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Shannon Rutherford ([info]ballerinadreams) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-05 13:28:00

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Entry tags:!dropped, day 06, jack harkness, location: gas station, shannon rutherford, the doctor (ten)

Day Six - Evening
Who: Jack Harkness, the Doctor, and Shannon Rutherford
What: Chance meeting with a healthy side of Weevils
When: Day Six, evening (after sun down)
Where: Gas Station/Convenience Store
Rating: TBA but probably at least PG-13
Status: Active



Karma was a real bitch. As well as the previous day had gone for Shannon, by the end of the evening, it had turned right back around and today was not much better. As if it wasn't bad enough not only waking up naked with a complete stranger, she'd compounded it by letting herself fall into the belief that he had been someone else entirely, only to turn around and insinuate that he was a rapist and a stalker. That whole situation had been beyond embarrassing and she didn't like to think about it. Way to start off on the wrong foot. Then the whole thing with Dean had gone downhill far faster than it had gotten to the top of the hill to begin with and that made her stomach unsettle with nerves when she thought of it, so that too was pushed away.

She'd gone to the gas station yesterday to stock up on water and breakfast bars, but she'd gotten interrupted pleasantly by getting sidetracked by the travel-sized toiletries and then by meeting up with Domeki again. She'd all but completely forgotten to finish stocking her backpack. Now, it was fucking cold outside and her stomach was rumbling with hunger, not to mention the fact that she was thirsty. So, Shannon layered the tank top she'd arrived in with a long-sleeved shirt she'd found at the thrift store as well as her own sweater and lastly the hoodie pulled down over the whole of it all. The hood was pulled up over her head and the strings drawn tightly to keep the cold off her head and ears when she walked the short trek alone to the gas station, with her chin tucked down and her arms around herself as she shivered.

As soon as she was inside, she untied and pushed back the hood, shuddering against the cold as the door closed behind her. Her eyes went briefly to the trash can she and Jay had lit a fire in a few days ago. It seemed like forever since then. Shannon wasn't terribly in love with the idea of going back out in the cold very soon, so actually, she didn't think that starting a new trash can fire was such a bad idea. She could hang out here for a little bit and warm up before going back. And one of these days, when the weather wasn't so shitty, maybe she'd actually remember to steal the trash can to make a fire back at the museum...

Crossing the convenience store, Shannon picked up a bottle of lighter fluid and a few packs of the car-wash towels she'd found before, making her way back to the trash can. She ripped open the packages of the towels and dropped half of them in before squirting them with lighter fluid and picking up a lighter from the counter. Striking it, she lit one end of one of the remaining towels and when it went up, she dropped it, too, into the trash can, the bottle of lighter fluid wrapped in it, and scrambled back in time to avoid being in the line of fire when the flames shot up into the air from inside the trash can. Once the flames had calmed a little, Shannon started picking up broken pieces left over from the stool that had been and dropped them into the fire. Standing in front of the trash can, rubbing her hands up and down her arms to keep warm, Shannon suddenly realized how very, very alone she was in this horrible place, no matter what Sam Winchester said to make her stop crying two nights previous, nor what Jay told her to keep her from starting to cry earlier that same day.

"God, I hate it here..." she mumbled to herself, dipping her head slightly to catch some of the fire's heat on her face.



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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-05-11 11:42 pm UTC (link)
Shannon furrowed her brow as she listened to Jack's response about the Weevils and their level of aggression. "Of course they were pulled in like we were...how the hell else would they get here? Unless... You don't think they're indigenous do you...?" she asked. Shaking her head as if to push that away and concentrate on what was going on right then and there, Shannon spoke again. "Fickle creatures..." she remarked. "Do they only really attack when provoked? Because then we just...you know, don't provoke them, right?" It seemed logical enough.

