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dw100Title: Jackson Pollock
Author: Trialia
Rating: K
Word Count: 100
Character(s)/Pairing(s): River, Amy, Rory, the Doctor (Eleventh)
Beta:sabaceanbabe
Spoilers/Warnings: N/A
River knows whose idea it was to play this game. It had to come from him.
She's standing in the doorway of a half-empty room, three people in front of her at different points in the space. The Doctor's half-hidden behind an old settee, Rory is on the far side of the room, a paint can in his hands, and Amy stands near the door, her body now turned towards River's.
They're all staring. She's not sure whether to scream or to laugh at the looks on their faces. She lifts a hand.
"Why is there paint in my hair?"
-fin (for now)
Author: Trialia
Rating: K
Word Count: 100
Character(s)/Pairing(s): River, Amy, Rory, the Doctor (Eleventh)
Beta:
sabaceanbabeSpoilers/Warnings: N/A
River knows whose idea it was to play this game. It had to come from him.
She's standing in the doorway of a half-empty room, three people in front of her at different points in the space. The Doctor's half-hidden behind an old settee, Rory is on the far side of the room, a paint can in his hands, and Amy stands near the door, her body now turned towards River's.
They're all staring. She's not sure whether to scream or to laugh at the looks on their faces. She lifts a hand.
"Why is there paint in my hair?"
-fin (for now)
