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Post by Captain John Hart on Feb 25, 2011 22:55:25 GMT -5
Cardiff, Wales, United Kingdom, Earth. These humans had an obsession with labelling things. Every little corner had a sign, each building, a number. Not knowing where you were was impossible.
Of course, it was certainly impossible for one Captain John Hart not to know where he was. A small device strapped to his wrist informed of where he was, and, more importantly, when. At the moment, however, he wasn't interested in knowing where he was. One didn't come to Earth to remember; it was about finding the nearest bar and then losing yourself inside of a drink and the hottest creature you could entice into your arms.
Keeping to the back alleys, as he had no interest in attracting the attention of the local authorities (and through them, Torchwood), John was having difficulty finding the sort of club that appealed to his current mood. Generally he could identify what sort of establishment he was headed towards by the music that pumped out into the alleyway (and, boy, did he love twenty-first century Earth music) but none seemed the sort to ignore the rather obvious weaponry strapped to his hips.
Annoyed, he turned away from his most recent attempt at stealing into a club and swaggered his way between buildings. Considering all the cameras around and the distinct rift activity that would have triggered an alarm at Torchwood, he was a bit surprised that Jack hadn't caught up to him yet. It wasn't like him to leave John running about his city unattended, but it certainly made it more fun; after all, it was better to ask forgiveness than permission, right?
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Post by gylfie2 on Feb 27, 2011 4:24:13 GMT -5
Jack awoke from his troubled half-sleep, startled by the thick beeps coming from the rift monitor. His beautiful face looked up at the ceiling of his hidden room, confusion twisting his features as he tried to bring himself into a full consciousness. That constant beeping was the only sound that made its way this far into his sanctuary. It was one of the only things that he didn't mind waking for.
"What's this then?" He asked, his hair mussed as he made his way from his room to his office and then his office to the main computer system. No one replied. It seemed that they had all gone home, including Ianto.
Finding himself alone, Jack looked at the screen. The blue glow it emitted was the only light and he blinked back the sting that it caused.
Subject identified as Captain John Hart.
Recognized threat. Approach with caution.
Jack was dressed in less than a minute, his coat flapping gently around his knees as he dashed to the SUV. John was a recognized threat among his team mates and, not for the first time, Jack was glad that no one else was around to go on this mission with him.
He followed the map in the SUV, eventually stopping at the place where the rift spiked.
"John?" Jack exited the vehicle, slamming the door and locking it with the alarm pad attached to his wrist.
It came as no surprise to Jack that this was an urban night scene. Bars lined the streets, music filled the air and tipsy patrons waddled around with cheesy smiles plastered to their mug. Humans - how simple it was to amuse them. John - how predictable it was for him to find his way here.
Jack began jogging between the drunk men and women of Cardiff, dodging the occasional fist or puckered lip. He had no time to waste. John was dangerous and he was here.
"John?" Jack surveyed his newest surroundings. It appeared that he had wandered three blocks and now stood in front of a Gothic bar. A shadow peered at him curiously from the doorway. He ignored his audience. "John. I swear to God, get out here."
Ooc; It lost quality. My bad. :c
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Post by Captain John Hart on Feb 27, 2011 13:34:07 GMT -5
Where there was boredom, John was long gone from it. He always needed to be moving and keeping himself busy. His mind tended to run back to the memories he rather forget if he sat idle for to long. So when it came to the bars not letting him in, he did the next best thing and found a liquor store in which he could get something strong to drink. Sure he could have continued to try the bars and find one to let him or shoot his way in but after a while, he got bored of trying but he kept in the area for he liked blend of music and all the people around.
This spot though he settled upon was an alley near a Gothic bar and in a strange way, his clothing blending in with what was being worn by some of these people. John though they were a bit strange but still attractive in a way. John had found himself a box in an alley and opened the bottle of Everclear, 190 proof. The strongest he could find in the store. Drinking alone wasn’t something he was not use to, there had been a few times he had drank alone but he had already had one shot of hyper vodka before he got here and was about to finish of this bottle on top of it.
The bottle was opened and John had just drank down half of it in one go when he heard the voice that could break through music and just about anything… His former lover’s voice… John sat the bottle down and walked slowly out from the alley and leaned against the brick wall, looking at his Jack. God how he had missed his former partner and what he would give to have at least one more night with Jack. Not to remind himself of what he lost but what he once had. Jack was the one thing that made him a better person, the one person who could control him.
