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GWEN COOPER
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thecopper: <user site="livejournal.com" user="blinding_echoes"> (Default)
2015-12-31 02:20 am
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Answerphone and Contact Post

Hiya, you have reached Gwen Cooper. I'm unavailable, so please leave a message and I'll call you back as soon--

Oh, Jack, this bloody well better be impo--

::click::

::beep::

{{please leave any messages for Gwen or her mun if you need to reach us!}}
thecopper: <user site="livejournal.com" user="blinding_echoes"> (Torchwood)
2010-12-31 01:20 am
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How's My Driving? Post



Concrit post. Anonymous posting enabled, IP addresses not logged, all comments are screened.

Please be honest, but don't be a twat or Gwen will yell at you.
thecopper: <user site="livejournal.com" user="blinding_echoes"> (Relaxed but Confused)
2010-09-19 01:27 pm

Day Two {for [livejournal.com profile] quitehomoerotic}

Even though she was a bit tired, and more than a bit overwhelmed, Gwen entered the Hub on her second day of work with a certain amount of unexpected optimism.

Sure, she'd inadvertently unleashed a killer onto the streets of Cardiff but she'd sorted it, hadn't she? And the team had come out unscathed and that Captain Jack Harkness had seemed almost pleased with her. While she wouldn't exactly consider her first day a glowing success, it wasn't an absolute failure, either, she thought proudly.

At least, until she slid into her shiny, new work station and saw the note stuck to her computer screen. And her heart sunk a little, and she sighed.



Her mind reeled with all of the reasons Jack might want to see her so early on her first day. Perhaps he'd changed his mind, decided she wasn't a capable second in command. Worse, maybe he thought she wasn't a good fit for the team. Maybe he was just going to cut her loose, send her back to the police which was a horribly embarrassing thought, if not only for the conversation she'd had with Andy the day before.

Bollocks, she needed to call him. She'd do that later, if she remembered... Speaking of remembering, she'd need to avoid Ianto's coffee until after the meeting, in case the post-it was a scam and Jack intended to retcon her straight away.

Instead, Gwen spent her time coming up with justifications for anything Jack might say to her, and before long it was ten til ten, and she'd had quite enough of sitting around labouring over the meaning behind a sodding note. So with a resigned sigh, she plodded up to Jack's office and stood in the doorway, trying her best to not glower as she stared at him.

"You wanted to see me, Jack?"
thecopper: <user site="livejournal.com" user="blinding_echoes"> (Looking Back)
2010-05-24 11:22 pm
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Why Gwen Cooper Doesn't Suck Rant-times!

I'm jumping in on the rant wagon with something I've been meaning to do for a long time.

Misconceptions. I am here to kill them. )


There's my soapbox for the evening. Feel free to question and discuss in the comments, now that you know my point of view on these various matters.
thecopper: <user site="livejournal.com" user="blinding_echoes"> (Sporfling in a Cute Hat)
2010-04-04 12:53 am
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SHE LIVES?

♡♥♡♥♡ RP LOVE MEME ♡♥♡♥♡

♡♥♡my thread♡♥♡



And because it's only fair...

The How's My Driving? Meme
thecopper: <user site="livejournal.com" user="blinding_echoes"> (Sitting on a Bed)
2010-03-06 11:13 pm

for [livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse... If you could see yourself now...

“What did you two do today?”

Gwen sat on the edge of the bed, running a brush through her hair as she watched Rhys wrench at the tie around his neck. The muted light of the bedside lamp spilled over the sheets, lulling the room into a sleepy darkness.

“We went out. Ended up having lunch on Mermaid Quay; the weather's been improvin' a bit, hasn't it?”

“You should have seen my backlog today,” Rhys replied, as if she had asked. “Bloody mess, all of it. Did you have a good time?”

