H... Hello.

I am dead, but it's not so bad. I've learned to live with it. I'm sorry I can't introduce myself, but I don't have a name any more. Hardly any of us do. We lose them like car keys, forget them like anniversaries. Mine might have started with an 'R', but that's all I have now. {{Independent RP account for R, from Warm Bodies. He's at the part where Julie is hanging around the airport. So he's working everything out. He won't bite your head off. He'll be hanging around a shopping centre - getting food for Julie. (I made up the shopping centre) I'll also play Julie if needed>_>' Still, Book!verse for the time being.}}

[mynamebeginswithr]

On hearing they were in America, Mary Jo became even more confused. “But…I was just there. In Illinois. It looked…nothing like this.” she explained, starting to freak out. Had this all happened over night? It couldn’t of. She would’ve woken up. Her father would’ve woken her up. The girl had to bite her lip to concentrate. “What part of America? What year? Do you know?” she asked, almost desperately.

He watched her start to freak out. It was curious; he couldn’t remember anyone getting so stressed about their location before. Sure… it was understandable, but he still hadn’t seen it. Most of the others at the airport… don’t care. They, sure, feel more comfortable with walls and a roof over their head, but it didn’t exactly matter. “Calm… Down.” He shifted slightly in his position, “I don’t know.”

[maryjowinchester]

The girl turned, looking at him as if he were crazy. “Calm down?” she asked. “I will not calm down! I’m God knows where with no family and no weapon…wait.” Mary Jo felt in her back pocket for her demon knife, almost squealing with glee as she pulled it out. “Oh, thank god its still there. Glad I sleep with a weapon in my pocket.” she looked back up at R and smiled. “Are you alright? I never thought to ask, but you look kinda pale. How long have you been here?”

[mynamebeginswithr]

R carried on watching her. Was that... a knife? Why did she sleep with a knife? Well.. it was evident people did around here, but she wasn't from around here. She didn't know what happened. So if she was from what it was like before.... Then why did she have a knife? She must be... different. He shrugged at her question, before looking over the counter which was next to him. He needed her to know what happened. And... maybe her seeing others like him will make her realise. He motioned to her, then to the binoculars on the counter, before motioning for her to follow him.

He goes out of the shop, into the main area of the shopping centre, heading towards the staircase that lead up to the roof. They could just about see the airport from there. 

[themercifuleleos-deactivated201]

She noticed his smell, but it only dazed her for a moment. She swallowed hard, distracting herself by speaking, “Hello! I’m Elisa Basil. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He seemed nervous, so she tried to smile as warmly as possible at him. Nothing that he could do would off-put her completely. “Who might you be? That is, if you don’t mind my asking.” He worried her - he was pale and seemed sickly. If he was in need of medical help, she would be more than happy to assist him, but she also knew that nurses and doctors could make people uncomfortable. She was generally cautious with the information of her career, and so far, this young man was no exception.

[mynamebeginswithr]

She seemed more… jolly, in comparison to their surroundings. Which was strange, to say the least. Everything was dulled down, too. Even the Living that he comes across on hunts seem to be in bad condition. This person wasn’t. Which somewhat confused him. Still… he smiled - as best he could, anyway - and  replied. “R.” He said; rather clearly this time, though. He didn’t know his name. He only knew the first letter… well, it was better than what most remembered.

[themercifuleleos-deactivated201]

“It’s nice to meet you, R.” She nodded with finality, biting her lip before deciding to take the risk. “Are you alright, R? If - If there’s any way that I can help you, I will.” Her smile softened in sincerity, watching him closely. She hoped not to be too intent, or pressing, but it was in her nature to do so when she was concerned. Her eyes darted around, trying to relieve him of her gaze for a moment as she busied herself in observing a crow nearby, its caw echoing loudly.

[mynamebeginswithr]

No. She definitely wasn't from around here. She didn't know. R watched her for a moment, considering what to do next. He doesn't need help; at least, not in the sense she was asking. She could help with taking food back to Julie... but that would only make the problem worse; one of the Living was bad enough among the Dead. Let alone two.

Once he thought of something, he motions for her to follow him; they were in a shopping centre, and it was possible to see the airport from there. He went over to the side pointing to a pair of binoculars for her, before walking out that particular shop, towards the stairs. Maybe he could help her instead...

