WhoLock (Doctor Who & Sherlock) Roleplay-OPEN

[Paper-Thorn]

((I didnt want anyone to drop everything, i wanted to figure out where everyone is))

[nerdyteengirl]

((I must have misuderstood. My apologies. Ok, there's Rose, Dalek Spark, and the Master somewhere outside, then everyone else [Ten, Eleven, Clara, John, and Krystah] are in the tunnels under London. c:))

[kona.]

((I seriously hate to be rude here or anything, but to One Step Closer can you post a little longer? We all post several lines/sentences and i think we're looking for more than 3 lines. And also, we're all typing in 3rd person/past tense, so that would be awesome.
I'll post asap but i'm really busy))

[one step c l o s e r]

Rose Tyler

I turned my back on the Master and the Dalek, preparing to walk away. "Nice chat," I called. Suddenly, I turned on my heel and strode back to them. I needed to know why these two were here -this kind always had a reason."Well," I started. "I was going to leave, but then, I figured that you two must have a reason for being here, right?" I walked over to the Dalek and stared straight down its eyestalk. "So why don't you tell me why?" I narrowed my eyes and crossed my arms. I had to look as if I wasn't afraid of the Dalek, or it would probably use my fear to its advantage.

>>I added to my post. :3 Hope this is better!

[kona.]

(That's great. Do you think you could write in 3rd person?)

[one step c l o s e r]

>>I'll try, but I usually RP in 1st person, it's just easier for me. I'll do my best!

[The BadWolf]

{Right, I lost this RP! I apologise. If I understand, 10, 11 and John are looking for Sherlock?}

Sherlock heard voices. A quiet sigh escaped his lips. He'd made it this far, without running into anyone that could send him back, and now he was going to be ambushed! Sherlock chuckled, walking forwards quickly and then stopping. He was lost! Him? Sherlock holmes? Lost?
"Impossible, I just misplaced my steps...tis all....now where is my blogger?" He muttered, turning on his heel and deciding to retrace his steps. "If I can get to where I got...misplaced my steps, then I should be able to find-to correct my error." The detective still refused to admit he'd gotten lost. Sherlock considered texting John, maybe that way he'd be able to find his friend. Reaching into his pocket, he froze. Mycroft had even taken the phone!

[Jailor]

Dalek Spark stared back. She was contemplating on what to say.
"I DO NOT HAVE TO SPECIFY MY REASONS FOR BEING ON EARTH." She spoke stiffly, scanning the human. It had a high heart rate, and was probably frightened, thought it didn't show it. Brave humans were rather dumb. They were the ones that always got themselves killed in an act of bravery. And the excuse? Apparently it was a 'noble death'.
Spark scoffed inwardly. It was death, and that was it. Nothing noble about a brave person dying. Death was death, and it stayed death. Well, apart from most Time Lords.

[one step c l o s e r]

Rose Tyler

Rose laughed. "Yeah, you do!" she told the Dalek. She leaned in close to it and said, with a voice like stone, "Because you always have a reason. And if you won't tell me, then I'll find out for myself. And you wouldn't want a human meddling in your plans, now would you?" Rose whirled around to the Master and said, "And that goes for you too, Time Lord." She crossed her arms. "I'll be able to tell if you're lying."

[nerdyteengirl]

Krystah gave Ten an indignant look. "What... Do you mean by aliens using our planet as a... farm?" She asked curiously. She had always been on the curious side, and decided to go with it. But still, how could aliens exist? "I didn't realize aliens actually existed. Care to explain?" She spoke dryly. She glanced at John with a slight smile. She addressed the three men. "My name is Krystah, by the way. And yes, I've been locked up here for a long time. I don't know why. Neither of my brother's would tell me, as they work here. Neither would Mycroft. I wouldn't plan on trusting them for anything, because they'd change sides if the other side had a better deal. Trust me, I know." She spoke with a bitter, unhappy tone.

John looked at the girl with slight surprise. So she had been locked up here too. "I'm John." He spoke a little absentmindedly. He turned back to the doctor's. "So, what kind of doctor's are you? I'm in medicine." He crossed his arms a little impatiently. "221B, that's my flat! I mean, my and Sherlock's. We have to find him.. He's got to be around here somewhere! Can't you use that little laser pointer to scan around here?"

Eleven

Eleven looks at himself, a smile tugging on my lips. "I...dabble." he says in response to the query about his profession. Taken aback at the thought of his sonic screwdriver being thought of as a 'laser pointer,' he pulls it out of his pocket. "This is a fine, 52nd Century sonic screwdriver!" he say, flipping it into the air, catching it, and fiddling with the settings. "I suppose I could do a scan for lifeforms," the Doctor muttered, activating the sonic and spinning in a circle. The mid-pitched whine filled the hall, wavering in frequency as it encountered humans. "The closest person is that-a-way!" Eleven declares, pointing down the arm of the T-intersection the group had not yet been down. "We can find your friend, drop you two off at command central and continue on our mission!" he declares, grinning at his plan and taking Clara's hand.

Clara

Clara smiled up at the Doctor, so full of the excitement that each new adventure brought. He said he was over a thousand years old, and yet here he was, jumping around like it was his first time out of his TARDIS. "Come on then!" she said, starting off down the hall. "Let's go meet Sherlock Holmes!" Eleven soon gestured for her to go ahead, then dropped back to talk with the spikey-haired man...had he told her his name? Clara couldn't remember. Shrugging, she adjusted her pace to walk by John. "Hello," she said with a smile. "I'm Clara."