roman power

H e l l o ! Wow. Hm. Seems as though, uh, I was never really good at these sorts of things. Rory Williams here. I help do stuff. Not really much else to say. If you need anything just give me a shout. rping blog for rory williams.

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     Right. Britain. Not exactly her first choice for a vacation, but she figured leaving the country would be a great way to avoid dying, at least for a little while. “Afternoon, cupcake." It wouldn’t be a vacation if she didn’t take the opportunity to terrify a few of the natives, would it? “You look like you haven’t had any sleep."

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Rory glanced up from his entranced stare onto the soul-grabbing items that were his shoelaces, and canted his head to the side, his eyebrows tugging together as he looked at the other. Was she talking to him? Sorry, it was a high school habit. Assume no one is talking to you, y'know? He glanced around, seeing no other potential candidates. Alright, it must've been him. "Cheerio." He said, half ironically. Give the American some stereotypical UK slang. "That's probably because I haven't had any sleep." He replied, emphasizing it the same. "It's a good look on me, yeh?"

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Jack looked up from his corner table at the tired looking gentlemen waiting on his coffee at the counter. The young blond man looked much older for his age based off the heaviness from his eyes and the untidy hair thing he had going. Jack smirked, weighed his options on how to approach this and finally stood up, walking over to him. "I'll pay for this," he smiled to the barista, taking off his glasses, "Just put it on my bill." Jack turned to the man and grinned, "Hi, Captain Jack Harkness, you can call me Jack." He held out a hand and kept his eyes fixed on the man's, "Who do I have the pleasure of buying coffee for?"

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It was all very sudden really. Rory barely had time to open his mouth to object. But could he really complain? Free coffee. Better figure out what this guy wanted exactly. Maybe just a friend, or something. That'd be cool. Rory, getting a friend. Usually he got friends through mutual friendships, or his mother. Rory's gaze drifted from the man's face, to his hand, and back up again. "Erm-- Rory." He said simply, shaking the other's hand. He went by.. Jack? Jack Harness? No, there was definitely a k in there somewhere. Ah, whatever. "Uh, question, why did you pay for my coffee? Which-- by the way-- I am very grateful for. Thanks." He shot him a smile, still sort of cautious about the whole thing. 

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Can I help you?

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Okay! Eh, not saying you look like a GPS, because you look very non-GPS, but I'm kind of lost. Do you know the area well?

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healing touch | romanicxattire

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Lucy sighed and looked up at the nurse, willing him to just drop it and leave. He was trying so hard, it was precious, but she’d really rather it if he gave up. Of course, she could always accept it to make him feel like he’d accomplished something and stick it on a table until someone else came to take it away, but that’d be a waste, and take more effort than she wanted to exert. Besides, what if he stuck around? “Yes, I’m sure," she said gently. She watched him try and identify the food on the plate. Spoke wonders for the quality, even the staff didn’t know what it was. And that was what she was supposed to live on while healing? “It’s French toast. I had some yesterday. No reason to have it again."

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"Oh... it's kind of my duty to make sure--" He cut himself off, letting a small sigh escape his lips. Well-- she obviously didn't want to eat. Maybe she was just a bit sad, or something. Not wanting to eat was a huge sign of that. You know, not exactly wanting to starve to death, just lack of motivation to eat. Rory could relate. He also knew how it felt to have someone try to shove the food down your throat. It'd be better to just try and talk, y'know? Give her the motivation to eat, not the food. He had weird ways of thinking. He looked down at the tray, biting his lower lip. He used his index finger to slowly nudge off one of the pieces of french toast, watching as it fell to the floor. "Oh no! I've ruined it. Look, the whole breakfast is ruined." He said melodramatically. "I'll go get a mop."

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"Oh, no no no. I'm done for the day Nancy. I already swiped ou--" He was interrupted by the pleading co-worker. Sending cries about a patient that threw up. "--Well why can't you get the jani--" Another interruption. Rory sighed heavily, a bit annoyed. He hated speaking on the phone indoors. Something about it just seemed rude; and the acoustics in here weren't helping. "No, just mop it up Nancy I'm trying to get a cuppa right now." With that, he hung up on the phone, shoving it into his pockets. At least there weren't that many people in the café today. It was a bit past lunch hour. Maybe that's why.

