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notethestripes (ex_notethest397) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-06-03 23:39:00

Entry tags:

active, day eleven, jack harkness, rose tyler

WHO: Jack Harkness, Rose Tyler
WHAT: More "girl" talk. Because things aren't going as they should be, dammit.
WHEN: Mid-day.
WHERE: Rose's room
RATING: TBA
STATUS: Active

When it came to Jack Harkness, there was no such thing as 'personal' space. At least, not when your name included Rose, Ianto or Doctor. As one was decidedly missing from their group, that meant two people were being subjected to one hundred percent of pure Jack. His eyes flicked towards the Labyrinth. He was getting ready to run it and knew he had support from the two, but somehow it didn't seem right to run the Labyrinth without the Doctor.

Soon, though. Soon they'd have to. Jack was reaching the stage of restless. Yes, it was fun to lollygag at the amusement park, but he still needed to do something. Be somewhere. Do something.

And so, Jack found himself at Rose's door. Yes, he should have gone to Ianto, but Jack was running out of ideas. Even before the dating hadn't been so much dating as doing work together after hours. Jack wasn't used to having to chase after somoeone. Usually, they came to him.

With a loud knock to announce his presence, Jack opened the door without waiting for her to give him entrance. "Rooose!" Jack sang out. "Guess whooooo!"

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plusone
2009-06-04 12:01 am UTC (link)

Rose glared at him. Narrowed her eyes, pouted her lower lip, crossed her arms in front of her, and glared. Arse. Well, literally, in this case. Well fine. She'd play Charades. Let him figure it out.

But as a girl raised in the nineties, she couldn't just let him get away with that! That was murder. "That's not Backstreet Boys, that's NSYNC! May as well sing Take That instead!" And then she froze. Bugger. That wasn't what she'd meant to do. There was her voice, clear and bright an annoyingy soprano, ringing out through her room as she scolded him. Glaring further, she smacked her forehead with the palm of her hand, then buried her face. "I hate you," she mumbled, though it came out as more of a purring hum.

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ex_notethest397
2009-06-04 12:06 am UTC (link)

A glare was a good reaction to get. He needed to get something out of her to make sure that she was okay and better to have a pissy Rose than a depressed Rose. Jack watched her for a moment, wondering if she'd correct his blunder. Yes, Jack knew who the Backstreet Boys were -- may have hated the music (though appreciated their harmonies), he still knew what they sang.

Just to spite her, Jack began humming 'Take Five' under his breath, scootching towards her but keeping the notebook tucked firmly under his arse. She wasn't going to get it that easily. "What do you know, she has quite the little voice. I'd call you a songbird if I didn't think I would get hit in a very painful place." Jack slid closer, dropping an arm around her shoulder. "You don't hate me."

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