Rose M. Tyler

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rosetylerdwrp​:

Oh, she knew something. In the way she recoiled then put up a guard, in the way she put up her spines and glowered, and the accusation - only briefly - in her frowning pout (I thought I liked you!), it was very obvious that she knew something.

She looked ornery, though, and frankly disappointed. (I wanted to like you.)

One of his guys? Hmm. Sure. Yeah. Whatever.

She sipped slowly, now, gauging the man before her. He’d slipped another paradigm and she didn’t know what to think of him, now.

She did know Roy wasn’t one of this guy’s guys, and she was all up in righteous arms as she appraised his lie.

Might be a lie, unless he was a cop. That brought a whole different host of problems with it, but… If he was a cop, she had a few questions of her own. Her and Roy-

Well. If this was Roy’s… whatever the opposite of “informant” was - God, she needed to watch more Law and Order, or something! More and more often, she felt so out of her league. (It made her cranky.)

And if he wasn’t, though, what was he sniffing around her, for? Was he after Jimmy, then?

She wasn’t exactly safe from the law herself, was she? God, what would her mother say to her child behind bars? (When was the last time she’d called her mum?)

Jimmy was better, these days. For weeks, he’d been going out of his way making things right, and not just with her. Cleaning up and cleaning house. He seemed happier, again, finally, playing the guitar again and laughing with her. She didn’t know what the change had been (it wasn’t her, she knew better than to pin any hopes on that), but there had been change. It was good. It felt like he was getting back to himself and dumping the dirt he’d had his hands in.

So as far as she was concerned, whoever this fake was, he was a day late and a dollar short if he was hoping to get anything out of her about that hot mess. Everyone deserved a second chance; even Jimmy Stone.

But he brought up Roy like that, and she didn’t want to miss a chance there.

Roy was meant to be getting out of the game. She thought that was what made Jimmy better, ‘cause didn’t they spend all that time together? They were figuring it out, and Roy and his man were making plans, and they were gonna reach out to Rose once they were settled. She was happy for them.

Only it had been 6 weeks, and she wasn’t stupid, and there was something about Jimmy that still made her hairs rise on the back of her neck, or wouldn’t she have just gone back to her mum? And now someone was asking about Roy, and she wanted nothing more than to /know/, so she said, “I know Roy,” and it was a dare. Only she didn’t know what the challenge was.

He could have told her.

Connor considered it, idly, watching Ms Tyler sip at her drink and pretend she was not watching him too closely. She wasn’t as good at it as she thought she was - not trained - but she would have passed, if he’d not been paying attention in return. There were things she knew that Connor would have liked to ask her about, but New Year’s Day was not the place to be doing that, in the early hours of the morning with her boyfriend set for arrest very soon. He searched her, brow just touching on a question he didn’t ask (yes, though, he had something to say) –

She knew Roy, she dared. Connor decided that telling her of the way his body had arrived in the morgue would be unkind. That she was young, truly, and maybe even afraid. She knew Roy. She did not know that he was dead. Connor decided against pressing for answers he didn’t need, at her expense.

This decision was made through an extended period of eye contact, each sussing the other out, so Connor offered matter-of-factly: “I’m gay.” A change of subject. They’d been flirting, but he offered the information now, a peace offering: if she did not ask, he would not ask in return, and they could wait out the hours to her boyfriend’s arrest, together. Without Ms Tyler calling to warn him beforehand. “What brought you to the States?” their records didn’t show someone traveling with Jimmy, when he’d first arrived.