[mynamebeginswithr]

She heard him. Damn… R glanced down at the packet of wasted crisps under his foot, momentarily wondering what they would’ve tasted like. It doesn’t matter; the Dead don’t need Living food. It was practically tasteless in comparison to the regular diet… No. He thought, Don’t think about that. Play it cool… she knows you’re there. Maybe if I try to seem human.. she won’t kill you.

R steadily stood up from where he was hiding; the sight of the girl made him momentarily stop in mid-motion. The Living always seemed… to be more alive. Well, when saying that, R found it a better sight, than to just wonder around the airport all day. He watches her for a moment, before deciding to break the silence. “…Hello.” It came out as half-grunt-half-effort sound. He quickly repeated himself more clearly; he wasn’t that good at talking. Sure.. he was getting better, but he was still rusty. Of months.. years - he didn’t know - of only grunting.

[maryjowinchester]

It surprised her so much that her mouth hung open a small bit. He looked very pale, and had tattered clothing. She couldn’t say she hadn’t seen anything like it. Because she often looked like that, with torn clothes and everything. And from the looks if the place, that’s what she assumed most people would be wearing. She didn’t even hear his speech until a few seconds. “Huh? Oh…hi.” she gave a small smile, feeling a bit intruding. “I…I’m Mary Jo and…well…I’m lost.”

[mynamebeginswithr]

He watched her, picking up her speech. Her lips moving; her talking. It had been a while since he had heard someone talk. There was Julie, at the airport, but other than her… He smiled - at least ,the best he could - to her, before pointing at himself, “R…” He didn’t know his name. He only remembered it began with an R. Which was more than what most of the Dead knew…

He noticed she was lost. She must be; she looked so out of place with everything else. All he knew was that they were in America. But other than that.. he didn’t know. “Shopping Centre.” A pause, “America.” He’d rather naturally pause, than trail off. Again, he didn’t talk much, but he did want to appear as friendly as possible. Because… well, there was still a chance that she could kill him. Although, she didn’t look as if she would. She didn’t particularly seem to know that much about the Dead either. Which was strange… And confusing. He frowned; somewhat in question of how she didn’t know where she was.

[maryjowinchester]

On hearing they were in America, Mary Jo became even more confused. “But…I was just there. In Illinois. It looked…nothing like this.” she explained, starting to freak out. Had this all happened over night? It couldn’t of. She would’ve woken up. Her father would’ve woken her up. The girl had to bite her lip to concentrate. “What part of America? What year? Do you know?” she asked, almost desperately.

[mynamebeginswithr]

He watched her start to freak out. It was curious; he couldn't remember anyone getting so stressed about their location before. Sure... it was understandable, but he still hadn't seen it. Most of the others at the airport... don't care. They, sure, feel more comfortable with walls and a roof over their head, but it didn't exactly matter. "Calm... Down." He shifted slightly in his position, "I don't know."

[mynamebeginswithr]

romaicus - thegingerintheredjumper - elisa-the-merciful - breamor-nathone 

Keep it cool, keep it cool. He took a breath, even though he didn’t need to breath. He looked at the stranger; he had, evenly, decided to try not to eat for as long as possible. Not since he had met Julie.. He had felt different. He was different. And even though he hadn’t ate in days, he still didn’t feel the need to. He kept cautious though; he hated hurting people, and he could still sense that the other was Living. He took a step backwards, re-adjusting his stance only slightly  “…Hello.” He said, suddenly nervous of how he might smell to them. He was half dead, after all.

[themercifuleleos-deactivated201]

She noticed his smell, but it only dazed her for a moment. She swallowed hard, distracting herself by speaking, “Hello! I’m Elisa Basil. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He seemed nervous, so she tried to smile as warmly as possible at him. Nothing that he could do would off-put her completely. “Who might you be? That is, if you don’t mind my asking.” He worried her - he was pale and seemed sickly. If he was in need of medical help, she would be more than happy to assist him, but she also knew that nurses and doctors could make people uncomfortable. She was generally cautious with the information of her career, and so far, this young man was no exception.

[mynamebeginswithr]

She seemed more... jolly, in comparison to their surroundings. Which was strange, to say the least. Everything was dulled down, too. Even the Living that he comes across on hunts seem to be in bad condition. This person wasn't. Which somewhat confused him. Still... he smiled - as best he could, anyway - and  replied. "R." He said; rather clearly this time, though. He didn't know his name. He only knew the first letter... well, it was better than what most remembered.

