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WHO: Rose Tyler and OPEN
WHERE: The city streets
WHEN: August 31st
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Practice
FORMAT: Either.
She had a job now. Not Torchwood, but not a shop, either. It was good enough for a temporary basis, however long this temporary basis would last. It felt like ages, but it'd only been a little over half a year.
Only. She'd only known the Doctor for two years. She'd been here a quarter of the time she'd been actually living her life. And the Darkness was still coming. She counted the stars every night from her window, waiting for the time she was one short. Waiting for the day the Darkness would catch up with her, because she'd gotten stuck here instead of finding the Doctor. Maybe even instead of ever finding him, if Rory Williams could be trusted.
Rose dug her hands into her pockets and leaned against the wall of a nearby business. It helped, actually, the leaning. The sensation of the building grounded her against the emotions swirling around her as people passed. She'd been practicing ever since she realized what was happening. She wasn't any good to anyone, even herself, if she couldn't go for a walk in a crowded city without getting so turned around with other people's emotions that she couldn't even remember which way to walk forward. She was doing better now.
Her fingers clenched slightly at the wave of anger over...something. The man in the building was arguing over something he felt slighted--no, ripped off--by. The woman walking by her was distraught, afraid of something looming over her shoulder. The little boy was bored. The passing cabbie was intensely amused.
She wasn't any of those things. She wasn't.
Rose bit her lip and watched an young couple walk by, hands interlaced and swinging as they skipped along somewhere. Their love and infatuation crackled in the air around them so strongly they probably didn't even realize there was anyone else in the street with them. If they had any worries it was all drowned over those screaming emotions. They were so loud Rose found herself focusing on the couple as they went by, and letting all the other people fade away as they went.
The emotions slowly drained away as they vanished into the crowd, first into silence as her...whatever...recovered, and then back to the chaos of the street.
She frowned down at the sidewalk.
These weren't her emotions. She only got to look at them. Apparently that bit was the hardest to learn.
WHERE: The city streets
WHEN: August 31st
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Practice
FORMAT: Either.
She had a job now. Not Torchwood, but not a shop, either. It was good enough for a temporary basis, however long this temporary basis would last. It felt like ages, but it'd only been a little over half a year.
Only. She'd only known the Doctor for two years. She'd been here a quarter of the time she'd been actually living her life. And the Darkness was still coming. She counted the stars every night from her window, waiting for the time she was one short. Waiting for the day the Darkness would catch up with her, because she'd gotten stuck here instead of finding the Doctor. Maybe even instead of ever finding him, if Rory Williams could be trusted.
Rose dug her hands into her pockets and leaned against the wall of a nearby business. It helped, actually, the leaning. The sensation of the building grounded her against the emotions swirling around her as people passed. She'd been practicing ever since she realized what was happening. She wasn't any good to anyone, even herself, if she couldn't go for a walk in a crowded city without getting so turned around with other people's emotions that she couldn't even remember which way to walk forward. She was doing better now.
Her fingers clenched slightly at the wave of anger over...something. The man in the building was arguing over something he felt slighted--no, ripped off--by. The woman walking by her was distraught, afraid of something looming over her shoulder. The little boy was bored. The passing cabbie was intensely amused.
She wasn't any of those things. She wasn't.
Rose bit her lip and watched an young couple walk by, hands interlaced and swinging as they skipped along somewhere. Their love and infatuation crackled in the air around them so strongly they probably didn't even realize there was anyone else in the street with them. If they had any worries it was all drowned over those screaming emotions. They were so loud Rose found herself focusing on the couple as they went by, and letting all the other people fade away as they went.
The emotions slowly drained away as they vanished into the crowd, first into silence as her...whatever...recovered, and then back to the chaos of the street.
She frowned down at the sidewalk.
These weren't her emotions. She only got to look at them. Apparently that bit was the hardest to learn.