[rosetylerdwrp]

The change came slowly, and on purpose. She ran her tongue along her teeth as though testing what sort of taste the idea of letting it go left in her mouth.  For one brave moment, she thought, No.  No, this wasn’t right. If he knew something about Roy and all that, she ought to ask, and keep asking till he said. She ought to - To what, though? What was she going to do with anything she learned? What if he was fine already and her nosing would drag him back into it, somehow? Nothing said he had to let her know anything.  And what if something had happened? What if something really had happened? What could she do about any of that, really? Nothing, really. She was just...  Unhappy, by the looks of her. She offered some placating little smile and pushed her drink away. “I’m not,” she offered in the same vein: a related fact to change the subject. She did not link either confession with any of their previous flirting. “Kissed a few girls, though,” she added, right back at it again. Even she knew it was a lame attempt and she laughed at herself for it, ducking her face away into her cup again to chew at the straw.  At least he took pity on her. “What brought you to the states?”  “Well, nothing was happening back home, was it? And Jimmy said he had a good thing going over here.” A shrug. He wasn’t lying at the time. “And then you just sort get used to it, don’t you? Wherever you go, that’s where you are. “And it’s in all the movies, you know? All that ‘American Dream’ and everything. Fresh start in the colonies,” she hummed, tongue in cheek and wry. Never say much about visas and work permits or anything like that, do they? Mm. No. False advertising is what it all was, as far as she was concerned. She couldn’t even think about taking classes.  “Hey, Frankie!” She waved over Connor’s shoulder, brightening at the appearance of a friendly face and an easy change of topic. “Come and sit! She’s a good girl, our Frankie!” she clarified for - Er - Rose let slip a self chastising laugh. “I’d introduce the two of you, but I don’t know your name!” “Oh, he’s cute!” The woman dwarfed Rose and Connor both, but she moved without any clumsiness or odd angles such height could bring. There was grace to the woman, though she teased Rose with crass familiarity and eyed Connor with a bit of a leer.  “He’s gay,” Rose complained.  “Oh, hello!” Frankie hummed suggestively, leaning toward Connor with a- “Oh, shut up!”  Because Rose went to the trouble of punching her away, Frankie recoiled in good humor. “What? He’s cute! Who is he?”  Rose only shrugged and turned her attention back to the suspect stranger, swinging her feet beneath the table, cheerful once again and back to sipping her drink. “Who are you?” 

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rosetylerdwrp​:

“Oh, you know.” The way she smiled then was notable because it was the first time all of her wasn’t in it. She’d been flirting with Connor for twenty minutes, now, in good fun, and apparently Jimmy Stone was a quick way to put an end to that. Her fingers drifted up to her cheekbone, fluttering there with - what, nerves? She didn’t seem the nervous type. Then she tucked her hair behind her ear, instead, and wrapped both hands around the cool glass. “We’ve been on and off for a while. Known him since way back. We moved here together, actually!” she chirped.  It was a shift away from her funk. Didn’t need a special set of detectiving skills to watch her redirect very on purpose; flash a brighter smile as though to remind herself it was a party; invite him back into the fun and the warmth of that, and deliberately away from the shadow of Jimmy Stone. Shiny new year!  (Of course Jimmy would start hers out with someone else’s grudge.) Would have been a great opportunity to redirect. In fact, she looked primed to do so as she took a sip of her drink before continuing.  Only, she went right back to Jimmy Stone. Of course she did. She’d been flirting with this very nice man for twenty minutes, now, and he was cute. Sweet. Wound a bit tight, and she hoped he hadn’t caught her laughing at him. She liked him, whoever he was, so it bothered her that he was fussed about her boyfriend.  (It’ll be different now, Rosy. I mean it. It’ll be better.) “What’s he done this time?” There was that little bit of something, again. She seemed very casual, twirling her straw, but she looked up at the man across from her - what did he say his name was? - with something in her expression that belied the softness of her.

There was the ghost of something, there. Connor watched her fingertips brush over the slant of her cheekbone, eyes too attentive to be fooled by the way she swapped it out for brushing away a stray strand of hair. That was a response he had not anticipated – had not even known his target had a… girlfriend? “You’re dating him,” he noticed aloud. It wasn’t a question. Connor had been returning Ms Tyler’s flirts for the sake of playing the part (he was, in all actuality, very gay), but he realised now she’d been playing a part, as well. And having a good time playing it.

Connor shifted at the bar, to face her more fully, trying to get a read of something he simply would not get a read of in a crowded bar in the early hours of New Year’s Day. That was worth knowing, though. That there was a young woman still actively in the man’s life, who dulled, and ran a hand over her cheekbone, when she was asked about Jimmy Stone.

