i am a slow roleplayer. not only do i get distracted easily, i get overwhelmed easily. sometimes i can’t talk and do drafts at the same time so i am sorry if i ignore your message. i am deliberate and methodical with every word choice. i like to spend my time on my writing and getting to that emotional level within myself to evoke a proper response with each reply. i’m not good at whipping out thread after thread. i never have been. i’m sorry if that’s the way you roleplay and i don’t match up, but i like to think the quality of the writing makes up for my lack of speed. thank you so much!

     Amy trusted him and stood close, but didn’t move forward any.  She waited for his move.  When he turned to tell her it was stuck shut, she hated the for a moment that she even suggested they try to save them, but watching him trying to do it again and finally managing to get it open she smiled.  She knew he could do it, because if there was anything she knew about Rory.. is that one.. they were stronger together and two, he would never give up.  He was strong and stubborn, and she loved that about him.

     Amy trusted Rory, believed in him.  They couldn’t rely on the Doctor to help them forever, they would eventually have to do it all for themselves.  She knew that and she knew that Rory did as well.  Amy wouldn’t leave Rory’s side, no matter what it was, she was going to stand beside him and face whatever came their way, because together, they were strong.  She knew if anyone could save them, it was Rory.  Rory would know what to do, what they needed to do to save their neighbors.  They were such a sweet old couple and Amy hated the idea that something might happen to them.

     Once he pulled her inside she heard the sounds and tried to think about all the things that the Doctor had taught her about other Alien life in the universe.  She couldn’t think of any right off the bat.  She was afraid, but she couldn’t let Rory do this alone, he would never be alone again.  So long as they were together, it would be fine.  “I think we should too, just so we can get a good idea of what we might be dealing with here.”  She nodded in agreement, keeping herself close to him again.

     A blonde woman walked through the rubble. Hands pulling the leather jacket to shield out the bite of winter.  Nightfall would soon descend upon London. The streets were mostly deserted by now. No one was going to take any chances. Not if they wanted to see tomorrow.  And with most of the public shelters filled now, Rose would have to head to the underground.   It hadn’t taken her but a moment to realize where she’d ended up. Again. Not only were bombs dropping out of the sky but also her past self. Along with the Doctor, Jack and certain mystery species. Add that to the list of people to avoid. Didn’t need to be risking that either. What she wouldn’t give to run back there though. To be selfish.                                              So close.   

 She shivered. Whether it was the cold or the thought of being so reckless not even Rose could say. But it took her out of her reverie no less. Most of the buildings on this street were half decimated. Except for one, that seemed to be the shining glory of the neighborhood. A museum.   Most of the windows were covered in smiling faces of ‘Londoners’ depicting how normals their lives still could be. But one, however, cast a light upon the sidewalk. What on earth? Peeking in, Rose saw in the back corner of the room, a singular torch shining on the exhibit (A giant box.) Probably someone who’d rushed out too soon.    Trying the doors, Rose opened one with ease. Down the hallway a few doors shone the light. The echo of her shoes had her wincing. Quickly she rounded the door, grabbing the torch and clicking it off.      But there was a weird sensation pulling at her. Reaching out, Rose touched the script on the exhibit. “This doesn’t look like anything from around here….”

The bluest blue the universe has ever known - and just at the right moment. Cursing under her breath, River Song dashed across the courtyard of the small Egyptian city, glancing behind her every so often to make sure she wasn’t being followed. There were people everywhere, going about their business left and right, but not a single person seemed really to see the solid blue box that was sitting at the corner of the courtyard - perhaps there was just something about being a time traveler that made these things obvious to River. 

Either way, as the Time Lady made her way up to the doors of the box, she slid out a key, hurriedly unlocking the door and slipping inside. She had seen the Doctor and Amy slip out of the TARDIS not five minutes before - no doubt on their way to some sort of an adventure, but River needed the lovely time machine for her own doings. Besides - the Doctor never seemed to notice. This wasn’t the first time she would use the TARDIS as a way to run from the scene of the crime, and it was highly unlikely that it was ever going to be the last.

There was a series of shouts and running from the courtyard, but River was having none of it, and swiftly shut the door of the TARDIS, tossing her bag onto the console and instinctively powering her up in order to take off.  Stabilizers on - Temporal shield lever, up - aaaaand take off. Gorgeous. It didn’t really matter where she went, as long as she was out of that city and some place where she could go through her bag of spoils.  “Ohhhh this is going to get me plenty of credits with the Salutarian Institute,” She muttered to herself when she was sure the TARDIS was stable in the time vortex.

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I’ve had lots of input on Clara’s style. It’s quite English rose meets sci-fi girl. She looks pretty, but underneath she’s a total action hero who can kick ass. - Jenna Coleman