[mynamebeginswithr]

She heard him. Damn… R glanced down at the packet of wasted crisps under his foot, momentarily wondering what they would’ve tasted like. It doesn’t matter; the Dead don’t need Living food. It was practically tasteless in comparison to the regular diet… No. He thought, Don’t think about that. Play it cool… she knows you're there. Maybe if I try to seem human.. she won’t kill you.

R steadily stood up from where he was hiding; the sight of the girl made him momentarily stop in mid-motion. The Living always seemed… to be more alive. Well, when saying that, R found it a better sight, than to just wonder around the airport all day. He watches her for a moment, before deciding to break the silence. “…Hello.” It came out as half-grunt-half-effort sound. He quickly repeated himself more clearly; he wasn’t that good at talking. Sure.. he was getting better, but he was still rusty. Of months.. years - he didn’t know - of only grunting.

[maryjowinchester]

It surprised her so much that her mouth hung open a small bit. He looked very pale, and had tattered clothing. She couldn’t say she hadn’t seen anything like it. Because she often looked like that, with torn clothes and everything. And from the looks if the place, that’s what she assumed most people would be wearing. She didn’t even hear his speech until a few seconds. “Huh? Oh…hi.” she gave a small smile, feeling a bit intruding. “I…I’m Mary Jo and…well…I’m lost.”

[mynamebeginswithr]

He watched her, picking up her speech. Her lips moving; her talking. It had been a while since he had heard someone talk. There was Julie, at the airport, but other than her... He smiled - at least ,the best he could - to her, before pointing at himself, "R..." He didn't know his name. He only remembered it began with an R. Which was more than what most of the Dead knew...

He noticed she was lost. She must be; she looked so out of place with everything else. All he knew was that they were in America. But other than that.. he didn't know. "Shopping Centre." A pause, "America." He'd rather naturally pause, than trail off. Again, he didn't talk much, but he did want to appear as friendly as possible. Because... well, there was still a chance that she could kill him. Although, she didn't look as if she would. She didn't particularly seem to know that much about the Dead either. Which was strange... And confusing. He frowned; somewhat in question of how she didn't know where she was.

[verilyordinary]

Roll With It

[mynamebeginswithr]

Her back had been to the counter.  Her attention had been wrapped up  in an old push cart. If she got it fixed up maybe she could trade it to her artist for a new piece. He’d been looking for an interesting cart for a while now. She gave it a nudge to see if the wheels still worked. It squeaked as it rolled. At least the wheels hadn’t rusted in place. 

“…Hello.”  She spun around and put up her hands like she was ready to throw a punch, her front foot ready to kick. So the place was mostly abandoned. Idly she wondered how many more people were around.

“Hello.” A hint of aggravation could be heard in the measured, smooth calm she was trying for. 

When she spun around - as if ready for anything - R just stayed still. As to not to make a movement. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea speaking up… He stayed quiet now, regardless of the calmness of her voice. He waited for something to happen. It seemed as though she didn’t particularly realise that there were half dead people walking about.. And it was certainly evident that she didn’t realise he was one of them. At least, not at first glance.

[verilyordinary]

She lowered her hands a little. Grey eyes watched him, taking in whatever they could, noting that he was paler than her. Quite a feat really. “Sorry. Habit.” She shifted her weight to even it out a little more on both feet.  “So where exactly did I end up?” The silence was starting to make her uncomfortable. 

[mynamebeginswithr]

R watched her for a moment, before shifting his feet slightly. Shrugging, he tried to recall at least what country he was in; everything from before he was Dead was whipped from his memory. His name.... he could only remember the first letter. Hence, R. But the country.. his life  - the important things, he couldn't remember. He had overheard Julie call this country America.

So... hesitantly, he said that. "Amer... ica." He wasn't very good at talking. He wanted to beat his syllable count - which was - at the moment - four. He just hoped it didn't make him look even more suspicious.

[mynamebeginswithr]

maryjowinchester started following you.