”Easier there Jack, no need getting worked up so early into the night.” John said, his voice a little hoarse. His arms came up to cross at his chest, opening up his jacket a little more. The black shirt he wore underneath it had a good size gash in the side that came around to the front. From the gap in the shirt, the bandages could be seen underneath. ”I’m not here to cause trouble, just trying to enjoy myself. I swear. So if don't mind, I see that there is a rather lovely lady over there. Unless your up for a dance?” Then again, John wasn’t the type to believe or trust after everything but he had been telling the truth unless something came up to change that. John had glanced in the direction of a group of females though he really wasn't interested in them when Jack was standing right there in front of him.
After what he had left and came from, there was nothing more that he wanted to do than see Jack’s face again even though the other male didn’t want anything to do with anymore. John couldn’t blame him after all he had done; he still had nightmares about leaving Jack in that grave under Cardiff. It haunted him but he had no choice in the matter. But before that when he had tricked Jack, it was his own greed getting in the way and he knew he couldn’t just waltz in and tell his former partner the truth about things. So here he was, hoping for once Jack would understand and give him another chance not that he deserved it or anything like that.
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Post by gylfie2 on Mar 2, 2011 2:33:32 GMT -5
At John's appearance, Jack spun around to face him. His navy coat settled around him, rippling slightly in the wind. Oh, John. How Jack had missed his "ex-wife". Those times were some of the greatest he'd ever had, but they were also the most dangerous. Most of his days were spent drinking, blowing things up, running... among other things. So many other things.
Jack could feel his resolve wavering as his eyes soaked up the other man. He looked as great as ever, still in good shape, wearing the same clothes. There seemed to be a gash in his side bandages peeking through. Jack longed to check the wound, but he knew he must not. It wasn't safe.
He isn't safe, thought Jack, his eyes coming back to the present. He buried you under Cardiff, blew up the city, put the world at risk. He also helped you, he was under Gray's - a flinch - control. It wasn't his fault. Still, he did it.
His internal arguments did not break through to his outwards appearance. Instead, he stood tall and confident, the leading man, Earth's savior. But what could he do?
John swore that he was doing no harm and, so far, he wasn't. Jack owed him a few drinks... but no, would Jack really be willing to risk his team and the world? It was only for one night. For old time's sake.
"You have to move on, John," he said, his voice strong and loud so that it could break through the bass music surrounding them. "One drink, and then you move on. You can't be here."
Oh, his team would kill him if they knew he had agreed! Ianto, for the most part. Did having a drink with your former count as cheating? Probably not. Would Owen forgive him if John did something wrong? Who cared? A thin smile appeared on Jack's lips. One drink. For old time's sake.
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Post by Captain John Hart on Mar 2, 2011 11:11:32 GMT -5
Seeing that gorgeous face again was more than enough to make John smile and have his heart skip a beat. Only if Jack knew the affect he had on him. In his whole life, Jack was the only one he ever let close to him, the only one that found away to be held in his heart. Only person John ever really trusted but none of this were things he would speak or let Jack know, he couldn’t bring himself to it. Every time, he tried to the words would fail him or he would chicken out. So he left it.
Those five years he spent with Jack, he wanted to make sure he gave his former partner the time of his life. To show him how great life could be spent living on the edge and doing what one’s heart felt like. Maybe John was getting old or maybe he was starting to wise up but things had slowed down in that area lately. There were days when he just didn’t have the energy or rest to do so but then again he knew what to blame for that. The nightmares, he couldn’t shake them and maybe coming back here and trying to make up for the whole Gray thing could ease his mind enough to make those dreams end.
The wound in his side had been pretty much forgot about. It happened the other night in a sword fight. The alcohol in his system was to be blamed for that, it numb the pain that came from it. As much as he loved Jack and wanted to him again, he knew Jack would toss him into one of the cells below the hub or even just go ahead and shoot him. Those were risk he was willing to take just to be here and he would give up anything just to have one of those nights like they used to. John never forgot about the drinks Jack owed him but there had never seemed to be a good time to get that debt collect.
