Rose Tyler Will Defend the Earth (plusone) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2012-06-05 10:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | abby maitland, peter vincent, rose tyler |
Who: Abby Maitland, Rose Tyler, and Peter Vincent
What: The Master put the wrong trio together...they're busting out of here!
When: Some time Tuesday
Where: A warehouse on the outskirts of Lawrence
Warnings: Language, adult situations, brief nudi--wait.
All right. Enough was enough.
Rose was tired of being held captive. She was exhausted, she was hungry, and she was worried. Knowing who was behind the latest spree of insanity in Lawrence was bad enough. Knowing that his intended target included her fiancee and two of her closest friends? No, thank you. Never mind that the people most important to her were in danger every minute. She just hoped someone had the sense to figure out the Master was behind it and keep the Complex safe. She wasn’t happy about being unable to get to them to help. She’d had it. And she knew Abby and Peter had, too.
Oh, there were two interesting developments. She wondered if tossing the man nearly identical to the Doctor in with her had been intentional or not. Either way, it had been awkward, yes, at first. But, like with Abby and the whole Kim situation, survival came first. The little ragtag team of captives needed each other whether they liked it or not. And Rose had quickly come to find that she liked both of them, really. Which was bad for the Master and his little team of brainwashed minions. Because with more time to talk and get to know each other, they’d learned each other’s strengths. And they had plenty. And these three? Were getting the hell out of dodge.
Before Peter had arrived, Abby and Rose had plenty of time to search the place top to bottom. But apparently the three of them combined were too much for the team of idiots holding them there. With all the kicking, fighting, and struggling, they’d earned themselves restraints, making them sore on top of everything else they were dealing with.
But clearly, they didn’t know what the trio did. And with any luck, restraining them made their watch on the doors out front a bit more lax.
“What do you think?” Rose asked out loud, trying feebly for the nineteenth time to get the bonds off of her hands. “Have it in you?” This was what Peter did. If he couldn’t get loose, then they probably really were screwed.
Peter hid a wince, twisting his wrist to try and get his fingers into a better position. The angle was awkward, but there was just enough give for him to move his hands. “Hang on a fucking second,” he grunted. He was hungry, thirsty, tired, and he hurt fucking everywhere. Moreover he was stroppy from a lack of alcohol and nicotine for the past several days. The metal cuffs biting into his skin weren’t helping his mood any either.
He growled, rolling his shoulder and feeling along the edges of the restraints. It was a chain-link, rather than hinged, so that was good news - chain gave more range of movement. He felt along the steel arms encircling his left wrist, fingering the area around the lock. “Fucking lever-lock,” he muttered to himself, grinning a little. At least he knew the cuffs weren’t going to tighten any further and make this even more difficult. Hopefully the cuffs would just have the standard lock mechanism, and the universal key he kept on hand would work. If not, he’d have to get creative. But first he had to be able to reach his keys.
“I need to get my hands in front of me,” he said, raising his voice just enough so the girls could hear him. “Might take a minute. If they come in, try to distract them, yeah?”
Peter pulled his knees up to his chest, then arched his back to bring his bound wrists down low. The chain between the cuffs was short, and Peter had to strain to get his arms far enough apart to pull them past his hips. He gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the feeling of the cuffs grating against the bones in his wrists. Finally, his hands slipped free, and Peter sighed in relief as the painful pressure disappeared. He curled forward, scrunching in tight as possible and twisting his feet inwards so he could slide his cuffed hands past his legs until they were in front of him.
“Gotcha,” he sighed, grinning as he stretched his legs back out. Wrestling his arms in front of him wasn’t exactly difficult, per se, but he was exhausted, and the exercise left him wanting to do nothing more than lay down and sleep. The sooner he got them out of their cuffs, the sooner he could have that nap. He unclipped his keys from his belt loop as quietly as possible; he didn’t want to attract the guards’ attention. Finding the universal cuff key on the ring, Peter set about twisting his fingers around to reach the keyhole on the cuffs.
The lock was facing away from his hands, which made it difficult to reach, but easier to see what he was doing. It took a few moments to maneuver the key into the right position. And it didn’t fucking fit. Peter let out a string of curse words as he stuffed his keys back into his pocket. “Either of you got a paper clip or a hair pin or something? Fuck, a fucking ballpoint’ll work, even.”
Abby had gone from days of being alone, to having Rose added to the room and then Peter what she could only guess as the following day. It had been... interesting. Sure, that was the word Abby would go with. Oddly enough, she found that she didn’t want to twitch around the two. Well, not Rose. Peter could go either way. But dealing with someone who lived off alcohol and nicotine and them not having it? It was enough to try anyone’s patience. Add in the lack of food and sleep? Abby was far from amused with life. But, she dealt with it as she always did. Besides, there were more pressing matters at hand than whining gits because they were addicted to different substances and didn’t know how to handle such situations.
Okay. So, who really would know how to handle a situation like this? It was a matter of just getting by each day, of surviving, and that was what they did. And they spoke, because what else was there to do when they weren’t trying to fight to get out. Though Abby had a feeling she and Rose did more of the fighting, she just had been a bit preoccupied to notice if Peter actually tried to fight to get out or nor. Either way, in the down time, they spoke, learned what was available to them with their different skills and planned. Restraints were not part of that but lucky for them, Peter actually was good at getting out of these things.