R was bending down behind the counter when he heard the stranger enter. He didn’t know who it was; but he never liked the odds one-to-one. Especially when zombies were involved. The Living had better reflexes.. better thoughts, better everything. And R didn’t particularly want to die. Well… didn’t particularly want to be full-dead, shall we say. So he stayed quiet. Funnily enough, when he felt the Living person, he still felt content. From eating, that is. He had been days since he ate properly, and killed anyone. Strangely enough, he didn’t feel the urge to… well, eat. The strranger’s lucky.. He didn’t know who they were. But if they were friendly, maybe he could engage in semi-conversation to help.  It could work… But he didn’t fancy his chances. Not in the slightest. So again, he kept quiet, crouching down behind the counter in a deserted shop placed in a deserted shopping centre.

[maryjowinchester]

Mary Jo had just woken up outside of the shopping center, having no clue where she was. Five minutes ago she had been in her motel room, trying to fall asleep, while also knowing her dad was out probably getting his ass kicked by something or another. How in the world did she fall asleep? And where was she now? Everything looked deserted. Nobody was around, which was very unusual for any mall she had ever been in. Cupping her hands around her mouth, she shouted, “Hello? Anyone there?” That’s when she heard a small crunch come from the shop in her left. “Hello?”

[mynamebeginswithr]

She heard him. Damn... R glanced down at the packet of wasted crisps under his foot, momentarily wondering what they would've tasted like. It doesn't matter; the Dead don't need Living food. It was practically tasteless in comparison to the regular diet... No. He thought, Don't think about that. Play it cool... she knows your there. Maybe if I try to seem human.. she won't kill me.

R steadily stood up from where he was hiding; the sight of the girl made him momentarily stop in mid-motion. The Living always seemed... to be more alive. Well, when saying that, R found it a better sight, than to just wonder around the airport all day. He watches her for a moment, before deciding to break the silence. "...Hello." It came out as half-grunt-half-effort sound. He quickly repeated himself more clearly; he wasn't that good at talking. Sure.. he was getting better, but he was still rutty. Of months.. years - he didn't know - of only grunting.

[mynamebeginswithr]

maryjowinchester started following you.

R was bending down behind the counter when he heard the stranger enter. He didn't know who it was; but he never liked the odds one-to-one. Especially when zombies were involved. The Living had better reflexes.. better thoughts, better everything. And R didn't particularly want to die. Well... didn't particularly want to be full-dead, shall we say. So he stayed quiet. Funnily enough, when he felt the Living person, he still felt content. From eating, that is. He had been days since he ate properly, and killed anyone. Strangely enough, he didn't feel the urge to... well, eat. The strranger's lucky.. He didn't know who they were. But if they were friendly, maybe he could engage in semi-conversation to help.  It could work... But he didn't fancy his chances. Not in the slightest. So again, he kept quiet, crouching down behind the counter in a deserted shop placed in a deserted shopping centre.

[mynamebeginswithr]

Would it be successful? Sneaking another person inside? Maybe… R wasn’t sure. It would mean less chance of them both getting out alive. But this person was unusual. Strange. If R just left her… with no knowledge of what’s going on, then she’d be as good as dead. If she talked to Julie, she could explain. Right?

R sighed, “You pretend to… be Dead. Smell. Walk.”

[madwomanamongthestars-blog-blog]

The Doctor nodded. Her feeling was right then, having to be dead. She sighed as well, pushing herself away just an inch or so. The Time Lady rolled her shoulders back before looking at R right in the eye.

“Good thing I’ve had plenty of practice when it comes to dying. Shouldn’t be too hard to pretend to be dead, right?”

[mynamebeginswithr]

R frowned, thinking about her question, before shrugging. He didn't know her; he didn't know how good she was. Almost dying was when you were most alive, in a sense. It doesn't automatically make you a genius a playing to be dead.

[mynamebeginswithr]

Well…. that was close enough. It wasn’t the fact that R doesn’t kill to live.. he does. But.. he /was/ changing. And, of course, he didn’t like killing. He wasn’t sure.. but maybe he was different because he was starting to question everything. Maybe he was different because he was starting to think more. Focused thought was a rare occurrence.

He hesitated, before replying, “You can’t get in.” He paused - again. “She can’t get out. The others… too risky.”

