Owen Harper (iambroken) wrote in mundus_district, @ 2009-07-01 13:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | gwen cooper, owen harper |
Who: Owen Harper
What: Thinking, spotting a Weevil
When: Around 8:30PM, November 1st
Where: Outside alley
Rating: PG-13 (subject to change)
Open: To Doctor Who/Torchwood
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After finding out where they had all ended up, Owen thought, as well as the others, that this was indeed very strange, something was up, and he was almost certain that it had something to do with aliens - it just had to be, it couldn't be anything else. What else could do this? Someone or something with a lot of bloody power that's for sure.
Heading out of the Oriens building, he shivered as he stood outside. One more thing, why did it have to be bloody winter already?! Well, at least close to it, seeing as it was November, and they were in Canada, surely this winter wouldn't be a particularly warm one, and as Canada was typically a very cold place at this time of year. Then again, Owen had to remind himself that, well... he was dead, and the shiver was probably just his own way of keeping himself linked to this world. He couldn't feel, and even when he knew he should feel the cold -- he didn't, he couldn't.
Owen scowled, there was hell to pay for what Jack had done to him, and he was sure of it that the very first thing he did when he laid eyes on Harkness was that he was going to get a good punch in the face. Hell, he even considered killing the man at least one more time just so he could get his feelings across. He remembered the feeling of pulling that trigger to the immortal that one day, he hadn't felt such power like that before, but then of course, he had to go and die on them for a good few days, making him feel a guilt he had never felt before.
Looking up, Owen hadn't even noticed that he had been walking for a good ten minutes already, lost in his own thoughts about the past. There weren't many people walking about either, and he thought that a bit strange. Well, this whole thing was strange.
Hearing something from behind him, Owen whipped around, only to find that nothing was there. Completely alert, he looked around and then started walking again. Within a couple steps, he saw a dark shadow run by from the corner of his eye - stopping once again, he turned and saw that there wasn't anything there.
"Bloody hell," he cursed, reaching up to wipe at his face.
Squinting his eyes, he saw something dark at the back of an alley, hidden in the shadows. He could tell that it was living though, "Well? Come on, what are you doing over there?" he called, getting a little more than annoyed, throwing his hands up a little.
Sighing, he began walking towards them, keeping his stride. Suddenly, that's when he heard it, the cry - oh, such a familiar cry. Eyes widening, Owen stopped in his tracks as he looked on, the figure somewhat cowering in the corner with their head bowed down.
Walking a bit closer, the figure moved away, and into the light of the moon.
"Oh my god," Owen hissed, immediately whipping out his gun and taking the defensive stance. "I really hope that I didn't bring you here along with me," he sighed, staring at the Weevil in front of him.
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