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Post by Captain John Hart on Mar 12, 2011 23:46:55 GMT -5
Leave it to Jack to play, Mr. Protector when it came to his team. His eyes watched as Gwen slowly moved over to his former partner. His eyes glancing a little lower than what would have been appropriate along with the thoughts he had in his mind about her. Then he glanced over at Owen watching the tough guy trying to act like he was someone important, the hero in all of this. All of this made him wonder how much Jack had changed since the last time they had spend those years trapped together. Then his mind started to drift back to Jack and what they once had. Oh he still struggled with that.
Even after spending all this time on Earth, he still didn’t get it. None of this made any sense to him. Even more so, he wasn’t sure why he was doing this in the first place… Maybe he just wanted to get closer to Jack and this was the way to do it. To prove, he could be more than a threat. That there was something good inside of him after all of these years, he doubted that there was anything good left inside of him after everything that has happened.
John stood there listening and watching the trio, feeling like he was going to get sick by doing so. But he had more important matters on his mind. ”You lot look like you should be some Japanese pop band seeing those fast beat songs standing like that. You got the keyboardist… the wanabe tough guitarist. Last but not least, the flashy front man. Oh and lets not forget Eye Candy, even though he is not here. He could be the manager or whatever.” John joked, unable to help himself once he seen the way Jack wrapped his arm around Gwen and placed his other hand on Owen. How he wanted to be in Jack’s arms at the moment but he pushed that out of his mind for now. There would be time for that later.
”Lovely to see you, Jack.” He brought his arms up to cross across his chest as he stood there. His jacket lifting up, showing more of his twin guns that were at his waist in those old holsters ”Last time, I had a sure way out of things or at least I thought so. You know how I am around things of value, it can’t be helped and that was the only life I know of. Never had a great enough reason to change and you never gave me one. You were always happy following my lead until you left.” John explained, wondering if that would piss of Jack any. Then again he really didn’t care. At one point in his life, all he wanted to do was live for Jack. If playing hero now would help him out in getting close to his former partner then he was willing to give it a try.
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Post by gylfie2 on Mar 13, 2011 7:54:40 GMT -5
Although Jack appeared to ignore the 'Japanese pop band' comment, he felt like smiling. Of course John would pick on Jack's thought. John always did know him well... a little bit too well.
A brief silence fell upon the group, broken only by the lapping water of the water tower and the occasional pigeon in the Plass. A group of school children seemed to be taking a tour of the Millennium Centre, but their voices were blown away by the wind.
Eventually, John started speaking again and what he said made Jack frown. He didn't necessarily want Owen and Gwen (Ooc; Oh, they both end in 'wen'. Just noticed!) knowing about his previous lifestyle, but that was not the part that infuriated him the most. It was the following my lead part.
"We both know full well who followed who," he said, his voice clipped, dropping his arms to his sides and clenching his fists. John's blatant disregard for Jack's leadership almost always got him in the mood for a debate. "I mean, I know I loved you, but that's in the past now and you can't accept that. You were always tagging along behind me, following me like a puppy. Deny it? Sure, but look where you are now." He smirked, pleased with his logic. "Back here with me."
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Post by Gwen Cooper | The Rani on Mar 15, 2011 22:16:26 GMT -5
Gwen knew that they must have looked ridiculous, with Jack being almost like a protective elder brother, as she was practically tucked away to the side. Despite feeling safe with her boss there, and her friend on the other side, hot tempered or not, she didn't quite like the fact that John was here.
The last time he'd been around the Bay, it led to her near death by poisoned lip-gloss. Picking up on the comment of being like a pop band, her eyebrow raised in question. Keyboardist, wannabe tough-guy guitarist as Owen... And then Jack as the flashy front man. That left her as the Keyboardist. Being placed as the equal to a keyboardist wasn't too bad, it allowed her to have somewhat control of the situation if that were a correct analogy.
"A pop band? Elaborate on that comparison." She inquired, for at least if John were kept talking it would take up his attention, as that was just the best way to keep someone distracted. She thought back to her police training and glanced between Jack, Owen, and John.
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Post by Owen Harper on Mar 16, 2011 22:11:24 GMT -5
Holding his tongue as John said they are like some pop rock band. The wanna-be guitarist want to pull his guns out and rock-n-roll by shooting John Hart. Of course, Jack was playing the over protective over Gwen and Owen that was fine by him. If Hart decided to shoot first, he will shoot Jack first and Owen will open fire on Hart and kill him. The doctor would not care if Jack wanted John alive.