[madwomanamongthestars-blog-blog]

“Alright. Well. I have this.” She reached into her inner coat pocket and took out the sonic. “It opens any lock. But it doesn’t work on wood.” She shrugged, putting it away. “What would we have to do to get around the others anyway, R?” The Doctor had a feeling it would involve acting like she was dead, yet living - something she felt like she was doing all the time, now that she was closer to a permanent death than before.

[mynamebeginswithr]

Would it be successful? Sneaking another person inside? Maybe... R wasn't sure. It would mean less chance of them both getting out alive. But this person was unusual. Strange. If R just left her... with no knowledge of what's going on, then she'd be as good as dead. If she talked to Julie, she could explain. Right?

R sighed, "You pretend to... be Dead. Smell. Walk."

[mynamebeginswithr]

R liked her, already. She was good; maybe too good for the world. She figured out that he was.. dead, but alive too. He.. should warn her about the others. It was hard for him to talk, but maybe he could keep up the focus to try? Maybe break his syllable record again? He pointed to himself, “There are others… like me.” He paused, “But I’m… different.” He wasn’t actually sure what he was, to be honest… Again, not since Julie. “They kill… survive.” He takes a moment, before continuing; he was still getting used to talking. “Girl.. Julie… at airport. Alive… she needs food.”

[madwomanamongthestars-blog-blog]

The Doctor listened to him, being patient. He seemed to be acting like a human; is that how he was different? He was more human? She didn’t find it odd at all, she was used to people being so human when they weren’t. “Okay. So others are like you, but they kill to live. And at an airport is a girl named Julie who needs food because she’s alive.” The Doctor nodded, letting everything settle in her head. “Well. I say we find a way to bring Julie some food! Right, R?”

[mynamebeginswithr]

Well.... that was close enough. It wasn't the fact that R doesn't kill to live.. he does. But.. he /was/ changing. And, of course, he didn't like killing. He wasn't sure.. but maybe he was different because he was starting to question everything. Maybe he was different because he was starting to think more. Focused thought was a rare occurrence.

He hesitated, before replying, "You can't get in." He paused - again. "She can't get out. The others... too risky."

[verilyordinary]

Roll With It

She slammed the door of her jeep and glanced around. It looked abandoned here. Wherever here was. She doubled checked the address that had been given to her. Okay…right address. Realization hit hard.

“Sonofabitch!” Half a tank’s worth of gas and a day’s pay gone because some animal control officer was jealous. She plucked a rock off the ground and hurled it in the air. It bounced off the wall of the nearest building.

Abandon. Maybe the trip wasn’t such a bust after all. She pocketed her keys and started off towards the nearest building, determined to find something of value to lug home with her.

[mynamebeginswithr]

R wasn’t sure where he had ended up. At least… the place had four walls and a roof. Because being in the open was what he considered to be what true dead felt like. The open sky… the four walls — the inside — was maybe a feeling carried on from his past life. The feeling of security. Of indoors… of home. Still, he wasn’t sure if that feeling was universal. He didn’t even know if the other Undead thought like he could.

He pads forward in an uneven pattern, coming to a stop in front of an old counter. This place… was a shop, of some sort. He wasn’t particularly sure; it sells almost everything. From clothes to bathrooms. Of course, R didn’t need that. Well, maybe a shower, but it had been so long, he couldn’t even remember what he was missing out on.

He felt it before he heard it. That feeling. The feeling that was present when he was near one of the Living. He looked around, and someone - a girl - immediately walked in through the door. He ducked down behind the counter; not liking his chances. Whenever he was out on hunts.. there was at least four.. maybe five - to one. One, to one, was almost a death wish. But, in peaking over the counter, he saw that this girl had no guns; no weapons. Regardless.. he still didn’t want to take her on; he hated hurting people. And ever since he found Julie… well, he hadn’t felt the need to feed that much.

Carefully, he stood up. Act natural. Keep it cool… Hesitating only slightly, before talking, “…Hello.”

[verilyordinary]

Her back had been to the counter.  Her attention had been wrapped up  in an old push cart. If she got it fixed up maybe she could trade it to her artist for a new piece. He’d been looking for an interesting cart for a while now. She gave it a nudge to see if the wheels still worked. It squeaked as it rolled. At least the wheels hadn’t rusted in place. 

“…Hello.”  She spun around and put up her hands like she was ready to throw a punch, her front foot ready to kick. So the place was mostly abandoned. Idly she wondered how many more people were around.