Jack's answer to the point she'd made received a blink in response. Can't die. Yeah fucking right. In fact, she'd opened her mouth to spout off her doubt when the Doctor actually backed up the claim. Shannon raised her eyebrows, looking back and forth between the two of them. Her eyes finally settled on Jack. "So, like, theoretically, those things could rip you to shreds and you'd just, what? Be a walking corpse or something? That's really creepy you know..." she pointed out, minding her tone so that it was equally as playful as it was incredulous.

When the Doctor spoke again, Shannon looked back at him. Other viable options? She wasn't so sure the cleaning stuff would work, because Jack had said that they'd need to be pressurized and Shannon didn't see anything in aerosol cans. But then the Doctor took out the fireworks and grinned at her. She was inclined to smile until he mentioned running.

"I really don't enjoy running," she said to him with a significant look. It wasn't a very far distance, but it'd be enough, she thought, with the air outside as cold as it was, to set off the asthma and while it was easily remedied with the inhaler, she was fairly certain she'd made it clear to the Doctor that she didn't like people knowing about it. If she had an attack and had to beeline for the inhaler stash when she got inside, not only would Jack probably see, but Sam might, too. Call her vain, but she was already trying to think of a compromise. She could hear Boone's voice in her head, already.

Since when is breathing not cool, Shan? She had to resist the urge to roll her eyes, lest the two men she was actually with think she was rolling her eyes at either of them when that wouldn't have been the case.

"What if we rig them to go off in succession?" she suggested. "Buy us more time?" she asked the Doctor hopefully. "So, you know, we run out of here but then maybe..." she let her voice trail off. It sounded a lot better in her head before she'd vocalized it. She'd have to suck it up...unless she wanted to test the theory that Jack was somehow invincible. Letting out a heavy sigh, she gave the Doctor a wan smile and shook her head. "Never mind. Whatever we have to do. I'll live. I don't want to stay here with you guys tonight." She looked over at Jack and gave him an apologetic look. "No offense, of course," she said quickly, smirking in an attempt to lighten the potential blow to his ego.

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[info]capt_harkness
2009-05-14 12:01 am UTC (link)
This was one of the rare cases when Jack wished he had more answers than he did. Hell, even having Owen around right now would have been a boon, Jack could have used a bit of his 'local' knowledge. "We don't know why they act the way they do. I call what they're doing 'mourning', but it's dangerous to anthropomorphise a creature that isn't human. It may seem like mourning, but it could be something else entirely. We don't even really know where they come from. They could be further evolved humans or another species entirely." Or what happens to us when whoever brought us here are done with the experiments. That, however, Jack wasn't about to voice.

Just because turn about was fair play didn't mean the Doctor could undercut Jack in such a manner. He had his whole 'thing' worked out as to how he'd explain his inability to die and why that consequently made him the perfect cannon fodder to get them out of the convenience store and safely. Furthermore, had Jack known what the Doctor was thinking, he would have been a decidedly unhappy camper. Particularly when one looked at how his life was going to end up. For a man as vain as he was, life inside a jar wasn't the way to go.

Imagine the wrinkles from being encased in water (or whatever it was the Face of Boe was held in stasis with).

"It is a viable option," Jack protested. "Hell, there's a chance one of 'em could be Janet." He held up his hands in mock surrender. "We had one captive to study and we named it Janet. Better than calling it 'Weevil' or 'It' all the time." He looked at Shannon and nodded. "They could rip me to shreds and I'd mend. It's not quite a walking corpse as I do die. Heartbeat stops and everything. Just... don't quite stay that way."

Laughing, Jack crossed to where the Doctor was standing with the firecrackers. "Better chance with these than with the cleaning supplies. God knows how long they've been sitting here. Might be as effective as water for all we know. But the firecrackers... toss them in their general direction and they should scatter and buy us time to get out. It'll either spook them enough to get us away, or it'll only be enough to run like hell." Jack sidled up next to Shannon, once more dropping an arm around her shoulder. "No offence taken," he replied. "Though I'm sure you'll change your mind later." He gave her a gallant bow, ignoring the look he was sure to get from the Doctor. "But if running's an issue, I'll carry you if you'd like."

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