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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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capt_harkness
2009-06-20 10:37 pm UTC (link)

Ianto's breath, hot against his own skin, did much by way of putting Jack's mind at ease. "It did. Though I think you were keeping it hidden just so I'd have to look and explore to find it." Jack chuckled softly, lifting his head so Ianto could straighten up. Jack was the one who should be doing the bending as the uninjured party.

"Your wish..." Jack tugged on Ianto's trouser leg, his other hand reaching for a pillow and a blanket. "I doubt a cot will hold us both. And, really, there's only one thing you should be shoving down your trousers, and unfortunately there's too many people around right now." Jack cleared his throat, arranging the pillow behind his head and tugging Ianto down and into his arms as carefully as he could so the fractured arm wasn't jostled. "Shame there aren't mobiles around here. Wouldn't mind playing a game of 'hide the mobile' right about now."

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madeinwales
2009-06-22 07:24 pm UTC (link)

"I think the cot would crumble under our weight," he agreed, though this couldn't have been good for Jack's back. Ianto, though, didn't complain. He simply came along and lay himself carefully, so that his broken arm was laying on top of Jack's chest. Safely out of the way. A moment later and he was breathing out a sigh against Jack's shoulder and letting himself relax.

"You like hide and seek. Seek the concern. Seek the mobile. Seek Ianto..." His eyes closed, though he didn't fall asleep just yet. You could tell by the little smile he wore. "Comfortable?"

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capt_harkness
2009-06-23 12:55 am UTC (link)

"If it crumbles under our weight, neither of us are getting the exercise we should," Jack replied with a chuckle. Still, he made himself comfortable on the floor ignoring the way his back protested under the uneven floor, knowing it would be better for Ianto and his injuries to have a more flat surface.

Jack gently rubbed Ianto's back with his free hand, his other propped up behind his head to work as a make-shift pillow for the time being. "For the record, I don't cheat when it comes to hide and seek. I can do quite well on my own." Even if Jack's idea of hiding was keeping as much of his body visible during the hiding process. "I am. How's your arm?" Yes, asking about an injury was equivalent to asking after the weather.

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madeinwales
2009-06-23 06:27 am UTC (link)

Silly man. There was a perfectly useable pillow up on the cot along with a blanket that could be bundled up, if more pillowing was needed. Still, Jack needed to do silly things like this sometimes, Ianto reckoned. It had something to do with the whole hero process. It made sensible fly out of the window. "Alright, maybe it wouldn't crumble. It'd buckle a bit, though." And for the record, Ianto was lighter than when he first arrived. But then, the diet here wasn't so good.

"My arm?" One of Ianto's eyes opened to regard Jack a bit. "Do you know ... I think it might be broken." He deserved to be swatted for that one and knew it, chuckling very softly.

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capt_harkness
2009-06-23 11:49 pm UTC (link)

He was not silly -- he was a bright, charming and intelligent captain. He simply chose not to show it at this point in time. "Crumble... buckle... I'm not sure there's really much difference in the two occurring," Jack reasoned, hand running absently along Ianto's back, moving up to run through his hair then back down again.

"I'm aware of that," Jack replied with an exaggerated roll of his eyes. "My question more dealt with how is it feeling at this point in time, oh master of the obvious."

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madeinwales
2009-06-25 10:39 am UTC (link)

"Well," he said, attempting to distract Jack from worry about his arm. He didn't want to answer that. "I think crumbling is worse. Buckling is only a bit of it bending. Crumbling is the whole thing coming to the ground."

Frankly, Ianto ached. But they didn't have anything he'd be willing to take for pain so there wasn't much they could really do, was there? The fingers of his bandaged arm tapped a rhythm on Jack's chest while Ianto focused on breathing and relaxing.

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