iantos_fall (iantos_fall) wrote in indarkness_logs, @ 2010-06-17 21:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2032 06, drusilla, ianto jones |
Characters: Ianto Jones and open
Time/Date: Evening, June 17th
Location: Outside Ianto's room, room 407
Warnings/Rating: TBA, none so far
Summary: Ianto awakes, scrambling to remember what happened as he leaves to explore
Status: Open to all, in progress
((OOC: Hey everyone. Sorry for how long this post turned out to be, I'm really over all trying to get a feel of Ianto's character >_____>; ))
Ianto's head was buzzing. A faintly distant kind of feeling that washed over his whole body, tingling all the way from his hands to a numb sensation settled heavy in his brain. He winced against the darkness around him, trying useless to grasp at some details of what had happened. They were like flickering lights in the distance and impossible to focus on before they jumped away from him. His mind was moving slow and unusually groggy with an odd chill around him and his hands reached up to press at his aching head. In fact, it wasn't just his head. He soon realized, with a sense of crawling dread and a bit of an 'oh, of course' thought to trickle through his mind that it was his whole body that was aching all over, pain riveting in and across his chest like fire and a dull numb searing like a drum beat hammering away at his skull to come more and more into focus as the seconds wore on.
His first instinct was it had to have been something involving Jack. The man must have convinced him to go out and drink far more than he ever would normally; the impossible blue coated man always seemed to push him into these things. If had been anyone else Ianto was sure he would ween his way out of it quite successfully, but even when he did try with Jack it always seemed pretty useless.
And yet the second in which this seemed plausible faded rather quickly as his mind sped up and the realization came that the last time he had been in this much pain after a hazy awakening had been after an explosion that had taken almost all of them under a ridiculous amount of rubble. Ianto liked to think himself a pretty intelligent man, working at Torchwood that seemed always a safety net, and the instant he opened his green blue eyes to the ceiling of a very unfamiliar place all he could do was think in that addled moment of all the possibilities swirling in and colliding against him all at once to just how to sort it all into one undeniably clear fact: this was definitely not because he'd been out drinking. No matter what was going on, no matter where he was, he had to find the others... He had to see if Jack was alright.
'Oh god, Jack...' That thought sent something close to fear abruptly riveting through his head. Suddenly finding himself taken a hold by the sudden wrenching fear that suffocated his chest and as Ianto, baffled and lost, tried to work out what it all meant he pushed himself up, regretting it instantly with a wave of what could only be described as heated nausea sent him falling back onto the bed. What he was even doing here was completely lost on him and in that second of half asleep half awake awareness Ianto vouched for shutting his eyes and racking his brain for what it been that had last happened to him as well as what might explain these rather abrupt intensely real feelings.
Something unsettling drifted to the pit of his stomach in that moment he shut his eyes. Whispering of something gruesome, something horrible; a feeling and a memory at the tip of his mind just begging to come to the surface again. Ianto in that second, somehow in a split moment of uncertainty found himself unsure if he really wanted to know where that memory led or what sort of fear could grip him so strongly like this. And it was just only after that moment passed and a wave of awareness came hurtling back into his mind did he really, truly remember...
Jack. He, Jack, the 456. The whole of the earth and the children residing there--it all came back like a brick to the head and Ianto, reckless as ever, shoved himself to a proper sitting position be damned the headache that came feverishness alongside it. He looked around in a daze, sobering more and more as the seconds came to him as well as those memories to come flooding back to his conscious mind. He could still remember the face of Jack Harkness, the words he'd spoken, begging him to stay; that lost look like that of a child he couldn't even fathom actually existing on the man's usually so full of life face...He'd never seen Jack like that before, and honestly, before hand wouldn't have even been able to imagine something like it if he had tried. It left him caught for breath and back then it had left him with no doubt in his mind that he was going to die.
And now, now it left something of ice to weigh heavily in his chest; stealing away what little air he'd managed to fill his lungs with and eyes flickering around the room as if expecting the man to be standing over him or somewhere in the corner with that mischievous look or relief or something along the lines Jack might show. But Jack wasn't there. No one was... So what had happened? Why wasn't he dead...? Had...Jack tried to bring him back to life like he had with Owen? Was he actually in some place like Torchwood, some other galaxy or even in an underground facility waiting for Jack to return? Almost instinctively Ianto reached for his hand to check his pulse at just those thoughts alone; a disoriented fear gripping him alongside the ever bombarding questions flying across his mind. He let out a relieved breath when feeling his heart beat beneath his finger tips and that he wasn't in fact a living corpse.
It was only as Ianto turned and spotted a small key glimmering at a nightstand as well as some kind of blackberry beside him did all of these raging questions settle to the background of his spinning head instead. Carefully and uncertainly he looked around once more before taking the small device up, curious and a little wary to find a message flash across the screen.
Welcome, Ianto!
We regret the inconvenience to you and the disruption to your life, but you have been selected to participate in a unique program. You will be observed for the duration of your stay.
At this point, there is no way off the island. There is a white boundary line and we strongly advise that you not cross this line. There are dangers outside of the boundary line and we'd hate to have to replace you so early on.
We strongly advise going out and meeting the others; they may be your only hope of finding a way home.
Sincerely,
The Heads
Ianto blinked and read it over. And he read it over again, brows furrowing. And again as if to be really sure it was actually real and not just some kind of prank...disruption of his life? He had been seconds away from dying. For all he knew he had died and they had lost and now he was here, with a small device informing him he was to be studied and kept on an island...?
Working at Torchwood prepared you for just about everything, but still he found that fear to remain despite himself as well as all those questions. All of this felt wrong, giving Ianto in an instant alongside the pain and fevered feeling of his body a sort of hairs standing on end feeling at the back of his neck. This entire thing was wrong. All he could feel of it was his desire to answer these questions but more importantly find these people and demand to see his team again...and maybe work out what in the world was going on.
This time being careful to move a little slower with no pause for relief or to assimilate most of what he'd already discovered, Ianto obliged the message and moved to the door of his room; snatching the key from the small table beside him as he went. He had no time to think too clearly through all of this and the very fresh memories of his actual all-but-death, but his mind continued to race as the Welshman pushed through the door and stumbled into the hallway; determined to find answers while pocketing the small blackberry device and looking every which way for some indication of an exit.
"Hello?" His voice carried a bit of a Welshman accent on it, and Ianto found it was a little hoarse. Wincing a little, the man pushed himself on down the hallway.