“What’s he done this time?”

A question Detective Connor Smith was in no position to answer, currently, holding what he heavily suspected to be enough to put Mr Stone away for a not-insubstantial amount of time. He was waiting to be extracted. He wasn’t the only one working tonight, and extraction from a generally-safe bar wouldn’t have been top of the list for police resources.

Still … they were in a public setting, and he knew Hank was listening in somewhere. Connor made a show of assessing her, which was doubly useful because it meant he could assess her as he asked (this was a question, despite the fact it sounded like a statement): “Nah, it’s not like that. Just think he might know what happened to one of my guys. Roy Natalie.” Mr Natalie, a known dealer, had been recovered from the shores of the river, four months ago. Connor watched her, curious: did Ms Tyler know anything about it? “He’s been ghosting me for weeks.”

[rosetylerdwrp]

Oh, she knew something. In the way she recoiled then put up a guard, in the way she put up her spines and glowered, and the accusation - only briefly - in her frowning pout (I thought I liked you!), it was very obvious that she knew something.

She looked ornery, though, and frankly disappointed. (I wanted to like you.)

One of his guys? Hmm. Sure. Yeah. Whatever.

She sipped slowly, now, gauging the man before her. He’d slipped another paradigm and she didn’t know what to think of him, now.

She did know Roy wasn’t one of this guy’s guys, and she was all up in righteous arms as she appraised his lie.

Might be a lie, unless he was a cop. That brought a whole different host of problems with it, but… If he was a cop, she had a few questions of her own. Her and Roy-

Well. If this was Roy’s… whatever the opposite of “informant” was - God, she needed to watch more Law and Order, or something! More and more often, she felt so out of her league. (It made her cranky.)

And if he wasn’t, though, what was he sniffing around her, for? Was he after Jimmy, then?

She wasn’t exactly safe from the low herself, was she? God, what would her mother say to her child behind bars? (When was the last time she’d called her mum?)

Jimmy was better, these days. For weeks, he’d been going out of his way making things right, and not just with her. Cleaning up and cleaning house. He seemed happier, again, finally, playing the guitar again and laughing with her. She didn’t know what the change had been (it wasn’t her, she knew better than to pin any hopes on that), but there had been change. It was good. It felt like he was getting back to himself and dumping the dirt he’d had his hands in.

So as far as she was concerned, whoever this fake was, he was a day late and a dollar short if he was hoping to get anything out of her about that hot mess. Everyone deserved a second chance; even Jimmy Stone.

But he brought up Roy like that, and she didn’t want to miss a chance there.

Roy was meant to be getting out of the game. She thought that was what made Jimmy better, ‘cause didn’t they spend all that time together? They were figuring it out, and Roy and his man were making plans, and they were gonna reach out to Rose once they were settled. She was happy for them.

Only it had been 6 weeks, and she wasn’t stupid, and there was something about Jimmy that still made her hairs rise on the back of her neck, or wouldn’t she have just gone back to her mum? And now someone was asking about Roy, and she wanted nothing more than to /know/, so she said, “I know Roy,” and it was a dare. Only she didn’t know what the challenge was.

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rosetylerdwrp​:

In a moment?  The blonde leaned in like she hadn’t heard, almost, or wasn’t listening, and between the music behind them and the fireworks display above that was certainly possible. And then she turned so suddenly into him that the, “Oh!” almost could have been real, but she winked. Her drink (his luck) was some sweet, icy affair with a tang of alcohol in it (was that allowed?) and it slopped right down his front. “Oh, look out, watch where you’re going, will you? “Are you alright?” The last carried just a little more weight, some little bit of … “urgency” wasn’t the right word for it because she played the part very well. It looked very natural, the way she shook the splatters off of her and onto him. “Well? You owe me a drink, then? Oi - Mickey, I’ll be back, yeah? Come on!”  She grabbed this stranger’s arm and dragged him off, just like that and wiping one hand off on his sleeve, like some practiced routine.  Shady Samaritan: in town all week. 