“Hello.” A hint of aggravation could be heard in the measured, smooth calm she was trying for. 

[mynamebeginswithr]

When she spun around - as if ready for anything - R just stayed still. As to not to make a movement. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea speaking up... He stayed quiet now, regardless of the calmness of her voice. He waited for something to happen. It seemed as though she didn't particularly realise that there were half dead people walking about.. And it was certainly evident that she didn't realise he was one of them. At least, not at first glance.

[mynamebeginswithr]

He nodded in reply to The Doctor; it, in fact, seemed more than odd that she was only just recognising her surroundings. Properly. How had she survived this long if she doesn’t know anything about… anything? His eyes wondered back to the police box. She had arrived in that… but how? It didn’t move. He looked at The Doctor again, an idea passing through his mind. Maybe she could talk to Julie. She seemed to know more about what went on… why everything like it is now. But the hard part would be to make them meet each other. Julie was at the airport, in a locked room, listening to music, or looking at his room, most likely. The Doctor was here. A few miles away, and there was no way to get her through the place. Except to do the same as he did with Julie. Pretend she was dead. But… he doubted that it would work again. And… The Doctor didn’t know anything about the others. She could mess up.

He looked out of the shop window, then looked back at The Doctor. If there were others around, he was sure that they would’ve picked up the fact that there was someone Living here, and came down to investigate. Or… maybe they were just laying low. Either way, it would mean that there were few or none. Which was good…

R was confused. As to who the Doctor was, particularly, and how and why she was here. And just her in general. He kept quiet, trying to come up with a question that could convey his confusion to the woman; although his expression most likely did it for him.

[madwomanamongthestars-blog-blog]

“You’re something I’ve never seen before, R. Dead, yet alive, right? And the reason why everything is dull and muted… Dead as well. Now I see why she dropped me off here. This place is new. Very new.” She giggled. “I find it all very interesting here.” Hesitantly, she poked his shoulder, pulling her hand back quickly. Why she did that, she had no idea.

“You’re confused… About what? Me? If that’s it, well, everyone is confused about me, R.” The Doctor shrugged. “So… Where will we go? If there is more to this place, more like you, or maybe people who are completely alive… What would we do then… ? Hmm.”

[mynamebeginswithr]

R liked her, already. She was good; maybe too good for the world. She figured out that he was.. dead, but alive too. He.. should warn her about the others. It was hard for him to talk, but maybe he could keep up the focus to try? Maybe break his syllable record again? He pointed to himself, "There are others... like me." He paused, "But I'm... different." He wasn't actually sure what he was, to be honest... Again, not since Julie. "They kill... survive." He takes a moment, before continuing; he was still getting used to talking. "Girl.. Julie... at airport. Alive... she needs food."

[mynamebeginswithr]

He watches her for a moment, wondering if it was a good idea or not. Sure… he could protect her if anyone else came along. But what if they ran into the hunting party? This place wasn’t that far away from the airport; the only reason he had decided to venture out this far, was because Julie wanted some food. Or… ‘proper’ food, as she called it. But he was useless at finding any. Maybe… this Doctor could help? But then, he was going to have to carry it back through the crowds at the airport. He wasn’t sure what the others would make of it. He could disguise it with other findings; such as the music he picks up every now-and-then. He had a thing about collecting things like that…

He had trailed off, yet again, from the task at hand. He looked back at the Doctor, still hesitant. “There’s… not much… to see.” He settles for; which was right. They were in an abandoned shopping centre. Come to think of it.. he can’t recall whether or not there was anybody else around outside…

[madwomanamongthestars-blog-blog]

She shrugged, shaking her head a bit. “This place still seems interesting. Bet you’ve already guessed that I am not from around here, right R?” she asked, her accent probably more easy to hear now that she was a bit closer. Her eyes darted around again, a sense of dread crawling into her. What was this place? Why did everything seem so… Her eyes went back to the man before her. Dead… This place was dead, R was dead, yet also living. She bit down on her lip to keep herself from crying out in excitement, resisting the urge to say anything.

Things were interesting now, more than before at least.

