Ianto Jones (ltciantojones) wrote in whoville, @ 2008-07-22 15:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | chippedspike, ltciantojones |
Spike (Finished)
The night, at least, was still quiet, and soothing, as Ianto padded through the park, his shoes in hand, and jacket abandoned somewhere further back, hung off a tree. It wasn't like he'd need to worry about it, not if he couldn't remember this place when he returned home. He scowled, and dropped the shoes at the base of a tree before he threw them, sliding his hands into his pockets instead as he kept on walking.
His knife was back in his pocket, though he had yet to see Jack since the incident in the hotel lobby. That he'd been making himself hard to find by walking all over this place might have had something to do with that, though. He pressed his lips together, shoving the entire tangle away for now.
A whisper-soft sound drew his attention, and Ianto slowed his step, angling for a large tree he could put his back to. Listening for any sound of another person out here with him.