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healing touch | romanicxattire

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Food. That probably would have been more attractive in a different state of mind, but now? Movement only meant more pain, and it wasn’t as if she was that hungry. Perhaps if she started refusing food, they’d just add it to her IV drip and she wouldn’t have to do anything at all. That’d be lovely. At least he was only here delivering a meal though, instead of asking her questions she couldn’t answer like “how do you have primary blast injuries when there haven’t been any explosions in the area?" or “who brought you here?", or worst of all “where did you come from?". If she told the truth, then she’d really end up in the psychiatric ward. Sighing, she rolled back onto her back and looked at the nurse. She couldn’t just leave him hanging, that wouldn’t do anyone any good. “No thank you."

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Rory held the plate with one hand, very waiter-esque. With the other, he ruffled the hairs that grew on the back of his neck, a small frown enveloping upon nervous features. Now what? He thought to himself. She had to eat, it was the first step to recovery, of course. Ah, yes. Use your lovely boyish charm to convince her! As if. "Uh-- are you sure, ma'am? It's not half bad. Bit of eggs, cute little pancakes, strip of bacon or two. And uh-- I'm fairly certain that's toast." Was it toast? Oh man. They needed to up their kitchen game. Was that very persuasive? Perhaps the lady would amuse Rory by indulging in his request-- and also the food. He would have failed his one job for the day-- feeding the patients. 

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You know, comparing his life now with Amy, and his life with Amy and the Doctor; sure it was a lot less stressful, his life wasn't constantly endangered, and he wasn't paranoid about his wife hooking up with a century year old alien, there was one minor flaw in it. He was completely bored. During his travels with the Doctor, Rory longed for a normal life more than anything, but now it just seemed like he was in a rut. A change of pace was needed. Perhaps a walk to the park would soothe his nerves? Yeah, that seemed about right.

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I'm making a starter for some recent follows, like this if you want in~

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healing touch | romanicxattire

Three days into Lucy’s hospital stay and she still didn’t want to be here. She kept figuring something would make her appreciate this second chance at life, that the pain would fade and she’d thank medecine and luck for her recovery, but it never came. Even though her pain had been reduced to something she only felt when she moved and the doctors had pronounced her to be in much better condition than she logically should be in, the gratitude never came. Instead, she found all she wanted to do was lie in her bed, stare at the ceiling, and pray no one bothered her. That didn’t happen, of course. She was a medical anomaly that appeared to have some level of psychological damage, the staff couldn’t seem to leave her alone. As if they could do anything to help her.

She turned on her side away from the door, ignoring the pain that flared through her to accompany the motion, just in time for someone to walk in. Lovely. Perhaps if she didn’t move they wouldn’t ask any questions.

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"Okay, um, go into that room," Rory offered a little point of his index finger. "--and give the patient in there her breakfast." Rory instructed, a hint of plea captured in his voice. He held out the tray to his co-worker, frowning slightly. "Rory! That's your job today. I'm busy." She told him, folding her arms. She looked rather cross. "Oh, come on! She doesn't look very nice; and I saw wrong things a lot of the time." He told her in a sort of hushed whisper, but she wouldn't have it. She nearly shoved him into that room. The patient's juice nearly spilled. Ah, what was this one's name? Lucy? Lucy wasn't a bad name. 

Rory walked up to the other, a bit of reluctance in his step. He swallowed before speaking, "U-Uh, Lucy? Sorry to bother--" Lucy didn't seem like she wanted company, considering her back was to the door. "--but your breakfast is here."

[saxon-lucy]

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Um. Hello. Who are you?

[romanicxattire-blog]

I'm, uh, Rory. Who're you?

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Aye; anyone up for roleplaying? Like this post and I'll make a starter for us.

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"--Uh, just a bagel and a cup of tea, please." Lunch break. Right, yeah. Simple enough. Oh, don't look so bitter, Rory. You can take a nap after you eat. Somehow, the ol' Roman couldn't catch a wink of sleep last night. So now his life at work was that much worse. Bags under his eyes, fatigue weighing him down, Rory wasn't doing all that great. But a nap will help, yeah. He paid the cashier, and stood in the café, waiting for his order to finish. 

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