”I can’t, Jack. I tried. You know, I wouldn’t have done those things but I had no choice. I was beyond scared of dying. I would have dug you up with my bare hands from that grave if I could have. But I’m not strong like you and I can’t come back from being dead.” It was the first time he ever admitted something like that to anyone. One could say he was just drunk, tired and injured but he had been clear minded when he spoke those things. Then he had to hide the look of surprise when Jack agreed to one drink.
The last thing he wanted to tell Jack was that his wrist strap was broken, that he had spend all this time stuck on earth. Traveling between countries trying to figure out why Jack liked this place so much. When he did manage to get his wrist strap working again, he could just travel between time but he was still working on the wrist strap, trying to get it to work again. ”I’ll try.” He said simply before walking closer to Jack, still with that hint of swagger as he walked.
John stopped right in front of Jack and brought a hand up and tried to touch the side of Jack’s face and smiled again when he seen the other’s smile. He pulled his hand away and reach down, undoing the straps of his holsters before pulling out his guns and offering them to Jack to take. Sure he had other weapons but the guns where his favorite ones to use. Trying to show the other man that he could be trusted.
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Post by gylfie2 on Mar 4, 2011 0:09:55 GMT -5
Jack watched the other man approach, his eyes drinking in that swagger gratefully. Oh, John was beautiful, but he was much different to Jack's current taste in men. John was the epitome of attitude and rebellion, while Ianto was the loyal servant, the doting boyfriend with a heart of pure gold. And although Jack adored that heart of gold, John's walk almost made him salivate. He needed to see this man again.
He closed his eyes when John placed a hand on his cheek and smiled. His palm was warm and calloused, but it brought back the most beautiful memories. No! Jack mentally scolded himself, he must not think of those moments. Havoc would break loose if he did.
He opened his eyes and John dropped his hand, raising his other with his favourite guns. Jack liked the sentiment, but he would have felt much safer if all of John's weapons were handed over, including his vortex manipulator. However, he knew that that would be asking too much. Instead, he just smiled again.
"Thank you, Captain," he said, fastening the holsters to his waist. "Now, how about that drink?"
Jack was having second doubts. Sure, he had collateral damage now that he was in possession of John's favourite guns, but that meant very little. John would still have the capability of shooting Jack or, worse, some innocent pedestrian or waiter. And how would Ianto feel about this "date" of sorts?
Pushing his negatives thoughts to the back of his mind, Jack offered his arm to John. This would be interesting. Two of the most outrageous men, in each other's company once more.
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Post by Captain John Hart on Mar 4, 2011 0:32:24 GMT -5
As he made his way towards Jack, he had taken notice of how much his swagger had an affect on Jack and he knew that he would have to pull that out again when needed. All the weakness he knew of Jack’s, some were fresher than others. Since the whole Gray thing, John had laid off the whole killing and attitude. The memories of that day were still too fresh and he couldn’t shake them. Instead he just kept moving around until his Vortex Manipulator went on the fritz.
However when it came to Jack, he was doing his best to keep his guard up and act like normal. Those walls were all he had left and kept from showing how screwed up he was at the moment. Though at this moment, all he had on his mind were the good times he had with his former partner. Wishing that he could have some those moments back. Well at least he had a shot tonight with the drink, maybe he could get Jack off guard enough to let him in closer. To get at least one more night with him in all the ways he wanted.
The feel of Jack’s skin was wonderful under his touch and how craved to feel even more under his fingers tips. John took in the beautiful sight of Jack with his eyes closed but knew he would get the chance for more later in the evening. John didn’t have too many weapons on himself this time around. Two smaller guns hiding and some knives not to mention his sword. The sword though meant a lot to him just as much as the guns he had handed to Jack. When he seen the smile, he returned the smile and glanced down for a moment. ”Don’t worry, it’s broken and still struggling to get it working right.” He had a feeling that Jack was worried about that or else he would have left Earth long ago to find some planet with something strong enough for him to get plastered.
”Your welcome, Captain.” He flashed a grin before giving a nod of his head at the question about a drink. Tonight, he had no plans of hurting Jack unless the other man asked him to. All John wanted tonight was something different and that was having Jack again to himself. Even though none of this was planned out. When the arm was offered to him, he took it and then slide his hand down to Jack, lacing his fingers into Jack’s. His hand felt a little smaller with Jack’s hand but the warmth-felt good and wished he had done this kind of thing more often.
”You pick the place, I’ll pay. So shall we see how many strange looks we get?” He chuckled a little before leaning over and pressing his lips into Jack’s cheek.