  – “No, just one. Thanks.”

It was a solid twenty minutes later, and they’d extracted themselves fairly smoothly. Connor still had this young woman - her name was Rose - for company. There was a debriefing that needed to happen with his colleagues, a hand-off of the coke he was currently carrying (he was here for the homicide of a well-known gang member, but he’d been offered the coke, and it wasn’t like he was playing the part of straightlaced) and discussion of whether the near-confession he’d garnered would be enough to secure a conviction.

For now, Connor was making good on the drink that he owed Ms Tyler, because it turned out she really did want him to replace the drink she had drenched him with. Fortunately, it was New Year’s. The bars were very much open, tonight. Her drink arrived with little fanfare, just as fruity and sugary as the one she had lost on a drug dealer’s patio. “So - how do you know Jimmy?”

[rosetylerdwrp]

“Oh, you know.” The way she smiled then was notable because it was the first time all of her wasn’t in it. She’d been flirting with Connor for twenty minutes, now, in good fun, and apparently Jimmy Stone was a quick way to put an end to that. Her fingers drifted up to her cheekbone, fluttering there with - what, nerves? She didn’t seem the nervous type. Then she tucked her hair behind her ear, instead, and wrapped both hands around the cool glass. “We’ve been on and off for a while. Known him since way back. We moved here together, actually!” she chirped.  It was a shift away from her funk. Didn’t need a special set of detectiving skills to watch her redirect very on purpose; flash a brighter smile as though to remind herself it was a party; invite him back into the fun and the warmth of that, and deliberately away from the shadow of Jimmy Stone. Shiny new year!  (Of course Jimmy would start hers out with someone else’s grudge.) Would have been a great opportunity to redirect. In fact, she looked primed to do so as she took a sip of her drink before continuing.  Only, she went right back to Jimmy Stone. Of course she did. She’d been flirting with this very nice man for twenty minutes, now, and he was cute. Sweet. Wound a bit tight, and she hoped he hadn’t caught her laughing at him. She liked him, whoever he was, so it bothered her that he was fussed about her boyfriend.  (It’ll be different now, Rosy. I mean it. It’ll be better.) “What’s he done this time?” There was that little bit of something, again. She seemed very casual, twirling her straw, but she looked up at the man across from her - what did he say his name was? - with something in her expression that belied the softness of her.

[detectiveconnor-deactivated2024]

a human verse open!

“Spill your drink on me.” This was a stranger. In any other scenario Connor would have had a way to extract himself from this situation without having to resort to the goodwill of strangers, but he was being watched too closely to contact his police colleagues and he could make use of this person’s fascination with the fireworks: he kept his eyes on the sky, gesturing vaguely towards the lights like he was making conversation about them. From a distance, this looked perfectly innocent. Polite chatter. He said to the person beside him, when they turned to check what he had just said, “I need a reason to leave. In a minute I’m going to turn and bump into you, spill your drink on me.”

[rosetylerdwrp]

In a moment?  The blonde leaned in like she hadn’t heard, almost, or wasn’t listening, and between the music behind them and the fireworks display above that was certainly possible. And then she turned so suddenly into him that the, “Oh!” almost could have been real, but she winked. Her drink (his luck) was some sweet, icy affair with a tang of alcohol in it (was that allowed?) and it slopped right down his front. “Oh, look out, watch where you’re going, will you? “Are you alright?” The last carried just a little more weight, some little bit of ... “urgency” wasn’t the right word for it because she played the part very well. It looked very natural, the way she shook the splatters off of her and onto him. “Well? You owe me a drink, then? Come on! Oi - Mickey, I’ll be back, yeah? Come on!”  She grabbed this stranger’s arm and dragged him off, just like that and wiping one hand off on his sleeve, like some practiced routine.  Shady Samaritan: in town all week. 

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@rosetylerdwrp​ from x

‘Haunted’. (Connor did not believe in ghosts.)

