Well, what do we have here?
Hello. The name's Kara, but I'm guessing you knew that if you're here. I'll find you anything-- people, things, whatever. I get to name the price, though. Pay high enough and I'll look away from what you're doing with what I found for you. But you better be really sure of what you want, because if there's one thing I know-- it's that looks can be deceiving. ((Kara is an OC that will RP with anyone. I track the tag caughtinthenight))
theta-sigma-the-lonely-god has found the entrance to The Machine.

“Ouch!” Kara grunted as she was unceremoniously shoved into the police box. She began to pound on the doors. “Oi! Let me out!” She yelled. She banged her head against the door in frustration and began to work on the  handcuffs on her wrists. Suddenly, she froze. There was something wrong. She looked up.

Well, this was certainly no ordinary police box.

Her handcuffs forgotten, Kara set her back against the door and warily peered around. “Hello?” she called out. “Anybody there?”