[mynamebeginswithr]

He nodded in reply to The Doctor; it, in fact, seemed more than odd that she was only just recognising her surroundings. Properly. How had she survived this long if she doesn't know anything about... anything? His eyes wondered back to the police box. She had arrived in that... but how? It didn't move. He looked at The Doctor again, an idea passing through his mind. Maybe she could talk to Julie. She seemed to know more about what went on... why everything like it is now. But the hard part would be to make them meet each other. Julie was at the airport, in a locked room, listening to music, or looking at his room, most likely. The Doctor was here. A few miles away, and there was no way to get her through the place. Except to do the same as he did with Julie. Pretend she was dead. But... he doubted that it would work again. And... The Doctor didn't know anything about the others. She could mess up.

He looked out of the shop window, then looked back at The Doctor. If there were others around, he was sure that they would've picked up the fact that there was someone Living here, and came down to investigate. Or... maybe they were just laying low. Either way, it would mean that there were few or none. Which was good...

R was confused. As to who the Doctor was, particularly, and how and why she was here. And just her in general. He kept quiet, trying to come up with a question that could convey his confusion to the woman; although his expression most likely did it for him.

[madwomanamongthestars-blog-blog]

She waited patiently for him to speak again, not caring if the silence was uncomfortable. Something you get used to, she supposed. During the wait, she took her time to look around again. The colors all seemed muted and dull, making her and the TARDIS so much brighter. Had she arrived on a different planet? Or was this just a different point in time that humans would be able to move past? If there were still humans here, that is.

She did her best to not laugh at the question, but a giggle slipped past her lips. Of course, the next question would be directed about the Old Girl. “It’s a police telephone box. Well, on the outside it is. The inside… The inside is something special,” she answered, smiling again, a much easier smile than before. “My name is the Doctor. And, you are?”

[mynamebeginswithr]

R smiled at the noise of her laugh; he liked the sound… and well, just the Living in general. This person.. definitely didn’t know about what was going on at this time. He couldn’t exactly explain it to her; he found talking difficult in the long run. The most he had managed was four syllables, although, he seemed to be breaking that record every day. Yesterday it was three. It was also funny how he could remember that - things like that - but not remember how long he’s been like this. Or what he did when he was alive. Or how he managed to go to the airport in the first place. It was like a distant dream you can’t hang onto. At times, he can almost reach out and grab the memories - or snip bits of what was long forgotten. But they always float just out of his reach.

He looked back at the box briefly; police telephone box. Maybe that was what it said at the top. He returned his gaze to her; The Doctor. He wasn’t sure if he’d manage to remember that. But maybe.. it was worth a try. He hesitated; during this time, at the Doctor’s question. He couldn’t remember his name. Which was quite ironic considering when he was alive, he was always forgetting other people’s names. All he could re-call was the fact that it started with the letter ‘R’. So that’s what he said, “I’m … R.” 

[madwomanamongthestars-blog-blog]

“R? That’s an interesting name.” Her smile faltered though when she finally noticed something off about R. Even from the distance she was at, she could tell he was barely breathing, almost like he didn’t need air. His skin had that dead shade to it - and she only saw that shade on corpses. Everything was seeming wrong now, so very, very wrong. A chill ran down her spine, her eyes darting around frantically. She wasn’t scared, no, not really. But now she knew why the TARDIS wasn’t letting her in.

This place was new. And new meant one thing. Her grin appeared on her face again as the Doctor made her way over to R. “You seem like a nice bloke. Bit tongue-tied, but I’m alright with that.” She laughed again. “Do you mind showing me around? Because I’ve never been here before and I’d love to see more of this place before I have to leave.”

[mynamebeginswithr]

He watches her for a moment, wondering if it was a good idea or not. Sure... he could protect her if anyone else came along. But what if they ran into the hunting party? This place wasn't that far away from the airport; the only reason he had decided to venture out this far, was because Julie wanted some food. Or... 'proper' food, as she called it. But he was useless at finding any. Maybe... this Doctor could help? But then, he was going to have to carry it back through the crowds at the airport. He wasn't sure what the others would make of it. He could disguise it with other findings; such as the music he picks up every now-and-then. He had a thing about collecting things like that...

He had trailed off, yet again, from the task at hand. He looked back at the Doctor, still hesitant. "There's... not much... to see." He settles for; which was right. They were in an abandoned shopping centre. Come to think of it.. he can't recall whether or not there was anybody else around outside...

