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Tweak says, "My lovely horse...."

theboywhowaited (theboywhowaited) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2011-10-29 03:56:00

Entry tags:

!open, molly suresh, rory williams

Who: Rory Williams and open
What: Sitting, lost, in the city, trying to understand the news from the PDA network.
Where: Near Colligo Mall
When: Early evening, before sunset
Rating: TBA
Progress: Ongoing

Rory sat against a step, watching aimless as bikes and passer byers shuffled on by. People he'd already asked and already gotten nothing from. Already just sort of blank, awkward looks, avoidances, or outright ignoring him altogether as they did their work or walked on by. He'd wandered for something up to a few hours and still hadn't made any headway in figuring anything out, not solidly at least; aside from the PDA. The PDA itself was still clutched, a little feebly, in one hand; the boy not looking at it anymore. Already a lot of this was difficult to take in.

'And we're a bit stuck here. Really. Tried leaving, doesn't work. But I rather like it here.'

It almost sounded….as if there was no plan. As if the Doctor had given up. Was that true? Rory wasn't one to believe in the Doctor like Amy, but he also wasn't one to believe the Time Lord ever give up. They’d been in the heart of a controlled TARDIS, light years away, and he’d come through. They’d been at the heart of the end of the universe and he came through for them. There was only one time he’d ever seen the Doctor give up, only once, and that hadn’t been like this. It had been desperate, a little shaken, a little silent. It had been on a beach, Silencio beach, in Utah.

He bowed his head, pushing the images back. Reality was Rory did have a kind of venerable belief in the Doctor, more so than maybe he should, and the entire situation was just a bit much. Not that Rory was any stranger to waiting. After all, he'd waited 2000 years before. He sighed, scrubbing his face hard with his hands, trying to work out the even far more difficult, pressing issue that he’d been trying to avoid in his mind; feeling far too overwhelmed and uncertain about everything to even focus properly. One would imagine that a roman soldier with those 2000 years of experience would deal better with news like all of this. But Rory was different. He was sentimental and one some might call kind and above all else, desperately fierce in his need to protect those he loved. Somehow 2000 years meant nothing in the face of news like this.

When he'd pictured a life, a family, he'd pictured it normal. He'd pictured a white picket fence and a doctorate degree and an Amy who was always complaining and teasing and punching him in his arm. He pictured a life where he cared for her, for a daughter or a son and mostly, he pictured doing everything he could to make them happy.

But River, had she been happy? He wasn't sure. She had been born, for tense and purposes, by the TARDIS if the Doctor and her were to be believed and even more pressing; she hadn't been raised by them. She hadn't had him as a father. What had happened? What could have happened that would allow him to abandon her like that? To give up on her, leave her behind? Had she been alone? Had she been desperately seeking out a family, a real parent, when all she got was him, an awkward Rory Williams who goofed off and fumbled; barely giving her much on a second thought as a clingy young boy? How exactly could he forgive something like that. How could he even bear it? She was his daughter, she was Mels, she was River, and yet what it came down to was whether or not he had been there for her.

And he hadn’t.

He couldn't deal with this. Not like this, not right now. Not with all of these thoughts spinning in his head. He paused, pushing his hands against his eyes, doing his best to reel the images, the feelings in, to get a hold of himself, a grasp of on his control. His hands shook as he pressed them firmly into his face; burying his head; oblivious for the moment and tuned out to the world around him, to his PDA, to everything else going on at all.

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theboywhowaited
2011-11-01 01:44 am UTC (link)

Rory looked up, startled out of his thoughts. His eyes fell on a girl he didn't recognize and already he hesitated, slowly lowering his PDA. "Uh...yea. Yea it kind of is..." The boy honestly had no idea where the girl had come from and honestly had no idea she had read over his messages. He hadn't entirely gotten the hang of this place or even the private message aspect of the network, nor seemed to have thought it out properly. Things were all happening so fast that he couldn't just stop the button on life and push replay, as much as he really needed to at this point.

He wasn't even sure he could trust the Doctor anymore, and it frightened him suddenly, how very real that thought was. But the instant it cropped up too, already something of that more fierce anger and loyalty pushed to the surface and without meaning to a slight smile caught light on his face. He was brought back to the days when he'd first joined the TARDIS crew all dashing against the universe full of vampires and time and dangers he wouldn't even have imagined during his play time with Amy as a child; the raggedy Doctor and Amelia Pond. Back then he hadn't trusted him either; seen right to the dangers and fought him and Amy almost every step of the way until the Time Lord managed to thankfully cure him of any hope of normal human sanity.

He had mistrusted the Doctor back then so entirely, before realizing just what it was he was doing. Helping people. And to Rory, that's all that had mattered. He was helping people and doing whatever he could to get there. Rory had gone to his death for that. And honestly, he still didn't regret it, even if he hadn't come back, he'd do it all over again.

The boy took a slight breath, seeming to pull himself back. "Uh...sorry. I'm Rory. Sort of...new here. Actually, you're the first person that's really...talked to me. Well. About...what's going on, I mean. Aside from...on this thing." And he offered the PDA up a little uncertainty, giving a bit of a forced smile that, despite his thoughts and memories, still held a lot of that strong weight against it.

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humanmapquest
2011-11-04 07:57 pm UTC (link)

Molly's small, kind smile remained as she nodded her head. It had been years since she'd first arrived in Colligo and yet she could still all too easily remember how lost and confused she'd felt the moment she'd left the library. It wasn't often that she dwelt on that time as she really preferred to think instead about all of the good that had happened for her here since then, but it was always nagging at her in the back of her mind whenever a new person showed up. Particularly someone who had received as much of an information dump about personal things as Rory had and especially when that same person hadn't received much else in the way of explanations beyond the personal things that he probably hadn't wanted to know in the first place.

"I'm Molly," she finally offered her name. "I've been here for a while now so if there's anything you want to know, feel free to ask and I can probably answer." She tipped her head slightly toward his PDA. "As far as the PDA goes, using it to access the network is a great way to get in touch with other people but..." She trailed off briefly, trying to think of a nicer way to say what she was thinking. She didn't want to just say that people tried too hard, or weren't very helpful at all some of the time. That seemed fairly harsh and very judgmental, which were both things she strove to avoid.

Finally she settled on a mild, "Sometimes the people can be a little too eager to explain things and don't always do it in a way that helps. At all." It still sounded a little mean but Molly was learning, slowly but surely, that there wasn't always a nice way to say something. There was, however, a difference between being honest and being cruel, and she always did her best to avoid the latter.

"Mind if I sit?" Her question was blurted out somewhat unexpectedly. Really, she'd meant to avoid asking for as long as possible but she was starting to feel a little on the spot, standing in front of him like she was about to give a lecture of the ins and outs of Colligoan society or something. Quickly she tacked on an out for him, though, asking, "Or would you rather be left alone for now?" Her tone was even, indicating she wouldn't be insulted in the slightest if he opted to go with that route, though she rather hoped he didn't. No one should have to go through this sort of transition alone.

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