Well, all else aside it was a suspected crime scene, and Connor intended to get into it. His fingers were still hooked through the chain-link fence he’d been halfway to climbing. The circle of light at his right temple, LED, cycled through a thoughtful blue. A scan suggested Ms Tyler was traveling. She wasn’t a local, and probably shouldn’t have had ghost stories to share. So that meant she was here for another reason, trying to keep him out, which meant - “Who’s already inside?” her friend? Or just an associate?

A bang from the building beyond the fence. It could easily have been gunfire. “Shit,” he abandoned the unarmed Ms Tyler there, hands back on the chainlink so he could scale it impressively quickly: “Stay there.” He did not expect her to be standing there waiting to be arrested for trespass, but at the least, out of the potential line of fire would be nice.

[rosetylerdwrp]

Oh, these meddlesome do-gooders! Really, it was possible to commiserate with the villains, sometimes. (Himself, in there, having a spat with the missus, and that always meant Rose was left standing out in the cold, cranking by herself.) Couldn’t just mind his own?  What was his story, anyway, police?  Nice suit, though. And quicker than average (unfortunately). It earned him a half smile and brighter countenance.  "Ghostbusters,” she answered very vaguely. If it clicked, it was a good laugh. And if it didn’t, she had an instant script. “Yeah, my partner’s just, um...”  Ugh. What else did she have. Wallet? She went fishing in her pockets to find anything official-looking to flash in his face. “I’ve got all the permits, here, hang on! And, um, identification... Sorry they sent you all this way for nothing,” she laughed, friendly, casual, never you mind. “Get you on your way. More important things you can do with your time than babysitting us, I’m sure.” Nothing to see here. Move him along. Smile pretty for the official.  The man wasn’t buying it, anyway, but at least when the bang erupted from inside, it would give her an excuse to pass the blame along later. Hardly got a blink out of her (did he notice?), but the sound shot the man straight into action.  Rose sighed.  It would have been impressive, really, his feat of prowess on a chain link fence (though she would have been more impressed with that go-getter attitude if their goals were aligned). She knew it was no easy task to make it look that easy. Normally, she would have admired his from the rear and followed along after. (”Stay there.” Oh, sure, like that ever works.) She only caught him by the pants-leg because she was well practiced at snatching go-getters off of stranger places than fences, and she yanked him hard enough to drag him back down. If she did not dislodge the man entirely, it would be due to his skill alone. “Look out!” she cried, though she was the one endangering him. 

[rosetylerdwrp]

No, srsly tho, how to tumbl?

[yafictionquotes]

Ann Aguirre, Enclave

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“have you ever wanted a really up-close look at a gross tentacle?”

“Who has ever really wanted that?” Him. The Doctor had. He had. He peered over at her, like this question had taken him entirely off-guard (who even had to ASK that sort of question?!), and then, in an instant, the icy confusion in him melted: the Doctor grinned. The Doctor really, really grinned. “Let’s have a look at a tentacle.”

[rosetylerdwrp]

Her. She did. Rose had to ask questions like that /all/ the time. And it got an eye-roll, though she was grinning by the time he finally answered. Watching the way he gathered himself up to follow her the way he did, she was almost disappointed to offer a mere nod in the right direction.

She laughed at him, properly, when he nodded back (how did he do that, with his eyebrows?) and waited, so that she had to catch him, bodily, and turn him around.

Not only was the tentacle still creeping in through the window, but there seemed to be no end to it! It was already twice as long as it was when she’d noticed it and it was still coming, so she remained half-hidden there behind him until he moved closer to inspect it and she was left to fend for herself. There was something about the way he bent forward that inspired her warning: “You remember what happened in Yipzor!” 

[occasionalrpmemes]

RPers, please reblog this if you’re ok with para responses that don’t include dialogue.

        Often it seems like an expectation that dialogue will be exchanged in every para response, but sometimes characters are nonverbal, or don’t have anything to say, or are in a situation that would make talking impractical. If the writer puts enough attention into describing their actions, though, there’s still plenty to respond to even without dialogue.         Non-dialogue responses are not “going nowhere.” Non-dialogue responses are not “filler.” Non-dialogue responses are not non-responses.

