-devices in passing, at a seedy little bar where she had been hoping to hire a mercenary or two, she knew without a doubt that she had to have one for herself. Such a simple and elegant weapon sounded too good to be true, and her Master, oh how he would love it.

Another step towards her path to goddess-hood. A step that she knew would be fully and brilliantly rewarded.

It hadn't been difficult to get herself situated in Osiris' outpost on the mining planet Anon. At first she had found it ridiculously arrogant - who would ever name themselves after a group of beings that almost nearly rival the Time Lords in power? She had laughed and scorned, reminding herself how easily it could be to manipulate cockiness like that.

Oh, this would be fun!

So there she was, entering her second week as a disgusting slave waiting on disgusting Goa'ulds who couldn't even maintain power without being dependent on a host. But tonight was the night. Tonight Osiris would be here and her keeper's mind had been so easily manipulated into picking Jenny to serve tonight.

She had put the most in her appearance: hair down and curled, make up carefully applied to her face, tight fitting gold bodice clutching her curves with a semi-transparent scarlet silk skirt that swished as she walked. Seduction as the master taught her was easy enough, and she had seen other passing Goa'ulds pick slaves for fun. The Master had taught her well, taught her how to use her every advantage.

Jenny knelt, head bent, as she waited for this so called god to enter the chamber.