Second meeting. (Owen and Gylfie)

[Gylfie Murdoch]

Gylfie watched inquisitively as Owen pulled the green foam from his bag. He applied it to her hand, careful not to provoke any unnecessary pain. Marveling at it's feeling, she noted that it was soft and slightly warm, but stiff as Owen stepped away for the sling. Definitely something alien, she had no doubt about that.

Once he was done, she rolled her left shoulder and tugged at the sling to make sure it was strong enough. She then lowered herself into the doorway Owen held open.

"If you find torturing happy couples pleasant, then there'll be no need to torture me," she said as she pulled the seat belt around her loosely. The connector clicked loudly. "It's just me, my computer and a couple of horsies back in Australia."

[Owen Harper]

Owen admitted to himself he adored Gylfie. He liked her. He liked her personality. She was gorgeous. He would be glad to chase her all over Europe and all local driving countries. He would never lay a foot in Australia because he feared flying. He had would fly to go with Diane Holmes. He had invested his time in her. She had him around her finger. God he loved that woman. She was like his equal. He had wondered day and night still wondered about her. Rassilon the woman. Diane was like Owen. She was on the go. She never wanted to settle down. She was chasing the next best adventure. He had loved Diane for that. That was the type of woman Owen loves. It was the wrong one.

“Fine no torturing,” he said slamming the door in defeat. He would not give up. No he won’t. He had decided he going to have fun with her. He got in the driver side. “Are you seat belted in?” he said eying her.

(( Quick reply before I gone to work)

[Gylfie Murdoch]

"I'm in," she said pleasantly, smiling up at the doctor. "We're going to get Chinese food now, right?"

She looked back at her damaged hand as she waited for an answer. Oddly enough, she felt a wave of nostalgia wash over her. As Owen was thinking about his luck with relationships, she was thinking about her own.

Love had never been bountiful. Many of the males she had met were typical Australian blokes - tanned and sporty, looking for a skinny beach babe - or complete computer nerds - greasy men with no regard for personal hygiene or social status. Neither found her particularly attractive, though she'd had her fair share of dates. It was always her choice on whether she wanted the relationship or not. Unfortunately, Gylfie could be disgustingly fussy.

Overall, few men got near her and even fewer women.

My main achievement is work, anyway... She thought glumly, turning over her hand and tilting her head in a puppy-like manner. I can't tell anyone public about Torchwood, so what chance do I have in finding love outside of the corporation?

Her eyes flickered back towards Owen cautiously, catching him when he wasn't looking directly at her. She found him oddly attractive, though sleazy and jerk were his main personality attributes. If looks were anything to go by, she'd already be kissing him, but Gylfie was not. There was a reason for that.

[Owen Harper]

He was quiet while he drove to the Chinese restaurant. He had not felt up to chatting. He had anticipated getting Gylfie a sprained hand, bruised on her head, and seat belt marks on her neck. He hated himself for it. He put this up against fish head because it was his fault that Gylfie got wounded. That was one thing Owen could never do. Think first before reacting. It was shoot first for Owen and ask questions.

He got a nice parking spot. “Something good happened,” he said. He sighed he got of the car, walked around the car, he held his hand out to assist Gylfie out of the car. A trick he picked from Diane. She ‘trained’ him on that. Rather Diane broke Owen in some ways. Not sure Gylfie accepted Owen’s chivalry move, he shut the door for her.

“Chivalry,” he offered his arm. He walked to the front. He opened the door for her. He had wished he did not come here. What was he thinking? This was the restaurant he took Diane. He smiled warmly to Gylfie. He stole glances at her when she wasn’t looking.

“Ah,” the door greeter said. “Four two?” she asked. Owen nodded his head. “Please, come this way.” Owen followed the hostess. The hostess sat down two menus at a table for two.

Owen was relived it was not the same table. He had offered to help to take the jacket off if she had one on. He wanted to help her. He felt guilty. He even pulled the chair out for her too. “Madam,” he said being cocky of course.

He sat down at his chair, “I am sure your use to that. I am sure your team mates fight over you,” he made the comment. He meant it too. “Us men love good competition.” He smirked. “So, what do you for free time in Australia? Chase kangaroos and have kicking boxing matches?”

[Gylfie Murdoch]

The trip to the restaurant was silent, which alarmed Gylfie. For quite a while, she assumed it was her fault, but eventually she came to the conclusion that Owen was feeling guilty. She had a knack for picking up people's emotions. She considered reaching out to comfort him, but by this time, he had pulled into a parking spot.