[mynamebeginswithr]

R watched the woman for a second, before looking at the thing she had stepped out of moments before. It was strange… it had more colour than most of the things here. Most of the objects, the buildings, the clothes. She was - in herself - someone new. She also didn’t appear to realise where she was, or… that he was half dead. So… she had to have come  from somewhere else, right? Or maybe she’s just mistaking him for one of the Living.

He looked back at her, unsure of what to say, before looking to the box again. He tried to read what was on the white background at the top. He couldn’t even make out the first letter… but it seemed… something more. Like the feeling you get around a big, chunky tree in winter; you just know it’s full of life, but it doesn’t look like it on the outside. He returned to look at her again, this time, breaking the uncomfortable silence; “What is that?”

[madwomanamongthestars-blog-blog]

She waited patiently for him to speak again, not caring if the silence was uncomfortable. Something you get used to, she supposed. During the wait, she took her time to look around again. The colors all seemed muted and dull, making her and the TARDIS so much brighter. Had she arrived on a different planet? Or was this just a different point in time that humans would be able to move past? If there were still humans here, that is.

She did her best to not laugh at the question, but a giggle slipped past her lips. Of course, the next question would be directed about the Old Girl. “It’s a police telephone box. Well, on the outside it is. The inside… The inside is something special,” she answered, smiling again, a much easier smile than before. “My name is the Doctor. And, you are?”

[mynamebeginswithr]

R smiled at the noise of her laugh; he liked the sound... and well, just the Living in general. This person.. definitely didn't know about what was going on at this time. He couldn't exactly explain it to her; he found talking difficult in the long run. The most he had managed was four syllables, although, he seemed to be breaking that record every day. Yesterday it was three. It was also funny how he could remember that - things like that - but not remember how long he's been like this. Or what he did when he was alive. Or how he managed to go to the airport in the first place. It was like a distant dream you can't hang onto. At times, he can almost reach out and grab the memories - or snip bits of what was long forgotten. But they always float just out of his reach.

He looked back at the box briefly; police telephone box. Maybe that was what it said at the top. He returned his gaze to her; The Doctor. He wasn't sure if he'd manage to remember that. But maybe.. it was worth a try. He hesitated; during this time, at the Doctor's question. He couldn't remember his name. Which was quite ironic considering when he was alive, he was always forgetting other people's names. All he could re-call was the fact that it started with the letter 'R'. So that's what he said, "I'm . . . R." 

[mynamebeginswithr]

That was… strange. His question. I thought the Living were supposed to know where they were. He tried to think back to what Julie had told him. The only thing he knew.. was that they were in America. Or, what used to be America. This stranger was obviously lost… but it didn’t make sense. Why wasn’t he freaking out that a zombie said hello? R decided to put that mystery to the side. Talk normally. He thought, before looking back up at the other, trying to maintain focus, “America.” Four Syllables. He was getting better at this. After a pause, he continued, “Why… don’t you know?”

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He seemed to be struggling to speak. Was he mentally deficient? He wasn’t sure. The guy did seem a little..not okay.

America. Well, that was just great. He let out an exasperated groan. “America. Great. That’s just perfect.” He looked up and bit his lip. “It would probably sound strange to you. I’m afraid I got lost. In every sense of the way.” He groaned again. He hated to get lost like that.

“I imagine you don’t know the year, huh?” The moment the words crossed his lip, he realized how insanely rude it sounded and he gasped. “Oh shit. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it like that! I just..” He was terrible at this. He pinched the bridge of his nose and didn’t try to explain himself any further.

[mynamebeginswithr]

R couldn't help but smile, at least slightly. He liked watching the living; in fact, any activity in general. This person clearly had no idea of what was going on.. where he was... about the others like R. Which made R worry for his well-being. Not all of them would engage and speak to the Living; there are even some who had been around long enough to not care about attacking anyone, regardless of how many they were up against. They were.. the worse off. But then there were the Boneys... Which he'd rather not think about. They tended to keep deep inside the airport, though, which somewhat made this person safer?

He had wondered off again; with his thoughts, because when he looked back at the stranger, he had to remember what he had said. He hadn't had much of a problem with memory since he met Julie, but, it turned out to not be the case in some instants. He knew the other felt bad for saying something though? So... R shrugged; "It's... okay." He paused, before continuing, "Name?"