Not taking his eyes off John, Owen felt Gwen’s concern as she looked over at Jack and his direction. It was good to let John talk about Jack’s past. This was something Owen wanted to know. He was curious about Jack. So this was a door to that opportunity. Because he knows he has no second chance, if John started to shoot and Owen believe he had no chance of a death man’s corpse and that’s what he was. So, he decided to let Jack take the lead and never took his attention from Jack. He had not to worry about breathing or flinching. His body was dead.
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Post by gylfie2 on Mar 22, 2011 5:38:22 GMT -5
Ooc; Okay, I was going to reply, but I figure John
should reply first with a response to Jack's taunts.
I mean, I'd have something to say if someone
spoke to me like that. c;
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Post by Captain John Hart on Mar 22, 2011 11:13:49 GMT -5
If there was another thing that he loved doing and that was pushing people’s buttons. Seeing how far he could get them before they reached that snapping point. Currently there was nothing more fun then coming after Jack’s little team. He enjoys seeing how far he could push them. Yet in the end, there was nothing he wanted more than to be here with Jack even if it was only a part of what they had before. But he would never let on to that or say that he wanted to be here with Jack. Instead he played the bad guy role, the role of man who hated this planet.
John knew he had Owen ridding on the edge of anger and taking action against him even more so with the whole pop band thing. He could tell the other man wanted to shoot him and sure why the hell not. It would hurt greatly and would be a huge risk but might just be worth taken. His attention turned back to the question Gwen asked him. ”You can stop with the cop thing, gorgeous. If you want to talk with me, then buy me a drink and we will have a nice little chat alone.” He told her, flirting the whole time with that. After all he really couldn’t help it.
He stood there listening to the sound of the lapping water in the tower, it would have been relaxing if it was a different time and place but he was here to do business and maybe have some fun during all of this. When it came to his and Jack’s past, he would only say enough to get a rise out of his former partner but never enough to give anything away. He knew how much Jack like things to be kept private, from others to know what his past was.
His features soften slightly when Jack went on about the puppy and following him around. It was the truth but he wouldn’t say much to it. Jack was always the best leader out of the two them. John was rather into things to keep from getting bored, a small part of the time going against Jack’s orders but those were the days when he cared more about life, when he had more respect for others. Then the one thing, he wanted to forget more than anything else happened and changed him. After that not even Jack could keep him reigned in after he went through the whole puppy dog stage and the anger about what happened set in.
For a moment, his features show that hint of sadness and loss but he soon forced that away and flashed his signature grin. ”Oh but I was a good puppy dog. You know you enjoy giving me belly rubs. And of course I am back here with you, trying to tell you that this whole planet is in danger from something.” He knew what was coming and how dangerous it was going to be. Sure he might stick around to help out but he wouldn’t let on to that. John made his way closer to Owen looking at him for a moment. ”So how does it feel to be a dead man walking?" He asked, knowing Owen could be a key piece in all of this but he wasn’t sure yet.
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Post by Owen Harper on Mar 22, 2011 21:42:23 GMT -5
Owen stood there listening to John Hart taunting back at Jack’s taunting. It was this rogue was from Jack’s history. The first encounter with John at the bar that John said he was a good wife and now he was flirting with Gwen, and saying he was a puppy dog to Jack. It wasn’t a tin dog, but, Owen felt that John was a threat. To believe it or not Owen was jealous of John in a special way. Jack was the one responsible bring Owen back and Owen expected Jack to look after the walking dead man. Because there was so much Owen can pass in the regular world.
The medical doctor tightened his jaw a habit, but he was not aware he did it. If he had a nervous system that worked properly he would feel the hair rise back of his neck. Instead, he quickly whipped out a gun and shot John in the midsection. John had pressed the medical doctor’s hot button. It was like Owen was Frankenstein and Jack was the mad scientist who brought a monster back to life.
And the truth Owen did not shoot to kill. He could of.
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Post by Captain John Hart on Mar 22, 2011 23:23:33 GMT -5
When it came down to it, John was just being John. Playing around and trying to have a good time and always letting Jack win in the end of their little arguments. He enjoying taunting everyone he came across and seeing if he could get a rise out them. It was nothing personal to him well outside of Jack though. With Jack, it was always more than a game with him. If anyone were to be jealous of what he had with Jack and how they acted around each other, he would have expected it to be Eye Candy. He was a bit surprised to see that Owen was jealous of what was going on between him and Jack.