Nothing crawled out from the sewers and the bay didn't fall into the sea, so it could have been worse. )


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Cut for length and slight spoilers for Children of Earth
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Muse: Gwen Cooper, Torchwood
Prompt: #324 - If you, as a child, could see yourself now, what do you think you would say?
Verse: Open Future Verse
Word Count: 983
thecopper: <user site="livejournal.com" user="blinding_echoes"> (Serious Business)
2010-02-22 04:28 pm
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Time for Some Serious Business

I know I have a permanent HMD, but it's never been used. I'm getting back into the swing of RPing in games and in-journal lately, and to be honest, I'm feeling... stuck. I'm so settled in my characterization for Gwen I'm not sure what I'm doing right or wrong anymore. So, here's a random crit request, since I know hunting down someone's HMD isn't always as easy as just clicking "reply to" on your flist.

So, I don't know anyone who doesn't feel like they aren't getting enough feedback. So... let's give some. What do you like about my pup? What do you think could be improved? What things about them do you not understand that you'd like elaborated on?

Please be as specific as possible, especially in areas you feel I am doing wrong. What parts of characters am I missing? What episodes do you feel I need to canon-review as I may be ignoring important events/developments in my characterization? Are there certain things you think I overuse or under use? Am I annoying you yet?

(It also should be noted, this request for crit applies as equally to prompts and fic as it does to RP.)

Screening is enabled. Anon is activated if you don't feel comfortable posting with a journal.

x-posted to [livejournal.com profile] poshmouthytart for her benefit, too.
thecopper: <user site="livejournal.com" user="blinding_echoes"> (Wind Swept)
2010-02-18 12:49 am

Song Meme: "Stay," for [livejournal.com profile] rude_not_ginger

But you sailed away,
A fine summer's day,
Cause you heard it calling,
A new day dawning,
You were longing to find.


“Stay.”

It's one word. A simple word, so tiny, and she grasps it like a pebble in her fist. Gwen has words, so many words she wants to say, but there is only one that falls from her lips without a thought. It's filled with longing and regret and fear and adoration, and she knows he hears every part of it, every facet of her soul calling to him. Stay.

And she knows it means nothing. It's a single pebble on a beach of thousands, millions, billions. It's a single pebble that he loves no less and no more than the one next to it. He will pick up every one, hold it, weigh it, memorize every lump, every line, every hue, before he returns it to the ground. And he'll move on, because there are so many pebbles. So much to see, so much to do.

Her eyes plead, and his eyes shine with wonder and humour and some disappointment and her request. Because she should know better, shouldn't she? She should know the longing in his heart for freedom is just as strong as her longing that he could ever belong to her.

“No,” he tells her, and she knows better than to argue. She's loved too many wild hearts in her time, and she can't break him, anymore than she could break Jack. He's the Doctor; he's a lord of time and space and so many things she could never understand, and he's destined to leave her, to chase his own longing now that their time is over.

And with no other words to follow, he is gone. She's just a single pebble among thousands, a single star among billions, and he loves her no less and no more than any other.

Muse: Gwen Cooper, Torchwood
Prompt: the song meme: "Stay" by Alison Krauss
Verse: Open Verse
Word Count: 297
thecopper: <user site="livejournal.com" user="blinding_echoes"> (Wind Swept)
2010-02-09 11:46 pm
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(no subject)

"OMG I LOVE YOUR _____": A RP Meme D'Amour : My Thread
thecopper: <user site="livejournal.com" user="blinding_echoes"> (Sporfling in a Cute Hat)
2010-02-08 11:07 pm
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Because Gwen-mun loves a meme bandwagon, especially one she is late to

:: Select 5-10 first lines from your fic/etc
:: Post them, exactly as they are, punctuation, italics/etc, and all
:: Challenge your flist to write a drabble or ficlet with the same first line in the comments
:: Have fun with what people come up with!
:: Repost at will


1. The Cardiff night rests heavily over the city.

2. It never ceases to amaze her, really, how people so easily forget.

3. The gunfire broke the air around them.

4. She remembered being that cold and scared once.

5. “What the bloody hell are you doing in here?”