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Hello tags! We’re a SuperWho group looking for members to complete us. Sam Winchester and Castiel are among those wanted. Not to mention Crowley and Charlie. And the Twelfth Doctor. So send some applications in! 

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hhaha omg tell me a thing Mark Sheppard will be Canton or Crowley ?

Yes, I realised/remembered that after we opened the group that the fabulous Mark Sheppard appeared in Doctor Who and Supernatural. That amused me alot. But he will be Crowley in this group. Though those who have met Canton in the Doctor Who universe, feel free to play into this fact!

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The dash is active, we’ve got our first Supernatural character and we’ve got a couple of Doctors running about with the companions. Isn’t this perfect? Come join us. 

Preferably as Sam before Dean goes insane and starts shooting people! 

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Welcome to a Journey’s End: The Things We Left Behind, J!  We’re glad to have you as part of our community.  Please make your account and send it in within 12 hours.

✔ NAME/ALIAS, AGE, TIMEZONE.

J, 17, GMT

✔ EXPERIENCE

I’ve been roleplaying in appless and app roleplays for around two or so years. I’ve played a few Doctor Who characters in that time as well but I haven’t played any in a while.

✔ ACTIVITY

At least five out of seven days a week. Generally because I have work and other things I need to take care of.

✔ CHARACTER DESIRED

Tenth Doctor

✔ SECONDARY CHOICE

Twelfth Doctor

✔ WHY DID YOU CHOOSE THIS CHARACTER?

I’ve played both of these characters before and I just love playing them. They’re so fascinating, amazing and just generally great that I’d love to play them again. For ten, I love his relationship with all of his companions, how he treats them as a friend in many ways. For twelve, I love how his and Clara’s relationship are like they’ve been married for years.

✔ PARA SAMPLE

The windows which were open at the far end of the room let a gentle cool breeze trail through. The crisp morning air caressing her cheeks and close eyelids as she lay in the soft bed, relishing in the last few moments of peace she could have before pulling herself out of the comfort of her bed. However the loud buzzing cut through the silence, groaning the brunette rolled over and reached out to slowly pull the phone off the wooden bedside table. Even though it was mid-morning, Leah still had to shield her eyes from the brightness of the screen as she checked the new message she’d just received. The Greaser was surprised to see that a few of the gang were meeting up, especially at this time in the morning. It was a surprise to her how anyone could drag themselves out of their bed before noon on a Sunday. Her fingers moved over the screen as she typed out of her reply but she set the device back down on the table, pushing herself up and resting back on her hands. Exhaling gently, she slid out of bed, letting her bare feet touch down on the carpeted floor before making her way across the room. She reached up, casually running a hand through her brown hair, which hung in loose curls, cascading down her back. Leah trailed over to the window, which was currently covered by the curtains; her hand reached up and drew them back slowly as she cast her eyes down towards the street. She took a seat on the edge of the window sill, staring down at the partly empty street which only had a few people walking either way along it. It was common for not many people to be out right now.

She watched for a few moments longer before pushing herself away from the window, rubbing her eyes with her hand as she attempted to remove the hazy sleepy vision from them. The brunette made her way towards the en-suite, which she’d been lucky in persuading her dad to give her in exchange for the bigger bedroom. She’d been happy to, meaning she got the privacy she needed when getting ready. Plus it was better than them sharing a bathroom if there hadn’t been an en-suite. She didn’t waste any time as she stripped off the clothes she’d fallen asleep in last night, well early hours of the morning when she’d arrived back home. Soon enough she was standing under the hot water, washing away any evidence of the events from last night and early hours of this morning. After cleaning the dirt from her, the young female pulled herself out from under the hot water as she switched the shower off. Once exiting the bathroom and drying herself, along with towel drying her wet hair, she dressed in the usual attire. Since the weather outside looked fairly warm, a pair of shorts and a vest shirt hung on the slim figure of the female. Like most Greasers, she took the leather jacket which was draped over the chair in the corner of her room to pull over her shoulders in order to complete the stereotype female Greaser look. Leah finished up on getting ready rather quickly; fixing her hair, doing her make-up, brushing her teeth and finally swiping the half empty cigarette pack along with her keys and phone from the bedside table before making her way out of her room. From the quietness of the two-storey house, she suspected her father was still sound asleep.