His being a gentleman again... She thought, watching as he opened her door and helped her out. She accepted his offered arm. His emotions are making me dizzy. This must be his way of covering it up.

She smiled slightly at the hostess, wondering about the momentary look of panic she had glimpsed on Owen's face. He was uncomfortable. She was perfectly fine, but his unease made her feel like she should leave. Did he want her to stay? The way he pulled out her chair made it seem like he did, but Gylfie was having doubts.

"No one fights over me. They're too busy slobbering over each other, most of the time," she laughed, dismissing Owen's feelings for the time being. He was a big boy, he could handle himself. She picked up her menu and glanced over it. "As for recreation - I reckon it's the same as everywhere else. Clubs, the beach, festivals and concerts, et cetera... Nothing too exciting. What's there to do around here? Besides chasing aliens, of course."

[Owen Harper]

Owen was running a finger around the rim of his glass as he listened to her talk. He had not noticed he had that little habit. He pulled his finger away from the rim. He opened the menu himself and leaned back in his chair. “Well, here. We got rain. Sheets of rain, we love to run around in the rain. I try convinced the girls in mud wrestle matches,” said Owen smirking.

“Honest. They are to girly. Jack said he would. That’s when I drew the line and told him not in my life. But It’s just rain,” Owen smirked. "But we do have a good cinema. Art museums. Zoos. Cardiff Bay."

The waitress walked over “Youuu carrre to oorderrr fourrr drrrinks?”

Owen looked up, “Yea. I take the…” he looked down at the menu again. “Um, Heinakin,” he wanted that German beer that the player can’t remember how to spell.

“Youu not wont Zombie,” she asked Owen.

“No, I pass on that today,” Owen smiled to the waitress.

Waitress looked to Gylfie, “Yourr little lady,” she said. “Wood wont?”

Owen closed his eyes on that question, he did not say anything. He ignored it. He closed the menu, he looked at them. “Pardon me, I got a date with a porcelain doll,” he said excusing himself. “Don’t run off on me.” He winked at Gylfie. So Owen had gone off to spend a penny!

[ooc busy weekend. Sorry for late reply.]

[ooc and I tried my best to type oriental accent and failed miserably]

[Gylfie Murdoch]

Ooc; You really didn't need to try the Oriental
accent. c; I could've just imagined it in there.

As for the late reply, that's fine. I would've
replied to your post earlier too, but I had an
unexpected sleepover with my best friend. c:

Aah... I didn't understand the reference in
your last paragraph, so I'm going to just
assume that Owen needs to pee.

Gylfie listened intently as Owen spoke about the rain. Her lips puckered into a little pout, like she had been sucking on a lemon. It was the only thing she could do to show her bemusement and hide the smile that tried to force itself upon her face when he mentioned Jack. It sounded exactly like Jack to offer himself for a mud-wrestling match!

Then the waitress came around and asked whether they wanted drinks. Owen went first, asking for a Heineken.

Gylfie wasn't sure what drinks they served in Cardiff. She hadn't had much experience with the restaurants or nightlife. Had Owen not rushed off to the loo, she would ask for some help, but alas, he needed to go. A small voice in the back of her head suggested that Australia and Wales would sure similar taste-buds, but she smothered it and looked back at the menu instead.

"I guess I'll just take water, please," she said hesitantly, looking back up at the beautiful Asian girl.

The waitress made a tittering noise, as if to scold, but she wrote down Gylfie's order anyway. Gylfie watched as she waltzed off back to the kitchen.

Now that she was alone again, Gylfie grew lonely. She twiddled her thumbs for a moment and then moved to tapping her foot. A grumpy old man across the way shot her an evil look, so she stopped.

Absentmindedly, she began to play with the green foam on her left hand.

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[Owen Harper]

Owen tossed the wet soiled paper towel in the tin can. He had hygiene practice in public. You bet he does because he is a Doctor. He walked back to the table where Gylfie. He sat down. “Miss me?” he asked. Everybody knows that Owen egotism. “Still in one piece,” asked Owen observing her picking at the green foam.

He adjusted himself when the waitress came back with Owen’s beer and Gylfie’s drink. Owen looked at the glass of water. “That’s not fair,” Owen commented the water. He drank his beer out of the bottle and did not use the glass on the side. “You want some?” he offered her his beer by picking up the empty glass. “You ever had Heinkein beer?”

“I remembered you mentioned you play the mother role in Australia. You do know you can lean back and relax here. Jack won’t blow my knee caps off if you get drunk. He will blow out my knee caps if I have…” he pause, he looked around because the crowd and audience seem young. “You know if we had done the deadly deed. But honestly, I don’t see it as an evil deed or a sin. But assure Jack will make me cripple.”