Or he could ask about hair pins.
“Yeah. I do...”
Contrary to popular belief, Abby was capable of doing the girly thing and had on a whim the day she’d left for work put her hair up and had used hairpins to keep the headband on. Wincing as she moved her hands up to retrieve said hairpin because every single muscle felt like it was burning, the blond handed it to Peter. For all her survival skills from foster care, she never had used hairpins to pick locks.
Well she couldn’t prepare for everything.
Rose, too, had her hair pinned back, as she often did, but she was grateful when Abby was the one to grab the pin and hand it over to Peter. She was sitting closer, frankly, and Rose was in no mood to go scooting around the room. Getting free of restraints was just their first obstacle. After that, it was a matter of kicking ass, and she’d like as much energy available for that as possible.
Oh, she could do it. She knew Abby could, too. Peter...well, he was skinny and scrawny and while it was a form she’d fallen in love with, it would have to be seen how well he did actually fighting with it. She was used to seeing that body as a peacekeeper, not as a man made for battle. Which is exactly what this felt like. A bit like going to war, here. And she’d know plenty about going to war.
“I don’t think I’ve ever actually seen anyone pull that off,” she admitted, giving Peter a slight smirk. She’d never been one for magic shows or things like that, so being stuck in a small, dark room with an actual magician? Pretty hardcore. She took a breath and waited and watched. If he could do this, and she was finally really believing he could...maybe they stood a chance.
Peter took the pin and used his teeth to pull the prongs further apart before he set to work. The position of his hands made it even trickier to get the right angle on the lock, but he managed. “See, I’m used to a bit more complicated methods of being tied up,” he said softly as he worked. “Like, straight jacket and chains, while suspended upside-down in front of a Las Vegas audience just waiting for me to fall and break my bloody neck. So handcuffs?” He felt the spring catch and release, and the cuffs fell open. He pulled his wrist free and held them up with a grin. “Not so impressive.”
The cuff was still shut tight around his right wrist, but it was a fairly quick job to pick the lock on that side now that his hands weren’t bound together. He let the cuffs drop to the floor and crawled over to Abby to get started on hers.
Was there a reason for him explaining how he was used to more complicated locks and restraints? No. Really, was there? Right. Being nice. People skills. This was why she preferred her reptiles. They didn’t make pointless commentary. But he was a performer, maybe it was instinct? He had an audience of sorts, so he had to entertain or explain or something like that. Abby honestly didn’t know. So long as he was able to get himself out and then Rose and herself? Abby would put up with the talking.
Okay, yeah, she really needed to get something to eat and some sleep. Her annoyance levels were worse than usual. She at least didn’t say anything and just nodded some to show she was listening, even though she was more listening for the guards and keeping an eye on the door just in case. Somehow they knew when they were up to something, but Abby wasn’t certain where the camera had to be. Where they were watching from. It probably didn’t matter and Abby was just trying to pass the time in a way to try and figure out another attempt to get out.
Blinking as she heard the locks on her wrist click after a bit, the zoologist just stared down at her wrists then shot a slight grin at Peter. So. He wasn’t completely useless after all. He hadn’t been all talk like she’d been fairly convinced of on some level. Which was good. Very good. They actually had a shot at this. Because she and Rose may not have given up even while knowing people were looking, but she was more than slightly tired of this blasted room. So getting out and to a shower for her muscles and bed? That would be brilliant.
With her wrists freed, Abby rubbed them absently, keeping a more intent gaze on the door to make sure that the present situation hadn’t alerted the guards to what they were up to. Because it would do no good to get themselves free of the cuffs only to get themselves beaten into a pulp and possibly killed because they were too much trouble to keep alive.
Rose broke out into a grin when Peter’s hands went free and then a bigger one when Abby was saved. She took a breath and waited, more determined than ever while Peter went to work on her own restraints. Getting free was the hard part as far as she was concerned. Before, when the guards had brought her in, she’d been alone. Yes, she’d fought, but it was only her. She’d also been scared and miserable and worried sick about her friends, the man she loved, and the people in the city she’d come to call home.
Now? Now she was just really, really angry. Now she was fighting mad. The woman she’d become over the last few years came out with a vengeance. Oh, she was still compassionate and kind and she’d still defend the weak and help others. But she’d learned to become her own person, too. A harder, more desperate for survival sort of person. And she was ready. They might hurt them. They might even kill them. But Rose would go down kicking and screaming and clawing her way out.
“You’re kind of brilliant, Peter. And no, that’s not a come-on.” She smiled, trying to keep the energy in the room up. They were all so ready to be done with this. They were tired and abused and who wouldn’t want to get the hell home? But they couldn’t manage that if they were too weak to fight back. Adrenaline would drive them only so far.
She glanced at Abby, giving a firm nod. “You ready for this? Because I’m pretty damn sure we only get one shot. Peter, how are your distraction skills? Get them in here, we can take them out.” Hopefully. God, she hoped so.