Rose M. Tyler (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} jeopardysfriend) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} 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.