He leaned back, sipped his beer. “You know here in Cardiff we are busy. We don’t have time for outside. We don’t know what sunlight is. We might be vampires in our staff. Your team is less and does not have much running around what we have. I am going to give you advice. I don’t this. I prefer not to do it. But I am going to do it. Sweet, you are sweet. You got spunk. Your young, when you go back home go find that man. I assure he bring comfort to you in Australia. If he gives you trouble. We Torchwood come and pummel his face in the ground and he won’t be recognized.” He sipped his beer again. “This restaurant has fine food,” he winks. “I like taking the finest birds here.” He nodded to her.

And to end it. He burped out loud. "Now, the old dirty crude is back. Be wise listen to the heart and run away from a fool. No running from the fool tonight. The fool has something to share to you after dinner."

[Gylfie Murdoch]

Ooc; I apologize in advance if this is a bit weak.
I don't know why, but I just can't get my muse
jump-started today.

Also. I hope you don't mind me asking, but
could you put less questions in your posts? It's
hard for me to reply to each one. I have to
have Gylfie ignoring him most of the time,
because it wouldn't fit into the conversation for
her to reply. The text blocks are fine, because
Gylfie can just listen, but questions are difficult.

At Owen's reappearance, Gylfie placed her hands back in her lap and smiled broadly. Despite missing Owen, she ignored his first question and comment, watching the approaching waitress instead. She looked forward to the refreshment of a glass of water. Her throat still ached and it would be great to get something to cool it.

"Thank you!" She said, taking her water and sipping at it quietly as she watched and listened to Owen.

She shook her head when Owen asked her if she would like some of his Heineken. Back in her teenage years, Gylfie drank it with her friends and it had a lot of bad experiences tied to it. Next to that, she hated the taste of most beers. They were the equivalent to pus.

Gylfie settled in to listen to Owen's spiel. As he spoke, she felt a varying range of emotion. Guilt as she realized she was being professional again; annoyance as Owen began speaking about "the dirty deed", as he called it; faint pleasure at the thought of Jack making Owen a cripple; curiosity as Owen began speaking about life in the Torchwood Cardiff unit; anger as he implied that the Australia team didn't have as much work; a mixture of embarrassment and thanks as he called her sweet and spunky; and finally, a complicated mixture of disappointment, annoyance, embarrassment and happiness.

And then Owen burped and she knew he was finished being caring and insightful. She let a small sigh escape and went back to sipping at her water.

"You better not be suggesting anything, Owen," she said around her straw. "You haven't won me over yet."

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[Owen Harper]

“Winning you over,” he chuckled. “It would be nice. And it will be fun. I am not made for you. I am not the bloke you need,” he leaned on his hand. “Janet will be furious if I have a girlfriend again.” He smirked looking at his beer. “But I don’t mind Janet being jealous.” He winked at her.

The waitress came over and took their order. Owen allowed Gylfie order and he got the same. Owen had not much to say. He sat there watching Gylfie’s hand as he drank his beer. He had got a second beer when the appetizers came. He ate away.

“Diane,” Owen finally broke the silence. “I brought her here. She was brilliant. She was well curved. She was beautiful. She knew what she wanted. And that’s what I loved about her. That was the last bit of her I could not resist. She was good in bed. She was good in many things. I got to be a fool. Opened up to her, Diane had taught me how to open the doors, pull the chair out and all that chivalry. God I was wimpy fool. Humph. She had me wrapped around her charm. No woman had affected me like that. She was the first and last. And no you are not going affect me like she did,” he said. “Instead I blurted my feelings on about her. Gylfie is what you do in Torchwood in Australia. You torture them by being who you are?”

[Gylfie Murdoch]

Janet? Their Weevil? Gylfie thought as Owen spoke about winning her over and girlfriends and jealousy. Oh, right! Owen Harper is King of the Weevils. How could I forget?

Just as she thought this, the waitress came over to take their orders. Being a chicken-eater, Gylfie ordered honey chicken with a side of fried rice and Owen promptly did the same. Whether it was to make her believe they had something in common or he was just unfussy, she had no idea. Nevertheless, it was nice to choose what she was eating. On more than one occasion, the "date" would choose for her and she absolutely hated that.

The appetizers came and Gylfie watched as Owen began to eat. She helped herself to a prawn cracker, dipping it into the satay sauce sheepishly. He had begun to speak again, but this time, seemingly about an ex-girlfriend. It was obvious he still loved her and that made Gylfie uncomfortable.

