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madeinwales ([info]madeinwales) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-21 21:15:00

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Entry tags:!complete, day 12, dean winchester, ellen ripley, glados, ianto jones, jenny schecter, location: in town, open, remy lebeau

Day 12, morning!
Who: Ianto Jones and OTA
What: Not so good discoveries
When: Day 12, morning (round 9 ish?)
Where: Town square, by the straw dummies
Rating: PG

Status: Active

Sleeping in the barn wasn't the most comfortable thing there was, but the scent of hay and the feel of Jack nearby helped sleep find him fairly easily.  Unfortunately, it meant that he felt stiff as all get out (not the fun kind of stiff, either) and that he needed to actually move to get himself feeling rather like himself again.  

Ianto murmured something to Jack with regards to what he was doing and where he was going and took himself back to town, stretching his legs in a walk.  No jogging.  He had promised.  It'd jostle his arm too much for anyone's liking, including his own.  And, frankly, Doctor House scared him.  The man was the crankiest beast Ianto had ever met and he had spent some time with Owen, after all.

Things seemed like they had calmed down a good deal, though it was still very quiet in what was left of the town.  Ianto would have given an awful lot to hear some bird song around as he walked.  But in a moment, that wish was forgotten when he stumbled up the straw men.  Like bonfire night, only with the people in town.  There was a man dressed like Logan.  There was the Doctor's suit.  There .. was a dress?  Oh good God.  And there was Jack's coat.  Well, he'd be damned in someone was going to burn Jack in effigy!

Ianto stalked over, missing the other things laying about, and proceeded to strip the Jack dummy, wrestling the coat off.  He might go after the rest of the clothes, too, since burning anyone in effigy in this place was a horrible thing at best.  He swore under his breath as he worked, wishing for two good hands.  The wool coat was heavy as hell and looked to be fairly authentic. 


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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-06-24 11:47 am UTC (link)
"Oui, gon' le' you dow' when you ain' gon' hur' yo'self, nor her, d'accord? Ain' go' no room for 'de figh'in'." He was turning then, so that his back (and thus, the woman he was holding onto) was facing the poor coughing woman. Only when that was done did he shift so he could put her feet back onto the ground, but he didn't let her go. "Can' jus' be doin' t'in's like 'dat' 'cause you wanna, no figh'in'." It was a scold, and it came in a firmer tone despite her teasing.

"Now g'wan an' tell her y' sorry." He felt like a teacher hauling children apart on a playground. Lord. He was acting like a teacher hauling children apart on a playground. When had he gotten like this?

He hated the Doctor. "G'wan." Insisted again.

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[info]sarcasmquotes
2009-06-25 04:14 pm UTC (link)
GLaDOS wasn't used to people trying to tell her what to do. Her programmer had been the first to die of the neurotoxin, actually. It had taken quite a bit of planning to ensure that his cubicle was hit first. "Dere is abou' fif'y fee' o' space 'ere," she responded, leaning back against the Cajun while he talked. She liked this subject she'd have to keep him around even after all the other ones had been expended. You had to break some eggs to make a cake, but she liked this egg. It was special.

"I ain' 'pologizin'," she said plainly. Wasn't going to happen.

Bright blue eyes blinked a couple of times. Where had the cake gone?

"You los' m' ca'e." She said sadly. He had, after misplaced it or dropped it. It didn't matter, it was gone, and GLaDOS was now disappointed. Disappointment turned to anger as she continued to glare at the woman. She would kill her.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-06-25 04:29 pm UTC (link)
"Oui," He agreed about the space, but was keeping her pulled in close to his chest, and was shifting them enough that they both had their backs to the other woman. And he was lowering his head to whisper into her ear, smiling just some. "'Dat 'xpression don' sui' you, mon ami. You so pretty, oui? You shoul' smile. Ain' no gettin' angry." He was walking forward and urging her along with him.

That was, until she mentioned his cake, and he looked to the side to where it was.. and groaned. "I be' 'dat boy take it. 'De one callin' me demon. Merde. I'm gon' fin' it." He was finally slowly releasing the woman and turning her around to face him, hands settling on her shoulders. "You gon' leave 'de ot'er woman 'lone, chere?"

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[info]ellen_ripley
2009-06-25 05:57 pm UTC (link)
Murderous glare was being met with murderous glare. Ripley finally managed to get her breathing back to something close to normal, and pushed off the straw doll she'd been leaning on.

"Forget it." Her voice was a rough rasp. "I'm out of here."

She turned and headed off, in the general direction of the tumbled-down carnival.

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