[caprette-is-no-longer-active]

u fucked up, boi

[miraculousdays]

This is still my favourite thing ever

[tenrose]

[homosexualprofessional]

when he stupid, but he’s your stupid 

[voleuxe]

“Is it true you saved his life?”

               ❝ ‘Is it true’ ?❞It was certainly shocking, that question so out of the wild blue like that, and the way it was phrased. Is it true, like there was a reason to lie or like, somehow, the idea of the Doctor being in that much danger was absurd. Both concepts didn’t even hold up long enough to be considered, really. She was considering something, though. She glanced over her shoulder, feigning the concern that he’d overhear in a surreptitious effort to stall. She could feel the weight of eyes on her -with as much presence as the thrum of the TARDIS engines she could feel through the soles of her shoes- and was (uncharacteristically) hesitant to meet them.         ❝I stopped him from getting killed once, yes.❞ Just one time? Maybe more than that. Maybe less. Sometimes it was hard to tell how much danger they were in - she just knew she had acted with the thought in mind at least once. In any case, that almost wasn’t the point- ❝But I haven’t really saved him.❞ Lu looked up.

        ❝Not yet.❞        Oh that yet. She wielded it like a weapon, didn’t she? Like one of those knives she was so familiar with, like something to be used while wearing a combative smirk, so confident she knew what she was doing.

[rosetylerdwrp]

It wasn’t supposed to come out like she was accusing her or anything. It didn’t take enough to earn the badge for the claim to be challenged. Really, truly, honestly, she was only making an effort because whatever else she might have thought about the woman (and she’d been thinking quite a lot about her), Rose was so glad she - Lu - was there and that he was smiling like that (even if his smile was for somebody else). Relief- it was just relief. 

And she was already kicking herself, too, for ever thinking it was exclusively hers in the first place; that it might be lost, just because she was. The universe didn’t stop just because Rose Tyler wasn’t in it. It kept right on going and so did he and that was good - great! It was just great.

And she’d been ready to give the young woman the benefit of the doubt, too, because if she was there at all it meant she was worth that, at least: the benefit of Rose’s doubt (and she’d been doubting quite a lot about her). So if she did not go into it wholeheartedly, it was at least a genuine effort.

And she was genuinely peevish by the end of their very short exchange and didn’t hide it well, though she tried.

“Ok. Well.” A beat. A little laugh, more scoff than amusement escaped her. The worrying at her thumbnail ceased and she crossed her arms. “Thanks.”

(She could throw her own, stupid daggers at stupid, little smirks.)

[moroniic-old]

"N- no, I'm looking for someone." With a facility like this (full of puzzles!), he could be just about ANYWHERE. "The Doctor. Skinny guy, with really good hair?"

@rosetylerdwrp

       “ oh! the doctor.  he shows up every now and then here. hard to miss, actually. usually finds me more than i find him, though. he’s…pretty much the only one alive here that isn’t a robot or a test subject. except…well, i guess except for you, now. ” an expression equally as suspicious as it was curious crossed his face.

        “ you….aren’t a test subject, right? should’ve asked that first. i’m not - i really shouldn’t get mixed up in…, ah, escaped test subjects again… ”

[rosetylerdwrp]

The change in her came slowly; first, a double take. Then she stopped trying to get a better look over his shoulder and looked at him, properly. As her attention shifted, everything in her stilled. She settled onto the flats of her feet, planting herself there in front of him and didn’t bother hiding the frown his question got. “Which one are you?” was the response he got. Open wonder without judgement, because she had to backtrack and adjust to the new paradigm. 

And, once she’d caught up (so quickly that she interrupted his reply), she asked, “What do you mean, ‘escape’? Where /are/ we?” 

[autisticbillpotts]

I’ve got to know Algy quite well since I’ve been in town. Trust me, you’re not his type. I’ll distract him. Don’t wait up.

[beyknowles]

#tfw you don’t even get an evil plan

[daily-bad-jokes]

Do you want a brief explanation of what an acorn is?

In a nutshell, it’s an oak tree.