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Tweak says, "You are beautiful."

Rose M. Tyler (jeopardysfriend) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-07-14 01:57:00

Entry tags:

!complete, day 15, location: thrift store, remy lebeau, rose tyler

Who: Rose and Remy
What: Discovering that the kidnap/experiment wasn't just a bad dream
Where: The Thrift Store
When: 12:54 PM, Day 15
Rating: PG
Status: Complete!

The first thing Rose noticed upon regaining feeling in her body was the cool chill of the air. Her first thought was that she was home. Not where she wanted to be, not fighting those Daleks as she'd originally intended, but home at least. Mum wouldn't believe her, and Mickey would likely blog about what she'd told him, but there you had it. Then she could get back to the task at hand. Figuring out what to do with her life knowing the Doctor and Jack were out there fighting for theirs.

But as her eyes slowly opened, she knew instantly that wasn't the case. She wasn't warm in her bed, nor was she on her front walk. This wasn't even London. Rubbing her eyes, Rose attempted to focus on getting her vision back. What she saw was appalling. A ghost town. That was the first thing that came to her mind. And she was slumped by a building. Well, at least someone had the courtesy to set her upright instead of letting her head lay in the dirt.

She didn't even try to stand up. Everything felt weak, weaker even than when she'd woken up next to old crotchety whatshisface. Instead, she pulled her knees up to her chest and glanced around, trying to figure out where she was or if anyone knew what was going on. According to Dr. House man, they didn't, but surely there couldn't be a whole city where no one...

Well, alright, maybe there could. They'd found entire planets where no one had a clue. Cities should be obvious.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-07-14 06:41 am UTC (link)

The poor girl had been leaned near the door of the thrift store, and the Cajun had ended up there, taking a detour on his way back to his barn, so he could snag every single pair of sheets, and every single blanket in the entire shop. He'd even grabbed a hat (very seventies, very retro) as well, and a brightly colored scarf to go with it. They, of course, had all been stuffed into two pillow cases, both of which he was carrying as he came up to the doorway and noticed that girl. She certainly hadn't been there when he'd come inside.. and that was a very creepy thing indeed. They had snuck a girl in right under his nose. And she seemed to be waking up. He waited silently as he watched her, from his spot just a meter behind her, eyebrows raised as she seemed to realize where she was.. and finally, he was stepping out of the shop and setting down his two loot-filled sacks.

"You mus' be new. I usu'lly know when uh pretty fille jus' show up. 'Dey mussa brough' you here jus' f' me." It was clearly a tease from the tall, thin man who'd come to stand a step from her right. He was about six one, maybe a buck seventy. Not lanky, but rather.. lithe. There were clearly muscles under his clothes-- those worn jeans, his button-down shirt, and the Doctor's brown trench coat. Heavy duty boots adorned his feet but he loved them dearly and refused to rid himself of them. Not until he wore them into the ground. But at least he was handsome.. no, really.. better than handsome. He was gorgeous, with that strong jawline and his longish red hair-- but the thing she'd notice most, were his eyes. Those red-on-black eyes. Everyone noticed them first.

But he was extending a partially gloved hand down to her (only two fingers were exposed, the pointer and pinky, leaving the rest covered up in the dark leather). "T'in's gonna be confusin' non? Usu'lly, 'de new people, 'dey show up in groups. See like 'dey tryin' somet'in' new." Once he had her up on her feet, he was smiling again and pushing cold hands back into his pockets. It was, after all, too cold out for the Cajun. Anything below fifty was way too cold.

"M' Gambit, an' you in Vas Cap'io. 'De glass box. Ain' no way ou'. You stuck here, sorry, chere. Bu' I be happy t' show you 'roun'. Meet some 'de ot'er people stuck here. No' all 'dem gonna be han'some as me, 'dough." He warned with a brilliant, charming smile, lifting his eyebrows as he did, and leaning in just a little closer. "Wha's your name?" Remy.. if the Doctor found you flirting with this one?

He'd take your head off.

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jeopardysfriend
2009-07-14 02:34 pm UTC (link)

But Rose had no idea of the Doctor's whereabouts. Either of them, actually. And she wouldn't even recognize the brown trench her rescuer was wearing. A bit sad, in the long run, but she was too dazed at the time to notice.

After the harrowing morning she'd had, Rose might've had every right to snap at the stranger. But with that charming smile and eyes that seemed to look right into her, why would she? It was a bit like meeting Jack all over again, only with a rather atrocious accent. How was she supposed to get an idea of where she was if every single person she met had a different accent?

But the more she listened to him talk, the more she found she enjoyed the sound of it. Okay, so that might've had something to do with him being so open and willing with information, versus Dr. Smartass who she'd felt she had to yank his nails out with pliers to get a word out of him. She listened carefully, trying not to be distracted by less-than-human eyes and hair a girl could easily picture running a hand through. She had to get a grip on herself. She was being ridiculous.

Allowing him to help her to her feet, Rose smiled as she tested various body parts, making sure everything was still working. Her smile was bashful as she looked up at him. Gambit, he'd said his name was? Curious. Maybe she was on some other planet and Dr. Smartass just hadn't known. "I'm Rose," she offered, pushing a few stray strands of hair behind her ear. She must look an awful mess after that crazy morning. "I... Don't know how long I've been here, actually. I was just...I think it was just..." How to explain she had no recollection of time? But the beautiful stranger--ooh, that was a Madonna song--seemed to know that she had no idea.

"Stuck here? Are you kidding me? I have... I can't be. There's something important..." Maybe this was the work of Daleks. Trying to prevent her from getting back to the Doctor. Though how she'd help him, she still had no idea. Or maybe they just wanted her away long enough for them to get inside the TARDIS, still parked outside the Powell Estates. "Ugh." There really wasn't much else she could say. Frustrated, Rose sighed and looked up into those unusual eyes. "I wish I could say it was a pleasure, Gambit, but..." She shook her head, fighting tears that threatened. "Wish it were under other circumstances. How do you know so much? How long have you been here?"