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Post by gylfie2 on Mar 11, 2011 22:41:46 GMT -5
Jack watched John's fingers lace through his own. This would not be a casual drink with a friend, then. The soft smile that had been on his face eased slightly, falling from his eyes. What would Ianto think of the situation? No. Jack grimaced invisibly, feeling John's lips press against his cheek. He must not think of Ianto right now. Oh, but it was hard.
Of all the billions of men in the universe, I end up with the two hottest. But who would I choose? Mister cheekbones and jacket, here, or the efficient Welshman, heart of gold, cute in suit, softest pout in the world? Ha. Jack smirked lightly, and began walking off towards a bar he had seen earlier. I really must stop thinking about this.
"Strange looks," he said, a few beats too late. "I've received far too many to take notice of them. I like to think I'm a permanent fixture here, now. But, I might be willing to do something extra crazy for you."
He threw one of his award-winning grins at John, knowing full well that the other man was probably immune to them at this stage. Jack moved their course slightly, veering so that they were heading towards a modern nightclub. From the outside, it looked clean, but there were very few people milling about here.
"The Iron Dragon," Jack said loudly, trying to be heard over the pop music coming from inside. "Friendly bartenders, strong alcohol, plenty of women. Your scene, if I remember correctly. Such a shame they don't play cheesy techno music."
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Post by Captain John Hart on Mar 14, 2011 16:59:26 GMT -5
When John had seen the look on Jack’s face, he paused in his walk and turned to face his former partner. For once that very rare side of John appeared, the one that showed concern as well as the on showed that he truly cared. His other hand came up to touch Jack’s cheek. ”Don’t worry, Jack. Nothing is going to happen while we are enjoying ourselves and no one is ever going to know about this. It’s our little secret.” He leaned in as if he was going to kiss Jack on the lips but paused there for a moment then moved away and started to walk again. That rare side of him fading away because John knew he shouldn’t get too close to Jack again. It would only end up breaking his heart again.
One-night stands were good for him; it allowed him to avoid getting close to anyone. He didn’t want things to get too personal for him. John couldn’t live with having his heart broke again; he wasn’t strong in that area. He always felt if he continued to move forward, didn’t settle down anywhere and kept doing what he was doing then he could avoid that heartache again. When his former partner spoke about doing something extra crazy for him, those dark eyes of his turned and looked at Jack with a wide grin. ”Is that so and how crazy are you willing to go, gorgeous?”
John was the kinky type but Jack had been the only one who was able to take the lead away from him, to become the one in charge. And to him, that was a rather big turn on. Though right now, he was really interested in what Jack had meant about willing to do something extra crazy. That grin of Jack was more than enough to make his heart skip a few beats and made him want to back Jack up into an alley and skip the drinks. His eyes glanced up at the modern club they were moving closer to. So this is where Jack had leaded him. ”Iron Dragon.” John smirked then flashed his former partner one of his grins. ”I can think of a different kind of Iron Dragon that would be more fun.”
He was unable to help himself with that, wondering how Jack would handle that. ”Who needs women when I have you. So what are we waiting for? Let’s get those strong drinks.”
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Post by gylfie2 on Mar 15, 2011 2:14:25 GMT -5
Jack sighed and pulled John past the bouncer and into the club. He could handle the countless innuendos, the flirtatious remarks and the overall dirty talk, but the raw statement of 'who needs women when I have you' was too much. It was obvious that John still had feelings and Jack didn't want to lead him on.
As they headed into the pink glow of the strobe lights and the shimmer of sequins, Jack found himself looking for someone to set John up with. Sure, they'd still be having a drink together, but John's attention wouldn't be completely on Jack.
"Two of your strongest ales, please," the captain shouted over the Kesha song, making a peace sign with his fingers. The bartender raised an eyebrow, but nodded anyway and disappeared around a corner.
"What do you think?" Jack turned to John and smiled, casually scanning the groups of dancing girls and the occasional male. They were all desperately trying to get into the throngs of women. "Plenty of meat out here. Bet you we could pick up anyone we want..."
If he had been in a cartoon, a light bulb would have appeared above his head.
"Want to make a competition of it?" His eyes sparkled. "First to get the most numbers dares the other to do something outrageous."
