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Hello! You've reached Donna Noble! I can't answer the phone right now, but you know what to do. Leave me a message and I'll get back to you as soon as possible!

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Donna's divorce had finally come through. It was a short-lived marriage. Doomed before it had even begun. Donna had received a lottery ticket on her wedding day. To this day she still didn't know who had left it with her Grandad for her - and she wasn't sure if she wanted to smack them or hug them. That night she had won 23 million pounds - triple rollover. Talk about a stroke of good luck; she was overjoyed. What better way to start married life than with a heap of cash in the bank?

Apparently what they say is true - money can't buy you happiness. Donna was quick to realise that with 23 million pounds in the bank Shaun was a lot less interest in her and a lot more interested in her bank account. She figured that maybe it was just excitement, after all, neither of them had ever had very much money, it was an exciting time. But when the impulse buying didn't seem to stop Donna began to see it wasn't just the initial excitement.

She had barely touched a penny of the money for herself. She had paid off the mortgage on her mum's house and had treated herself to a few pairs of shoes and a few outfits. And she had browsed a few house sites looking for a love nest. But in the same amount of time Shaun had blown money on expensive casino trips with his mates, a motorbike, new gadgets, champagne parties and other needless things. Donna was all for having a good time, but it seemed that once Shaun got with his mates she became invisible. When he bought a yacht despite not liking water, she drew the line and filed for divorce.

It was a long, slow, tedious process. And Shaun fought tooth and nail to try and get his hands on half her money. In the end the judge ruled that he wasn't entitled to a penny because lottery winnings were not "matrimonial property". She left him with his yacht and his motorbike and their crappy rented apartment and she moved back in with her mum and grandad until she could look for a place of her own.

What she needed, she decided, was a night out. A nice, normal night out so she could just forget about all the drama back home and just relax. She phoned Veena, and agreed to meet in the pub at seven.

That was two and a half hours ago. Veena hadn't shown, just sent a text to say she couldn't make it. Great. Just what Donna needed. She could've called Nerys, but that was probably worse than sitting alone. And that is how she came to be sat at the bar cradling a glass of wine and a bag of pork scratchings; and most likely verging closer to the side of drunk rather than sober.
noblexcompanion: ([ DONNA ] ♦ talk for hours)
One day Donna was determined to phone Dean for something that didn't involve monsters. Maybe a chat or a drink. Anything that didn't involve the killing of and/or almost being killed by monsters. That day was not today.

She pulled out her phone and dialled Dean's number. As usual she got his voicemail. She knew that one of these days she was going to leave a message and it'd never get heard because he would be dead or something. It was hardly the safest of careers, after all.

"Hi, Dean. It's me. I know, I know. I only call when I want something, typical woman. I'm in the hospital, don't worry, I'm not dead, yet. Just a little beat up. See, there were these deaths and it sounded pretty vampy so I came to check it out. And I found one, and it attacked me - don't worry it didn't bite me. But it was pretty weird, see, it had the fangs but it also had this weird spike thing on it's wrist. Well, I beheaded the bastard before it could kill me, but I dunno, the deaths don't seem to've stopped.

Give me a call if you can?" She also left the details of her location, just in case.
noblexcompanion: ([ DONNA ] ♦ takes flight)
Saying goodbye to Kassia was one of the hardest things Donna had had to do. If ever she had a daughter of her own she hoped she'd be just like Kas. Being around her triggered all those deep rooted maternal instincts Donna tried so hard to hide. In fact, part of her had been more than a little tempted to stay behind with Kassia on Scallite VI to keep her company and help her adjust. She had contemplated the idea more than she cared to admit. Probably best not to tell the Doctor and the others. But even as they were in the TARDIS and ready to go she wondered if she was making the right choice...

With a sigh she settled in the jump seat watching the screen. "So then... Where to now? What's first on the giant list of botch ups to fix?" Her tone was light, but inside her heart was breaking. Typical Donna, hiding all her pain behind a smile and a laugh.

She knew soon enough she would have to say goodbye to Rose and John too and her heart would break that little bit more. And she couldn't help but fear that once everything was back to normal that she would be forced to say goodbye to the Doctor and return to Chiswick. That thought alone was enough to make her chest clench and her breath catch in her throat. It would be the hardest goodbye of all.

"Where to? When? And who do we get to schmooze with?"


Jan. 21st, 2013 01:45 am
noblexcompanion: ([ DONNA ] ♦ oi! you what?)

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noblexcompanion: ([ DONNA ] ♦ talk for hours)
It had been awhile since Donna had been in touch with Dean. She was still no closer to tracking down the Doctor and getting back to her own page on the calendar. She was beginning to think that maybe she would be stuck here forever. It wasn't so bad, but she missed her grandad, and she missed the Doctor.

She threw herself into researching the weird and the supernatural. And she was getting quite good at wiping out vengeful spirits all by herself - and so far she had avoided being arrested!

Of course, she still found herself reaching for the phone to call Dean when she came across something she wasn't sure about. And like other times she got his voicemail. She knew one of these times she'd probably hit a deadline, but for now she was just thankful she could leave a message.

"Dean, hi. It's Donna. Look, I'm in Maine and there's been some weird deaths going on. All the victims have like puncture marks and they've been drained of blood. I've been looking up on the web on conspiracy sites and weird creature sites and I know I'm going to kick myself for asking this but... are vampires real?"
noblexcompanion: ([ DONNA ] ♦ a worried woman)
It had been two months since Donna had said goodbye to Dean outside of the motel in the back of beyond after they had laid a vengeful spirit to rest. Two months, and she was still no closer to finding the Doctor. It was almost as though he'd disappeared from reality. A thought that scared her to the core.

She had invested in a laptop and had been looking into a number of weird and bizarre things. Mostly conspiracy theories. After all, wherever there was trouble, there was likely to be the Doctor. And it had worked the last time she had tried to find him. Of course, it had taken her a year of searching and investigating to do it.

Her latest investigations had led her to Woodruff, Utah, but it was like nothing she had ever seen before. She debated for some time whether or not to try calling Dean. She had found herself often wanting to call him, but always chickened out. But now, she wasn't sure what choice she had. Eventually she gathered the nerve to dial the number he had left her with. She half expected it to be a dead number, after all, Dean seemed the sort of guy to change his number regularly. But it rang and she got the voice mail of one 'Erik Turner', yet even with the fake name she totally recognised the voice.

"... Dean, it's Donna - I don't know if you remember me but I could really use your help." She paused for a second, biting on her bottom lip before continuing. "Do you know anything about black smoke monsters? Call me..."


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