The last thing he was expecting was the gun to come out and for once, John didn’t have time to react fast enough. Then again, he had been off his game since the whole Gray thing… The one thing he tried his hardest to forget. First he felt the bullet tearing through his midsection, right above his lower ribs and offer center… then came the gun shot that rang in his ears. Then he could feel the warmth of the blood as it poured out from the wound. It was as if he was stuck in slow motion.
John tore his eyes off Owen and took a long look at Jack and flashed his signature grin. ”So this is how your team treats those who are here to help? So much for the warm welcome.” There was a bit of blood in the corner of his mouth as he spoke. John took a couple of shaky steps back as he brought a hand up to press into the wound. The pain finally hitting him as he stood there, it wasn’t the first time he was shot but the first time he was shot in this area of his body. Normally, it was his legs or arms, shoulder sometimes but never the midsection like this or at such a close range. John stood there looking at the blood on his hands, he wasn't scare or anything like that just stunned.
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Post by gylfie2 on Mar 25, 2011 3:06:08 GMT -5
Ooc; Oh my God. D: I replied to this. Where's
my post? Argh. I'm going to have to write it
up again.
Only one man could make Jack feel such a complex mix of emotions. Anger, intrigue, irritation, cheer - it was like John was a one-time key to Jack's pituitary gland. The huge amount of hormones in his blood system almost made the Captain feel light-headed.
Hoping to comfort Gwen after John's snide comment, Jack placed a hand tenderly on her back. In doing this, he was also ensuring he remained upright, but he sent her a smile, telling her he appreciated the sentiment. It was nice knowing the others had his back, especially when he had theirs.
He watched silently, seeing the shifts in John's face. His eyes would flicker between the three team members, his face twitching in displeasure occasionally and then, before Jack could properly react, John was swaggering forwards and spitting out the most personal question Owen could receive. Jack only had time to reach out a hand before Owen pulled the trigger of his gun. The force of the gunshot made Jack redraw his hand.
Chaos erupted from near-by pedestrians, a siren sounding somewhere to Jack right. But he was elsewhere. He could only watch as John staggered, blood pooling against his black undershirt. This could not be happening.
One more beat passed and Jack was moving, slapping Owen on the back of the head before dipping to John's side. Jack avoided making eye contact, staring only at the damaged fabric and the crimson red peeking through.
"Gwen, call the police," Jack said, his voice hollow. "Tell them to divert any calls about a gunshot in the Plass. We don't need anyone poking around. Owen, back to the Hub. Get ready to extract the bullet."
On any other day, Jack would be delighted to join in some friendly banter with Owen, but now was not the moment. Jack sent the doctor a glare that was full of venom, his lips curling in a snarl.
"This isn't what we do," Jack muttered, both to Owen and John. He tucked his hands under John's frame. "We protect and mend, we don't harm." His voice softened. "We don't harm."
With a few grunts, he stood, lifting John with him. The other man was lighter than Jack, what with his slimmer frame and lack of greatcoat. Besides, Jack had had many years doing this in the past. It was nothing new to be carrying around his bleeding soldier.
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Post by Owen Harper on Mar 25, 2011 18:00:23 GMT -5
(I'll wait for others to post)
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Post by Captain John Hart on Mar 25, 2011 22:22:19 GMT -5
OOC: Going to wait for Gwen to post or a couple of days.
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Post by gylfie2 on Mar 26, 2011 2:27:27 GMT -5
Ooc; I'll wait for Gwen to reply as well.
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Post by Gwen Cooper | The Rani on Mar 26, 2011 10:29:10 GMT -5
She was about to say one thing when she heard the gunshot, she noticed the change in John's face and then she glanced over to Owen. She couldn't believe that he had pulled the trigger after she and Jack had both told him not to do anything. It was almost unbelievable, surreal.
"Okay, try to stop the bleeding a bit, just a bit of pressure, not too much, until Owen works on him." Gwen replied, already taking her mobile out, and instead of calling 9-9-9, she called Andy dirrectly. She was relieved when he picked up right away.
"Andy, I need for you to divert any calls about a gunshot in the plass... Torchwood is taking care of it. Thank you." She said, and then nodded once. "Yes, Yes... I know Andy. I have to go now, I'm at work." She hung up the phone and then glanced over to Jack.
"I'll start tracking down people that may have ran off, and I'll also use retcon on anyone that was in the area. Is that a proper course of action in this case?" She asked, disliking the fact that she had to even think about using retcon, or correction, she had to give others retcon. It wasn't something she enjoyed having to do, but it would cause Torchwood less trouble, for people would surely remember the man who was shot, and the man who shot him. That would jeopardise the function of the team, if people constantly saw Owen and immediately started to yell about the incident at the bay.
