A Doctor Lost, A Doctor Found 03The bag on the bed was half-packed, clothes strewn around as she searched for the comfiest in her closet. Her mum had left to take Tony for ice cream while Rose got her things together, promising to bring back her favorite hot fudge sundae. Rose ran a hand through her dirty blonde hair, trying to brush it without having to dig out her comb. She'd put on pants now, proper ones, and the huge grey cardigan she wore had been the Doctor's. It held the same bright saltwater smell in its fibers as his jacket.A Doctor Lost, A Doctor Found 033 years ago in Sci-Fi
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She'd been able to go at least an hour without crying so far that day, so her first day without him in two years seemed to be going fairly well. She found she'd woken at two, and couldn't remember sleeping so late since she was a teenager. Torchwood had been leaving messages all day, so Rose finally called them back and told Ianto she would be gone for a week or two. They'd been almost too understanding. She didn't like the way they were tiptoeing around her like she was made of glass. S
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Age (Translated in Human Years): Roughly 6, closing in on 7
Curiosity killed the cat. Not that the human term was yet known to Cybertronians, but it was one that was almost quite literally lethal to the Techno-Organic Novastrike. The young femme had grown restless and bored in the large room her clan and caretaker were stationed in, and found herself wandering off alone in the Nemesis halls. No one noticed her small form up against the wall, or simply choose to ignore her.
Even young, her pedes were naturally soft and light upon the floor. Cautious, you could say. Even as a child, she was well aware noise would attract attention, and attention could lead to trouble. Most of her group of fellow Techno-Organic had not seemed to pick up on this yet, if they ever would. Their loud, rambunctious ways didn’t entertain Nova