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Rose M. Tyler (jeopardysfriend) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-08-02 23:59:00

Entry tags:

!dropped, day 17, location: theatre, nymphadora tonks, rose tyler

Who: ~~Nymphadora~~ Tonks and Rose Tyler
What: A real introduction that should've been a LOT happier
Where: Near enough to the theater
When: Day 17, early evening, about 5
Rating: PG...ish
Status: Active.

Yes, sure she'd told the Doctor she'd stay put. And for the most part, Rose Tyler had stayed put. It just turned out she was staying put by the theater, where the most gruesome show she'd ever 'watched' was playing out. When she'd finally left the museum that morning, she'd seen the monitor outside of it. And then she'd made her way slowly around the town to all of the others. But try as she might to get away from it, she couldn't stay away from the theater.

She couldn't stand there and watch, of course. It was too damn hard and it hurt too much. She'd only just met the man, it was ridiculous to hurt as badly as she did. But torture was something she couldn't accept, not for anyone. She rarely liked violence in general. And those screams... The pain they were in! How could anyone do that to someone and sleep the next night?

She couldn't stand there and watch, but she couldn't leave him alone, either. She needed to know that he had someone. Remy LeBeau had accepted her and been kind to her before he'd had a clue who she was. He'd offered her a safe place to sleep and the comfort of a friend. No, she wasn't going anywhere. Even if her heart broke everytime she heard the Cajun scream.

So it wasn't hard for her to find out when it was over. The screams had gone quieter. Too weak to continue, probably passed out from the intense pain. Rose had ventured out of her hiding place, a thatch of trees not far from the theater but far enough to not be involved in that gaggle of bystanders. One look at the monitor, and the dead bodies, was all she needed. Before she threw up or burst into hysterical sobs, she retreated back to her hiding spot. She slid down a tree and curled her arms around her bent knees, hiding her face behind them.

She'd felt this vulnerable before. One didn't get kidnapped by Daleks and not feel vulnerable. But death had never looked like such an obvious possibility before. And now? Oh, now it really, really did.

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polymorphic
2009-08-03 04:43 pm UTC (link)

It wasn't that Tonks thought she'd live forever. She harboured no youthful visions of immortality. Her generation and the one below her weren't afforded that relatively normal thought process. The generations in war never were. But even with her job and the increase of battles, never had she felt more at risk. After being horrifyingly glued to the monitor by the chemist's, watching a girl being forced to-- No, don't think about it Nymphadora. It was enough to drain all the colour out of the normally vibrant woman. But after seeing the horrible outcome, she needed to get away. Needed to walk. No, she needed to run.

Running was what she did. She ran from the chemist's, past other landmarks, and finally stopped to really catch her breath at a batch of trees nearby what she later would recognise as the theatre. She leaned on a tree, trying to catch her breath. That was a bit difficult to do when one was trying to catch it both from running and trying not to throw up. That was when she saw the balled up form of someone else. Moving over carefully, she just sat with the stranger and hesitantly reached out to touch her shoulder. Sometimes, you just needed other people.

Sometimes, Tonks just needed other people, anyway.

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jeopardysfriend
2009-08-03 05:35 pm UTC (link)

Rose knew she must look a right mess. All dirty and grimey and now tear-streaked and probably snotty, too. Which was the least of her concerns as she glanced up at the person who'd taken the spot beside her. The good news was, she looked almost as ragged as Rose felt. If that could be considered good news.

Taking a deep breath, Rose managed the barest hint of a smile as she unfolded herself a bit. How long had she been sitting there? Ten minutes? An hour? God only knew. Her ears were still filled with the screams coming from that monitor, and she couldn't tell how long it'd been since they'd been silenced. Not long enough. They never even should have happened. Shannon, Ianto...she'd seen the list. She'd seen most of the monitors. Why?

"Some day we're having here in Weirdo Land," Rose offered weakly to the other girl. Pretty enough, but just as hurt and sad and probably scared as she.