The quietness of the house was pretty normal for Leah to be surrounded by, her father worked most of the time and she rarely saw him but it wasn’t like she was actually home a lot anyway. The young female tried her best not to make a lot of noise as she took some money out of the jar which they kept in one of the cupboards at the back, along with rummaging through drawers to find a new lighter since she’d lost hers last night at some point. Once she’d double checked that she had everything she needed, Leah made her way out of the house. She made sure to lock the door behind her, already lighting up one of the cigarettes she’d taken from the packet and taking a drag. Since she was low on them and in need of something to drink, she was glad they’d agreed to meet at the gas station which wasn’t too far from her house. The brunette casually walked through the mostly empty streets of her neighbours, being caught up by Effie along the way. The girls made conversation as they walked, laughing and joking as they usually did when they were together. It seemed when they reached the gas station that they were the first to arrive out of the group; Leah took one final drag from the cigarette between her fingers before dropping it to the ground and putting it out as she exhaled the smoke. Making her way towards the door, she pulled it open and headed inside. She walked straight towards the fridges at the back, grabbing a cold bottle of some drink she liked before grabbing a fresh pack of cigarettes, making her way towards the counter at the end of the small store in order to pay.

Twisting the cap on the bottle, breaking the seal, as she made her way out of the store, she rose the bottle to her lips and took a small sip whilst using her free hand to open the door. As she swallowed, she looked across the partly empty gas station except for the three cars. One of them she could swear she recognized as being a Soc’s, the brunette tilted her head as she looked across to the car with a slightly confused look as she tried to figure out who’s it was. As the brunette screwed the lid back onto the bottle, she watched as the driver climbed out of the car. She had to admit, they had some nerve parking up here to get some gas. But she was alone and there seemed to be at least two others in the car, as geared up as she was for a fight, she wasn’t stupid even with Effie being by her side. Her eyes followed the driver as he started to fill his car up, using the pump. The brown eyed female let her eyes wander over the vehicle, falling on the passenger side and her eyes widened as she watched someone who she knew quite well climb out of the car next. Just from their back, she knew who it was. Her younger brother. He was hanging around with Socs. She had to bite her tongue as she watched him leaned against the car, completely unaware she was staring at him. A part of her had known he would get caught up with them, she nearly had whilst being on that side of town but she was a Greaser now. Not that she was complaining. Effie pulled her out of her trance as she watched her younger brother, turning her head to face her friend before they both started walking to one of the benches on the edge of the sidewalk in front of the gas station.

From the corner of her eye, she could see Effie watching them as well. “They’ve got a nerve showing up here.” The brunette muttered to her as she turned her head away from watching them again. If she watched them any longer then she was sure Effie would know something was up with one of them. A part of her didn’t want her to believe her younger brother was hanging around with lowlifes such as that, but it wasn’t like she had been there to tell him not to. The female took a seat on the bench, looking across to Effie before looking past her and watching a few more of the Greasers start to show up. She could tell by the looks on their faces that they’d spotted the Soc’s car, the tensing in their jaws and stern look even if half of them did look tired. Leah took the cigarette which was offered to her as she moved to sit on the arm of the bench as those who had arrived seemed to pile onto it. “So who got their ass busted last night?”

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If you would like me to apply with an IC sample, then just feel free to message me here! :)

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Could you apply for any character from any fandom or does it have to be Doctor Who and Supernatural?

I’m sorry anon, but it’s only from Supernatural and Doctor Who.  And it’s a small group rp, so we’re only looking for certain characters.  If you’re interested, we do have important characters that are indeed still needed if you’d like to check them out.

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Welcome to a Journey’s End: The Things We Left Behind, Erika!  We’re glad to have you as part of our community.  Please make your account and send it in within 12 hours.

✔ NAME/ALIAS, AGE, TIMEZONE.

Name:Erika

Age:18

Timezone:EST

✔ EXPERIENCE

I’ve been RPing for about two years now. I typically play Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, or Lucifer.

✔ ACTIVITY

It’s summer now so I’ll be on just about every day. I don’t know my college schedule yet. I work until about 3pm EST.

✔ CHARACTER DESIRED

Dean Winchester

✔ SECONDARY CHOICE

Sam Winchester

✔ WHY DID YOU CHOOSE THIS CHARACTER?

I love Dean because the character and I have similar tastes in just about everything. His sarcastic personality is very fun to play.

✔ PARA SAMPLE

“Son of a bitch!” The elder Winchester shouted. Dean wasn’t quiet sure who it was directed to. It was almost more so directed to the wind then anything. The time was 5:02 am, meaning the people of what seemed like London was asleep. His deep voice was the only thing that broke the strangely stagnant silence. The hunter’s first thought was finding Sam. He had no idea where his younger brother was, or if they were even in the same reality. Anger flooded through Dean as he tried calling Sam but got nothing on the other line.

