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

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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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[info]jeopardysfriend
2009-08-05 04:36 am UTC (link)
"Oh, no!" Rose protested, shaking her head frantically. "Not for this dance! It's great, well, it's actually possibly the worst dance ever invented, but it's easy! You just stand in one place and move your arms like this." Rose demonstrated the arms out, hands up, crossing, right down to the butt wiggle which was a little more difficult to do when seated. But the fact that she did it, while seated, caused her to burst into giggles. As inappropriate as they might've been at the time, it felt really, really good. "And it's sung by this Latin band, Mexican, I think? Old guys and this whiny girl. Used to be the biggest thing at parties ever!"

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[info]polymorphic
2009-08-05 04:42 am UTC (link)
She stared. Honestly, the witch was just..staring. And burst into laughter. It was horrible and Tonks felt really bad about it. She was even trying to smother the laughter by covering her mouth, but it was the butt wiggle that slayed her.

"Do it again!" Requested excitedly as she tried to mimic what she just saw, arms out and slowly recreating the Macarena. Completely wrong her first time, but trying to recreate it all the same. Right down to the sitting-down wriggle. "This is popular at parties? Really?" Asked through another fit of inappropriate giggling. But good Merlin, it felt good.

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[info]jeopardysfriend
2009-08-05 04:48 am UTC (link)
It felt really, really good to laugh. Not holding it back, not trying to hide it, just letting it go. And maybe it was wrong, but why should it be? Ianto had made her laugh. So had Remy. They'd never laugh again, but her life couldn't stop turning for them. Instead, she'd do as the Doctor had asked in his message to her in the TARDIS-she'd have a fantastic life. For them.

"Typically, you're standing up to do it," Rose added as she repeated. "But I'm too lazy." Giggling, she had them both wiggling in time and she developed a stitch in her side from laughing. "Wait'll I show you the Electric Slide. That'll have to be for later, though, only one terrible party dance in a night."

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[info]polymorphic
2009-08-05 05:00 am UTC (link)
Later, Tonks would get a piece of advice quite like that. Something about the best way to honour the dead was to live, and love. Maybe some people thought it was wrong. But if that was what they had asked, then how could it be? So she continued laughing and smiling, glad to have found another friend even in dark times.

"I rather like the sitting down version. Much more fun!" Another last wriggle and then she was trying to settle down. But was still grinning. "I'll teach you a few wizarding dances in return. Like the Troll." Couldn't have been any better, or any worse, than the Electric Slide. As Tonks spoke, the colour returned slowly to white-blonde hair. Not extreme or bubble gum like normal. But pinkish.

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[info]jeopardysfriend
2009-08-05 02:20 pm UTC (link)
Rose was a bit fascinated by the hair colour changes, but she couldn't deny enjoying it. It was truly like nothing she'd ever seen before; Rose Tyler had seen quite a lot.

"The Troll?" she asked, laughter winning over the melancholy for the time being. "Oh, yeah, I think I can see that one. Lemme guess. Trolls are real." Maybe once she would've been surprised but she'd met Charles Dickens for Heaven's sake. In Cardiff with an alien who'd taken her there in a Blue Box. Really, it would take more than a troll and real magic to surprise her now.

"So this witch thing," she began, amusement creeping into her voice, "you do like...magic and stuff, then, right? Spells, potions, the like?" It was like watching a movie around here, honestly. Werewolves, witches...aliens. Oops.

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