Dora Tonks is (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} polymorphic) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} vas_captio_rpg,@ 2009-05-25 19:40:00 |
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What: Running to burn off energy!
Where: Starting at the Museum
When: Afternoon
Rating: Low-ish?
Tonks was irritated, truth be told. This was mostly because there was someone trying to be her. Some people might have thought it was ironic, that the person who could be people was upset over someone trying to be her, but it wasn't that. She was new here and still had to build people's trust. How, on Merlin's beard, would that be accomplished by the subterfuge used by someone else?
Not only that, but Tonks did not use that much slang. Or, if she did, it was generally because she was upset. Still, thought the pink-haired woman as she made her way toward the museum, the slang could come in handy. They were going to need a code eventually. Jean was right about that. Maybe rhyming slang was the code they could use. Hair was in pigtails, thanks to the hairties that were left on her person, and bootlaces tied up tight. Wouldn't do any good to fall flat on her face while running. Then she was looking for the man everyone called the Doctor, who would be her running partner this afternoon. Safety in numbers, and she was able to meet yet another person. Both were excellent things.
This was her line of thinking as she headed up the road. And stumbled over a half-hidden rock in the road. "Pavement. Pavement would be ace, thanks." Said to no one in particular.