Dean rounded a corner, but ended up stopping dead in his tracks. A phone booth painted a cobalt blue hue stood in the middle of the sidewalk. Instantly, the phone box sent the elder Winchester red flags. Phone boxes like these weren’t common anymore. Approaching it slowly, Dean tugged at the doors. It was locked, which only intrigued the hunter more. 

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Nope it’s all good.

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Welcome to a Journey’s End: The Things We Left Behind, Mia!  We’re glad to have you as part of our community.  Please make your account and send it in within 12 hours.

✔ NAME/ALIAS, AGE, TIMEZONE.

HI! I’m Mia. I would prefer not to disclose my age for privacy reasons, but I am under the age of 18. My timezone is GMT + 8 subject to change.

✔ EXPERIENCE

I currently have an indie roleplay account for Astrid Hofferson, and I used to play Rose in a different RP group, as well as an independent blog. Clara Oswald was also one of my muses at one point.

✔ ACTIVITY

8.5/10 . My activity is generally often, but I might slow down because of other obligations.

✔ CHARACTER DESIRED

Rose Tyler

✔ SECONDARY CHOICE

N/A 

✔ WHY DID YOU CHOOSE THIS CHARACTER?

Rose has always been one of my favorite characters from Who, and writing her within this plot really appealed to me and seems interesting and fun.

✔ PARA SAMPLE

{This is written within the scenario that Rose is trapped in another world, which is not canon.}

The first thing Rose spotted when she entered her office, at six in the morning, was a stack of cables. Although this was a regular occurrence, she groaned inwardly, dreading to look through all the hoax alien reports from across England. As she sat down, she recalled that Rose had sworn during her teenage years, that she wouldn’t get a job behind a desk. Although, this certain behind a desk job wasn’t what it seemed. One of the brightly-coloured files caught her eye, and she threw it in the trash. Rose made a mental note to organize some sort of filtering system for cables, so that none of the employees would be buried in spam. 

Around thirty-cables later, the pile was almost midway done. Her coffee mug was half empty, and Rose rubbed her temples, hoping for a real case. Fieldwork was the highlight of her job, and it drove her mad to do something that would appear, to the casual bystander, ordinary. Finally, a file marked ‘Flash’ appeared. Photos displayed a rapidly worsening scene of clockwork droids strangling children in Knightsbridge. Rose shot up, her heart beating fast, when she noticed the watermark. The Chive. It was a scam. Rose was about to move on when she noticed the robots. She examined the paper closely. “It can’t be.” She mumbled. Instinctively, she reached for her phone to call John, but remembered that he was away. On one of his ‘business trips.’ “It’s fine.” Rose spoke aloud tensely, before shoving the phone in her drawer. Snatching a bag, she crept out the door, calling a taxi.

“Ealing.” She hung up and stuck an ‘absent’ sign on the door. Rose could feel the familiar build of adrenaline, her nerves tingling, min working out possible scenarios and solutions. The thrill pumped through her veins, the corner of her lips turning upwards. Something new. Someone new. Somehow alien. The daring woman never got tired of it. Her pace grew quicker and quicker, turning into a run. The wind flew through her hair, her smile growing by the second, barely noticing the rapid breeze that seemed to be reforming the world around her.

Until she turned a corner and ran into something that extinguished the feeling.

The exhilarating rush faded, confusion filling it’s place as her head whipped around. The wind faded. No sound, no people, no rush hour. Skyscrapers, buildings, houses, all gone. Instead, trees surrounded her, street lamps on the pavement, a few buildings within her line of vision. The only thing that appeared to be the same was, herself. Well, not exactly.

Water reached up to her knees, soaking her jeans and shoes. “Ugh!” Rose had ran straight into a pond. She clambered out of it, rolling up her trousers. She skimmed the area. It was new, but got the kind of new she enjoyed. Not exotic, dangerous, or particularly interesting. It looked ordinary. Of course, not everything it was it seemed to be, but her instinct told her, quite plainly, that this was a bad place to be, wet boots or not. Don’t panic. The coldness of the water seemed to spread through her body, dread filling her. Rose walked around the corner, where she had come from, and saw nothing she knew. A large grocery store. But it was what was beyond that, that had captivated her attention. A forest. A forest that spread left and right, beyond the border of buildings. There was a mysterious aura to the forest, as if it was beckoning her, mist seeping through the branches. 

