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Tweak says, "When did you draw that?"

Remy LeBeau (ace_of_clubs) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-10 23:43:00

Entry tags:

!complete, day 10, jack harkness, location: post office, remy lebeau

Who: Jack Harkness and Remy LeBeau
What: The Cajun comes back to the Post Office and Jack finds him.
Where: The Post Office
When: 2104 - Day 10
Rating: Er, it's R now.
Status: Complete!

The Cajun had spent his entire day in a way he certainly wasn't interested in spending it. He'd wandered around the outside of the town with the Doctor all morning, which had been great, as they were trying to figure out a way out of here.. but then it'd gone sour when the earthquake had happened. The red-head had very quickly become an unwilling hero and had gone around saving people with the Doctor. At first. He'd tried to escape, and after dropping the people off at the gym he'd gone back out to try and get some time away from any further heroics.. but he'd been hauled in again. Then again. And again. He'd been trying to get into the museum all day, and he'd finally managed it just a while ago. And now here he was, having returned to the Post Office to stare at the closed door. He'd jimmied it shut with a stick earlier in the day so it wouldn't be open for all to see in. He didn't want anyone mucking up his escape, if that tunnel really lead to one.

However, he couldn't bring himself to go inside the building, couldn't bring himself to abandon the people here. Or maybe he couldn't bring himself to abandon the Doctor. He let out a slow breath and pushed his hands deeper into the pockets of his coat. He felt like an idiot for not being able to leave this people in his dust and hightail it out of here. Just earlier today, he'd been willing to sell them out. But then.. well.. things had happened. Red eyes lowered to the ground, then back up again at the Post Office. He was only standing about five feet from the door, nearly invisible in the dark, in that coat.. except for his hair. That red hair stood out in even the smallest bit of moonlight.

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capt_harkness
2009-06-11 12:02 am UTC (link)

He knew he was right -- otherwise, why bring them here? Killing seemed so unnecessary, particularly to Jack. They were being studied for something, that was the only logical explanation; even if everything else in this damn place seemed to defy logic completely. Jack may have liked challenges, but he preferred them when he had his tech devices to study, plot and plan. Being tossed in blind was low on his priority list.

The boy comment brought Jack's eyebrows lifting as high as they could possibly go. Boy. At two thousand years and some change, Jack was hardly a 'boy' anymore -- frankly, he had ceased being a boy the moment his home had been invaded, but that was neither here nor there. "Sorry to disappoint you, but there is no 'little missus' around here." Little Mister, however... "Looking at the damage," Jack said, gesturing behind himself. "Too many of these places aren't suitable for anyone to live in, nor are they at all safe. But the idea of having so many wounded folks in one place isn't the smartest idea either; even if all they want us for is observing." Jack lifted an eyebrow. "And, for the record, I don't climb trees."

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-11 12:19 am UTC (link)

"Non, not so smar' to keep everyone in such a small area, but 'dat's where 'de doct'rs are, an' 'dats where 'de pa'ien's gotta go. I don' t'ink L'Initié gon' let 'de gym fall down. Too many lives at s'ake." The red-head breathed in through his nose and lifted up onto his toe on just one foot, while keeping the other one flat, an oddly graceful move to stretch the sore ankle out, before he lowered his foot again, flat to the ground. "We gon' need a new place to sleep for 'de nigh's. Maybe I get to work on 'dat tomorrow." He didn't plan on being here tomorrow, but Jack didn't need to know that. he didn't need to know that possible salvation was secured in the tiny building behind the Cajun.

"Don' climb trees, mon ami? 'Dat's where all 'de bes' kitties are." Now.. Jack could take that one of two ways. But the Cajun wasn't giving away which he meant. He looked calm as ever, with that easy smile gracing his handsome face. He was starting to get some scruff on his face.. he'd need a razor soon. And a shower. And some food. He'd be willing to brave a falling building, to get a shower. Especially after the day he'd had. He had more blood on him than he had in a long time.

"You stayin' in 'de gym tonigh'?" With Ianto, he imagined. And the other people.. because it seemed to be one of the most stable buildings.. which wasn't saying much. Gambit wanted to take a look around, but wouldn't move from his spot. Not until he could force himself to leave these people behind and go through that tunnel. He could be standing there a while.

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