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entrancelogs2014-07-21 12:29 pm
refusing) wrote in entrancelogs2014-07-21 12:29 pm
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Who: Rose Tyler & You!
Where: The gardens, beach, and forest
When: July 21, afternoon to night
Rating: G to PG
Summary: Rose goes exploring. And tries to build a fire at one point. Come join her!
The Story:
Rose doesn't do well sitting still. She had sat still for nineteen years, and now that she's used to traveling and always moving about, she's doing whatever it takes to prevent going stir crazy. Having the Doctor here is wonderful, and she loves spending time with him. But a girl needs to get her footing for a new place on her own sometimes, and so she heads out by herself one afternoon to see things on her own.
Early in the day, she explores the gardens. She climbs up one of the fruit trees and helps herself, she admires the edge of the hedge maze, and she spends a good deal of time with her boots and tights off while she splashes about in the fountain. The gardens are beautiful, but not exactly something new and exciting. So she keeps her visit to the area short, but is definitely glad to run into anyone to talk to.
Mid afternoon hits and she's found the beach, and her boots and tights are taken back off once again as she walks the edge of the water. She wants to lay out and enjoy the sun, but being in a denim overall skirt puts a damper on things, since she really doesn't want sand in certain places. So she walks back and forth across the shoreline, wearing footprints all across the sand.
Late afternoon into early evening finds her a bit lost in the forest. She had fully intended to only head into the outskirts, to see what sort of things she could find. But hopes of finding something interesting to tell the Doctor about ends with her lost in the trees. And she's not someone to admit defeat easily, so she stubbornly treks through the forest in hopes of finding her own way out.
She does eventually find her way out. Whether it was on her own or with the help of someone else doesn't matter. She hikes her way back to the fruit trees and grabs an armful, then makes her way back to the beach. The fruit is stored in the sand, and then she marches her way back to the edge of the forest to collect armfuls of wood. This is piled up in a neat stack, and ah! She has a perfect setup for a bonfire snack. She hasn't eaten properly all day and is completely knackered, but the mood for a bonfire is striking her. And with as impulsive as she is, when she wants something,she's determined to get it. She just needs to wait around for someone who has a match or a lighter, since her method of rubbing sticks together isn't exactly working out for her. But she's stubborn, so she'll just sit there for hours and wait for it to work.
Where: The gardens, beach, and forest
When: July 21, afternoon to night
Rating: G to PG
Summary: Rose goes exploring. And tries to build a fire at one point. Come join her!
The Story:
Rose doesn't do well sitting still. She had sat still for nineteen years, and now that she's used to traveling and always moving about, she's doing whatever it takes to prevent going stir crazy. Having the Doctor here is wonderful, and she loves spending time with him. But a girl needs to get her footing for a new place on her own sometimes, and so she heads out by herself one afternoon to see things on her own.
Early in the day, she explores the gardens. She climbs up one of the fruit trees and helps herself, she admires the edge of the hedge maze, and she spends a good deal of time with her boots and tights off while she splashes about in the fountain. The gardens are beautiful, but not exactly something new and exciting. So she keeps her visit to the area short, but is definitely glad to run into anyone to talk to.
Mid afternoon hits and she's found the beach, and her boots and tights are taken back off once again as she walks the edge of the water. She wants to lay out and enjoy the sun, but being in a denim overall skirt puts a damper on things, since she really doesn't want sand in certain places. So she walks back and forth across the shoreline, wearing footprints all across the sand.
Late afternoon into early evening finds her a bit lost in the forest. She had fully intended to only head into the outskirts, to see what sort of things she could find. But hopes of finding something interesting to tell the Doctor about ends with her lost in the trees. And she's not someone to admit defeat easily, so she stubbornly treks through the forest in hopes of finding her own way out.
She does eventually find her way out. Whether it was on her own or with the help of someone else doesn't matter. She hikes her way back to the fruit trees and grabs an armful, then makes her way back to the beach. The fruit is stored in the sand, and then she marches her way back to the edge of the forest to collect armfuls of wood. This is piled up in a neat stack, and ah! She has a perfect setup for a bonfire snack. She hasn't eaten properly all day and is completely knackered, but the mood for a bonfire is striking her. And with as impulsive as she is, when she wants something,she's determined to get it. She just needs to wait around for someone who has a match or a lighter, since her method of rubbing sticks together isn't exactly working out for her. But she's stubborn, so she'll just sit there for hours and wait for it to work.
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So, today's transgression comes in the form of a carton of cigarettes shoved in the pocket of her hoodie. She doesn't really want Hannibal or Will to spoil her moment with lectures on her health (besides, if people don't age in Wonderland, and even come back after being horrifically murdered, why should she worry?). That is why she finds herself on the beach, looking for some solitude - or at least, escape from quasi-parental hovering.
"Need a hand?" she asks, because that whole rubbing-two-sticks together thing doesn't look like it's working out. Abigail pulls the packet of matches from her pocket, wordlessly holds it up in offer.
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Of course, that offers the question of what she's doing, walking around with something like matches. But hey, it isn't really Rose's business. All that matters to her is she's got her meal of fruit, she's got a comfortable pit dug in the sand to sit in. And now, she's got her fire. She takes the packet of matches and opens it to tear one out, and quickly runs it along the strip at the bottom of the packet. It takes her a try or two, to find just the right spot, but eventually she's left with a slow building fire over her little pile of sticks. And to that, she grins and gives a laugh.
"Dunno who you are, not yet, but you're definitely my hero."
And because the girl is, it's easy for Rose to nod over toward the ground, inviting her to stick around for a little while.
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Meeting Rose in the shadow and sun of the forest wasn't Jack's ideal place for this. There's too much darkness that he's gotten more comfortable with than back when he met her. Torchwood has come, and it changed most everything. Him smiling is still as often as always, but there's a lot of distance he's put between himself and others.
But maybe he always had been that way.
"How you been, Rose?"
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She was so very glad to see him. Really, she was. She would've been glad to see anyone, but to have Jack be the one to bump into her when she was lost made things feel like just another adventure. So she hurried over to stand at his side, closing the distance between them.
"I've been exploring," she explained, giving him a sheepish smile. "And I think the path decided to vanish on me."
Which was a very nice way of saying she was lost, but she really didn't want to actually admit out loud that she was. Not when she cared so much about what Jack thought of her. She definitely didn't want him to think she wasn't capable of handling herself.
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"The forest is like that. You might want to be careful. While there aren't any animals here, I've heard of other things lurking about. Things that don't like older people."
Just who or what it was, Jack didn't know. Peter Pan was one of the few he hadn't met yet.
"How have you been, Rose?" he asked, looking down into her face. His smile stayed although in his mind he saw the list of the dead from Canary Wharf and her name on it.