Curiosity got the better of her as she jogged forward. Slowly, Rose ran her hands over the tree bark. They were rough, and peeled at her touch. The wood fluttered to the floor, settling at her feet. She realised that her bag had caught on the branch, it’s contents spilling out onto the ground. A small polaroid of Tony stared back at her. And that’s when the shock settled in. Her mind exploded with questions, all reverting to the same hopeless thought. Rose wasn’t home. In fact, she was about as far from home as she could possibly get.

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I am epileptic, so it would be great if you could tag all high speed/intense gif movement. :D Also, if you want a paragraph sample that’s more in line with the canon timeline, I’ll be happy to provide! 

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hi! Did you get my app for Rose?

Hi there! Yes, I did. My co-admin will review the app and post the acceptance soon. :)

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Hello new members and tags! It’s me. Again. Welcome to the group, for those new members! We’re so glad to have you. OOC blog links have been sent out, come chat with us! If you have questions about the plot and all that, feel free to ask them in the OOC blog. Or send us questions on the main, for those who’re interested to join. 

You may begin to post starters or reply to starters. Happy roleplaying! 

Also, we’d love some Supernatural characters. I need some Castiel in my life. Or Dean Winchester. 

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Welcome to a Journey’s End: The Things We Left Behind, Kellie!  We’re glad to have you as part of our community.  Please make your account and send it in within 12 hours.

✔NAME/ALIAS, AGE, TIMEZONE.

Kellie, 24, GMT

✔EXPERIENCE

I’ve been roleplaying for around 7 years now, on different sites and mostly Doctor Who, Merlin, The Musketeers and started at Supernatural.

✔ACTIVITY

I’ll be around for a few hours each day. Weekends probably all day

✔CHARACTER DESIRED

The Eleventh Doctor

✔SECONDARY CHOICE

Rose Tyler.

✔WHY DID YOU CHOOSE THIS CHARACTER?

I have played the Eleventh Doctor a few times before now and he is fun to play. He is my favorite Doctor and I feel like I can connect with him. He is the first doctor that I actually truly liked.

✔PARA SAMPLE

The Doctor was hurt, battered and bruised because he was so keen to help. They got to him, the people who were after him. The Doctor wished he hadn’t came to this specific place; he came because there was a signal, a cry for help, and he could not ignore it. However, he wished he had, he could have avoided being in this mess. Bruises and cuts covered him and every time he moved just an inch, he felt pain rushing through his body. The Doctor remembered everything they did to him. They beat him up and they threw him in this stinking cell. The men took his sonic screw driver and everything else he had in his pockets. He had no way of escaping and that bothered him a lot. They gave him food and water so he guessed it wasn’t all bad but he didn’t want to stay there any longer. He wanted to leave and he knew for sure they weren’t going to let him. Whoever they were.

He was glad that he was travelling alone, though, because his companion: his friend wouldn’t have had to see what happened nor would they have gotten hurt too. He couldn’t have allowed that to happen. He would never forgive himself for it.

The Doctor tried to stand up and he stumbled back down again and he winced in pain. He heard the door being unlocked which made him stop trying to get up. He watched as the door opened and one of those men emerged through with some food. He watched the guard who was guarding his prison cell so he wouldn’t escape cautiouslyjust incase he hit him. The Doctor decided to speak this time. “What do you want from me?” the Doctor asked.

The man shoved the food on the small table beside the bed and he turned to face the man they were holding captive. A bitter smile formed on his face and he tilted his head to the left. “You’ll have to wait and see, Time Lord.” With that, the man left the room and he locked it back up so the Doctor couldn’t escape. The Doctor needed someone. He had always been there for those who needed someone and he always saved them, but who would save him? No body knew he was there so he assumed no one would come and help him when he needed it most.

Time was going rather slow for the Doctor. It felt as if he had been in the cell for weeks or even months. The Doctor grew thirsty so, reached for the water and he drank some of it. Again, someone else entered and his eyes opened. “How long are you going to keep me in here?” the Doctor asked.

 “However long it takes now shut up,” the soldier replied. As he reached for the food tray, the soldier purposely kicked the Doctor and his right side and the Doctor let out a muffled groan. The soldier left the room and he looked back at the man he just kicked and a small smirk appeared. “Madame Kovarian will see you in a minute.”

