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Tweak says, "Punch buggy yellow!"

capt_harkness (capt_harkness) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-11 22:53:00

Entry tags:

!complete, day 10, ianto jones, jack harkness, location: gym, open

WHO: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones & Open [if a doctor wants to swing by]
WHAT: The end of the day, Jack needs a break from Hero-duty.
WHEN: 22:00
WHERE: The Gym
RATING: TBA
STATUS: Active

Walking through town, helping as many as he could, by the end of the night, Jack had reached the point of exhaustion. He slowly walked through the darkened town, once more getting the strange feeling he had while with Gambit. Even before the earthquake there had been an odd feeling about this place, now, with the silence, Jack was worried. If this had been Cardiff, he would have shaken it off, helped who he could and went back to the Hub to 'sleep' it off.

But here? It was a veritable unknown. There was no tech to take readings, no way of knowing what was coming next. At least in the Hub, they had some sort of warning when something was about to happen when the Rift monitor went off. Here? There weren't even sirens to let them know a quake was coming. What was next? Typhoon? Tornado?

He looked up at the dark sky, knowing the glass cage was above and felt like a caged animal, placed somewhere to be observed. Jack breathed in, lowering his head and headed in the direction of the gym. Right now, he wanted nothing more than to see Ianto. Between the conversations with the Insider and hearing Gray's voice in the void, it was safe to say that Jack wasn't on his game. He'd been able to distract himself playing hero, but no longer. Now, all Jack had were his thoughts. It was strange feeling like he had to depend on someone -- Jack was the strong one. Not weak.

Well, everyone could have an off-day, right?

Hands shoved deep into his pockets, he made his way inside the rubble of the gym, glancing at the injured parties and hoping the doctors were handling things. He'd be around to help, but right now, Jack needed time to himself. And that meant finding Ianto.

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madeinwales
2009-06-12 06:42 am UTC (link)

Ianto had spent time drifting around, offering a bit of comfort (which really wasn't much like the stoic teaboy) and assisting doctors where he could. He knew first aid, at the least, and could administer drugs if necessary. But eventually the ache in his arm and head forced Nurse Jones back to his bed where he sat, paging through his journal while there was still light enough to do it.

Now there were only glimmers here and there, beams from the torches the doctors had and reflected moonlight off bits of metal. He never did get a chance to make his lamps, he reflected. Ianto just sat, watching restless people try to sleep in spite of all their fears. As frightening as this place had been, now it was so much worse.

When another figure moved through the dark, Ianto watched it for a while, trying to discern the identity from the way it moved. He was a bit jumpy, and hopefully understandably so. Dispite his cavalier words to their mysterious watcher, the idea of the creature coming to call was a chilling one. It was like meeting a terrorist. All he wanted to do was hit them in the face, hard. He just hoped he'd recognize the watcher.

But this figure, moving with grace and exhaustion, Ianto knew very well. "Jack," he called quietly, as not to disturb the sleeping people round him. At least, he figured Jack was looking for him. If for nothing else than an update. He hoped like hell it was for more than an update.

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capt_harkness
2009-06-13 02:22 am UTC (link)

Jack was in deed looking for Ianto, trying to pick his way through the carnage in the gym without waking anyone. It was proving to be a harder task than he originally intended it to be. The sun had set long ago, making it increasingly hard to see who was who. Jack flipped open the cover of his plastic wrist strap, about to start using the little blue torch contained within he'd discovered the other day when he heard those Welsh vowels ring out from behind.

Ianto was still here and Ianto was still fine and that was all that mattered.

He made his way towards the sound of the voice, finally making out Ianto when he was close enough. Jack threaded his fingers through Ianto's hair, lowering his head to kiss the other man's forehead. "How are you feeling?" he asked softly, pulling a nearby cot closer and settling down on the edge.