Owen continued to ramble on about this Diane girl and Gylfie nodded at the right moments, barely soaking anything in. To her, it sounded like Owen was a sucker for the independent chicks, the ones who were sassy and not at all fragile. She had no idea what this had to do with her, but it was conversation and if Owen needed to talk about it, then she would listen.

"... Gylfie is that what you do in Torchwood in Australia? You torture them by being who you are?”

She was taken aback by the question. Her left hand fluttered to her chest, displaying her disbelief. Unfortunately, she had forgotten about the sling and the welt on her throat and ended the display with a pained cringe. She let her hand fall back to her lap and shook her head instead.

"I don't torture anyone, Owen," she said huffily, trying not to slap him. "How could I ever torture someone by being who I am? I just make do with what I'm given to get through the day and stop the world from being blown up. That's who I am. That's all I'll ever be."

Gee, why's he being so... sulky? If Diane left him in such a sour mood, he shouldn't have brought me here. Oh, what am I doing here? She thought seriously, looking out one of the windows with wide eyes. We should have just ordered pizza.

[Owen Harper]

Taking a sip of his beer, he placed it down. “Mister John calls,” he gets up and leaves Gylfie. He does not walk to the toilets but he goes outside. He walked down the walkway to a bench and sat down in it. Place his hands on his face, leaned in them and his elbows on his knees. “Stupid me,” he moaned. He hated himself. He sat, counting to himself. He did not want to be out here to long and make Gylfie think he left her. That was not a bad idea he muttered. He was mad because he gone soft. What was going in his stupid nogging? He let a long sigh out. He stood up. Pulling himself back together and he walked back in.


He sat down. He ordered for a third beer. He sat there being silent. He just wanted this night to be dead. Take a dagger and jam it in. Things had gone wrong. Nothing gone right tonight! It was the stupid side Owen nobody saw. He wondered did they know he had this dumb side. No. They think he was thorn and cocky and over confident.

He slowly looked up at Gylfie not wanting to look at her. He glanced at her hand. He looked down at his food. He threw his napkin down on the table. He sat back in his chair. “Look,” he sputtered out. “You are seeing the worst of me. I make it up by taking you back. No strings attached,” he sounded angry. “I take you to your hotel.” He drank his beer.

He sighed, he looked at her. “I am sorry,” he admitted to Gylfie. He hated saying sorry. “Sorry for everything.”

(OOc what a total messed up thread. But Owen and I decided to accept it. This is a human thing to do.)

[Gylfie Murdoch]

Ooc; Oh, did you want to end it? I thought it
was going great. c: But perhaps when they're
heading back to her apartment, the monitor
could pick up Owen's car again.

You sure do pee a lot, Gylfie thought of saying, but she decided not to. It didn't seem right to tease him about a small bladder. For all she knew, it could be a serious problem. A bladder infection, perhaps. She dwelled on the possibilities while the old man across the aisle got his meal. I'll have to wait for Owen to come back before I can start eating.

For the time being she picked at the appetizers, hoping that no one asked her about her sling. It looked strange, what with being green and slightly luminescent. Already it had eased her pain, but it would feel weird taking it off later.

"Oh, you're back," she said as Owen sat down and ordered another beer. She felt the same guilty pangs coming from him that she had felt earlier and this was soon confirmed when he began to splutter through some speech about taking her home afterwards.

"Well, we have to eat our meal first!" She said softly, trying to make him feel better. "I was looking forward to getting some good food into me. Tell me about what's making you so, well, sorry. I'm absolutely fine. A bit sore here and there, but overall, I'm fine. Seriously."

[Owen Harper]

Owen gave Gylfie a side look. “I should have not brought you here,” said Owen. He grabbed some chicken, picked at it. “We should have stayed in Torchwood. This was me trying to do you know what. It was failure on my part,” he sighed.

He peeled some chicken and ate it. Chewed and swallowed. “How is the hand?” asked Owen looking at the green foam on her injured hand. “Is it helping?”

[Gylfie Murdoch]

Ooc; This is going to be weak. I'm sorry!

Gylfie began picking at her own chicken with a fork. Honey chicken had always been her favourite Chinese food dish. She ordered it every time. Hopefully, Owen liked it just as much.

"My hands okay," she said after swallowing a mouthful of food. She waved it around a little and then placed it back on the table. "I can hardly feel the pain anymore. This foam stuff is marvelous."

She smiled and tilted her head, unaware that she had a sesame seed stuck to one of her teeth. She knew very little about talking at the dinner table, her lack of dates and a proper family enforced that.

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