 The Doctor’s eyes widened in despair at the mention of the woman’s name. The woman who sought to kill him and whatever cost. Now, it all made sense.Madame Kovarian now had him where she wanted and how she wanted him to be; weak and alone with no one to rescue him; he was too proud to admit that he needed rescuing, he could sort this out himself somehow. Deep down inside, the Time Lord believed that no one would save him. After everything he had done for the earth and other planets, he had to face this alone. There was no one there to save him or so he thought. If anything the Time Lord needed someone now more than ever.

 The man from earlier returned, and he grabbed hold of him by his arms to make him stand. The man showed no signs of sympathy for the battered time lord. The Doctor clenched his teeth together to stop him from hissing in pain. He wasn’t going to show them he was weak. No, the Doctor was so much more than that. He would fight back, he would come up with some kind of plan to get himself out of this. He refused to give up. He dragged the Doctor out of the prison cell and he took him to Madame Kovarian’s office. If River was here, she would not have allowed this to go any further than he had gone. The Doctor had tried to escape on many occasions but he was caught.

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Nope everything is good. 

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Hello, tags! An update for you. We have just accepted an application for Clara Oswald. It’d be lovely to get an application for any of The Doctors and the Supernatural characters! 

We’ll be accepting any other applications we have soon, once both admins have looked over them, so send some in! 

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Welcome to a Journey’s End: The Things We Left Behind, Cait!  We’re glad to have you as part of our community.  Please make your account and send it in within 12 hours.

✔ NAME/ALIAS, AGE, TIMEZONE.

name; cait

age; 17

timezone; gmt

✔ EXPERIENCE

I’ve been doing it for four years and I’ve been in a variety of groups from appless ones to app ones and from a variety of fandoms, and I’m currently running an indie Clara Oswald

✔ ACTIVITY

I’m normally on every day and it’ll be a lot more now that my exams have finished and school only has two weeks left before summer. 

✔ CHARACTER DESIRED

Clara Oswald

✔ SECONDARY CHOICE

Rose Tyler

✔ WHY DID YOU CHOOSE THIS CHARACTER?

I feel like I connect to Clara quite a bit, as in personality wise it’s really easy to get into her muse, I have no issue with losing muse for her bar the few replies. She’s a very strong character that, to me at least, is very unique in her storyline and characterisation.

✔ PARA SAMPLE

I hope you guys don’t mind but it’s from an RP I recently done and it’s a reply but I really liked it. 

Clara had been sat in the living room away from Danny, ashamed to even go near him. She had promised no more travels with the Doctor, no more seeing him and now after a one time deal, she had gotten their daughter killed. The most precious thing in the world to them and she was the reason that Ellie was dead. Clara had caused this, not Danny, Clara. For once, her addiction had gotten them into danger and suddenly Ellie was running out of the TARDIS, laughing as she spoke about the strange things that Clara had been speaking about. One moment she was laughing and grinning like her usual self and the next, she was on the ground not moving, not speaking, not even smiling. And, the worst thing was she could remember the piercing scream as the Doctor kept his arms around her as she sobbed, wanting to run over to her daughter. He hadn’t let her go, he had wanted to keep her safe more than anything. 

And it killed that no matter how much she tried, she couldn’t find a bone in her that would blame him, that would hate him. 

Jumping as she heard the clock smash against the wall, she quickly moved her eyes towards Danny, hating the way he looked. Clara was the cause of his pain and no matter what, she couldn’t stop it. She couldn’t help make it better because all she felt was numbness. A never ending need to do something but at the same time, just stop everything. To just wish for something better. To get in the TARDIS and change everything but she knew she couldn’t, she knew the rules. 

Whatever hell they were about to endure, she could take it all. Clara would take it all without any argument, whatever he wanted to do to her, she’d willingly take. It was her fault and it wasn’t even like they had the option to have more kids, Ellie had been a miracle at best. Their own miracle as Danny called her. Her gaze stayed locked on him, trying to think of something to say, something to make it better but everything that had already came off her tongue hadn’t helped, hadn’t made things better for either of them. Everything she said didn’t help him. Ellie should be here with them, should be dancing around the living room wanting to be a princess or a fairy. Wanting to be as magical as her parents told her she was. And she was, so magical. 

Nothing felt right, nothing was helping. It had been days and neither had properly spoke to the other yet, it was as if they weren’t even around the other. And, Clara didn’t want him hating her forever but she knew he would. He had every right to hate her. 

Looking down, she let out a shaky breath before looking at him again. “I’m sorry. Danny, I know it’s my fault but can you please talk to me, please act like I exist?” 

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Nothing but if you want to know anything, just let me know on here or my indie account because I’m mostly on these two. Also, if you’d like a different para sample, let me know and I can give it.