((ooc; I'm sorry that I hadn't posted sooner, I would mean to, get called away, refresh, and there would be a new post. Been busy a little earlier.)) |
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Post by Captain John Hart on Mar 26, 2011 13:51:00 GMT -5
Things were not going as planned, like he had wanted them to go. Leave it to Jack’s team to ruin his plans, to toss a wrench into the works. He had only come here to offer some Intel and instead, he ended up getting shot. Sure one could say it was pay back for what he had done before but that was the old John, not the one here trying to make up for what he had been forced into. Something he felt like he owned Jack. After seeing Jack put Gray into cold storage, was enough to make his heart feel so heavy, like he was the worse person alive. He couldn’t shake all that from haunting him…
Jack was the only one who could affect him, the only one who could truly control him. The one who could make him feel and care about anything, anyone and the rush he felt when near his former partner were like no other rush he felt. Those pheromones were addicting and drove him over the edge of no return. Gwen and Owen, he didn’t trust yet and had been testing them to see if he could trust them. Well at least the last time he was around and not the time before that. And when he said something to them, half of the time… okay most of the time he couldn’t be taken seriously with what he said towards them. Most of those times what he said, he didn’t mean it or for it to come out like it did.
His eyes had glanced up enough to watch Jack give out the orders, he wished his former partner would just leave him be. He didn’t want Owen touching him, not know after what happened but he had a feeling he didn’t have much of a choice. ”Geese touchy much, Doctor. I was only playing around.” He stated as he stood there, his voice a little weaker than before. John was trying to act like himself so he wouldn’t show anything was wrong with him that he was stronger than what he appeared to be.
His eyes looked up at Jack softly as he spoke about not doing what just happened. This wasn’t something John going for; he hoped that Jack knew that. He had just come here to offer some help and try to make up for things but his team showed up with the guns blazing for the most part. ”Don’t look at me, I just came to tell you that they are coming…” He trailed off, hoping that Jack knew what he was talking about. Those creatures that took Gray, who destroyed their homes, the ones who had no name, those who only cared about torture and pain and now they were coming here.
It didn’t surprise him when his former partner scooped him up like he was some kind of toy. It didn’t help that he was barely eating and drinking a lot more and trying whatever it took to get a decent nights sleep but nothing really seemed to work for him. But also because he was a few inches shorter than Jack and didn’t the same built as his former partner did. ”Truly wasn’t here to harm anyone.” He coughed, wiping the blood from his mouth on to his sleeve before he laid his head down into Jack, closing his eyes. Any other day, he would have made a smart comment about this, loved being like this in Jack’s arms but today all he could muster up was, ”So going to carry your wife over the threshold of the Hub?” He laughed weakly before looking over at Gwen who was talking about retcon.
”Got anything strong and without the side affect of losing one’s memories? Because I could really use some drugs or something strong to drink at the moment.” Part of him was joking, only a small part of him. John closed his eyes again, his hand loosing grip on his side
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Post by Owen Harper on Mar 26, 2011 15:52:05 GMT -5
The doctor heard Jack smacking his head, but, he did not feel it. The doctor stuck his guns in the special holsters he had in his jacket’s pocket. The angry doctor met Jack’s glare. Yes, Jack was angry. John had gone off talking.
Owen turned around to go to his work station in the HUB. He knew he had lost. The thing was Owen can fix what he broke. Maybe John will think twice next time. He could not look at Gwen in the eye in that situation.
Owen will have his work station set up, by the time Jack brought the stupid rogue down in the hub. This was something he was good at. But to fix the rogue, he did not want too. He had too because in reality Owen was a doctor.
After setting up, Owen just yelled. He yelled loud as he can. It was the way he figured to feel better. The team was not there when he did that. He just wanted to have a good cry, a good emotional break down with hormones going off the wall, a head ache, a good fart, a hiccup, a yawn, a strained muscle. Anything to remind him he was a living being not a physical non-response human with no blood pressure, no heart-beat and no sexual interaction. He wanted to punch the wall. He stared at it and just wished it to be broken. “I am broken!” he grabbed something and looked at it. He decided not to throw it.
He went to a mirror and stared at his reflection. “Will I ever adjust?” he wished he was physically tired. To feel emotion over drive and have a good sleep. Or have a few beers and get drunk. No, he had nothing to make the pain to go away. This was a living hell like some stupid person wrote his life style and say let’s mess up his life. He cursed the creator who created him! (THANKS RUSSELL DAVIES! I hate you!) But he would never know would he?
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