Cpt. John Hart is Awesome (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} so_hartless) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} tempus_alt,@ 2010-01-23 23:52:00 |
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Meanwhile, just across in Penarth...
John stuffs the tabloid he’s been reading back into the stand, noticing the glare of one of the employees who’d caught on that he’d been standing there reading just about every article in every publication. He smirks and winks at him, and the balding man grunts and turns away. John shrugs and picks up his hand basket again, heading to the cashier, grabbing a few more bits of candy on the way. Paying with money that he’d probably not come by too honestly, he packs his purchases into his rucksack and slung it over his shoulder as he exits back into the chilly air outside. At least it was a clear day.
He’s been back in the country all of a few days, but despite first impulse to just transport directly into the Hub right off, he’d been laying low. After all, as much as he wants to see Jack, and oh does he want to, wants to see him and compare notes on the fact that this planet is indeed pretty damn entertaining, he really doesn’t want to get shot on sight. Rather fond of his life, not ready to bleed out in five seconds after a good shot from Eye Candy…or worse, Jack himself.
Glancing at his wrist, he realizes he still has quite a while till time to catch the waterbus across. It is rather fun, doing this the quaint human way. Finding a bench in view of some shops, he settles in for some good old-fashioned people watching while he waits. That’s one of the best things on any planet. True, bit less variety here. Tentacles and fur are two things he misses. Not that there aren’t those things on Earth, but his attempt to communicate (well, flirt) with a golden retriever had not gone well. But humans came in all shapes and sizes and colors still, and he did love to look. Proving his own mental point, a lovely specimen came into view, walking just past his bench. Nice curves, lovely hair, and something a bit familiar that he can't quite place...