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Post by Captain John Hart on Mar 15, 2011 21:35:37 GMT -5
When it came to if John was over Jack or not, it all depended on the day and how things were going for him. Times when there were bad for him, when he was feeling down and couldn’t seem to get back up or when he was just in need of someone who was more to him, those were times when he turned to his former partner. Though he would never say or let on to those things. It was something he noticed after all that happened with Gray. It was in those first nights after things happened that he found himself longing for Jack but couldn’t bring himself to face the other man.
There had been a few times that he had been in Cardiff and watched Torchwood from a safe distance. He hadn’t done anything to draw attention to himself; he just used his wrist strap to leave once he was sure the coast was clear. But with his wrist strap acting up, he always ended back on Earth in some random place and time.
As the made there way into the club, his eyes glanced around, making note to check out this place another time. John was enjoying the strobe lights and the shimmer of sequins. ”Nice.” He said simple as he continued to look around. He had a feeling this was all part of Jack’s plan though… that his former partner was up to something tonight. But he was going to play along for now, even though he really didn’t want to be with anyone and he didn’t want to set off any alarms that would bring personal questions.
John watched Jack for a moment with the bartender before looking around at the large crowd. ”Loud, not really my kind of music though. Seems like a typical club that I like. Picked nicely.” He turned around and picked up the mug that was placed on the bar. John downed the drink in one go, sitting the empty mug back down.
”As for the meat, I doubt you are going to stray too far from your tea boy.” John said, almost in a distant tone. John glanced back down at the bar when Jack suggested making a game of seeing how could get the most numbers. His eyes looked over before looking around again. ”What happened to enjoying a drink or two?” He asked, trying to avoid the subject and the numbers game.
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Post by gylfie2 on Mar 25, 2011 8:34:53 GMT -5
Ooc; I'm sorry I didn't get to this today. I wrote up a
post a couple of days ago, but my computer must not
have sent it through. I hate it when it goes loopy.
I'll try and post tomorrow while I do my homework.
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Post by Captain John Hart on Mar 25, 2011 15:07:01 GMT -5
OOC: It's alright Jack, take your time. Got to love computers when they act up like that  |
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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Mar 29, 2011 2:39:42 GMT -5
Harkness
It had been roughly three weeks since Jack's last beer. He eyed the golden liquid apprehensively, taking more time to approach it than John. After a few sips, he decided to answer his former partner.
"You're right," he said simply, a droplet of foam falling onto his chin. "I don't plan on straying from Ianto, but I do enjoy getting numbers." He threw John a sheepish smile. "It's one of the few acceptable ways of fishing for compliments, you know? Picking up chicks, dudes, aliens... animals? I don't know."
He returned to drinking his beer, guzzling the last half of the pint. The alcohol burnt his throat, but the ache was dull, nothing like the hydration he'd drunk out in space. In comparison, Earth beverages were quite weak.
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Post by Captain John Hart on Mar 31, 2011 20:21:30 GMT -5
Those gray eyes of John watched his former partner for a moment and could see it had been a while since the other man had a drink. Last time he had showed up and they were in the bar together, he couldn’t remember Jack taking a drink after the bottles were lifted. So he wondered how often his former partner drank these days. When the bar tender came back around, he asked for a whole bottle of something stronger. He doubted he would get anything close to drunk here or even a buzz. Now if they were else where, like somewhere with Hyper Vodka things would have been different.
When he heard Jack’s voice, he glanced over and simply wiped the drop of foam from Jack’s chin with the pad of his thumb lightly and slowly. The rest of his hand resting under Jack’s chin which gave a chance for the scar on his wrist and part of his arm to show. Currently, he didn’t wear the wrist strap on that wrist anymore, having switched sides for now. ”Well then in that case, how about seeing how long it takes for you to get ten numbers from anyone in this bar.” He suggested wondering if Jack would take up that challenge. He noticed that sheepish smile and offered a faint smile back. ”Forgot about about that. So you into animals now, Captain?” He teased before picking up the bottle of Everclear, which was 190 proof vodka, one of the strongest alcohols out there.
He twisted the top off the bottle and started to down the first half of the bottle. The alcohol burned going down but it was welcome burning feeling but he still would have liked to have something strong. Anything at this point to knock him out for the night and he really didn’t care where he wound up tonight, knowing him he would just go back to the warehouse for the night or maybe go out looking for some trouble. ”So Jack, ready to see how you do with those numbers?”
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