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Post by izzysmith on Mar 16, 2011 20:42:15 GMT -5
London 1961
the early sixties was a time of great change for London. it saw the coming of the Beatles and the mod generation and the place to be was Carnaby street in Soho. but what most people don't know that there also lie an alien underground.
Izzy stood in front of one of the many shops which held the latest mod fashion unaware that at that very moment an old familiar face would round the bend. the face of Captian Jack Harkness himself.
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Post by gylfie2 on Mar 25, 2011 8:32:25 GMT -5
Ooc; Okey dokey pokey. How do Jack and Izzy know
each other again? I've forgotten, I'm sorry.
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Post by izzysmith on Apr 1, 2011 23:06:06 GMT -5
Izzy dated him in the future and jack hasnt met him yet like river song ya know?
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Post by gylfie2 on Apr 2, 2011 2:12:51 GMT -5
Ooc; Oh, right, right. I've got it. c:
It was an uncharacteristically bright day for London. Jack marched down the streets like he owned the city, smiling as fluorescent-clad folks parted to let him through. He stood out among the flared green slacks and the bright pink shirts. Girls wore short patterned dresses, boys wearing heels and belt buckles. He wore his navy greatcoat, but had one foot placed firmly on the wild side - his suspenders were now spotted in every color of the rainbow.
As he rounded a corner, his smile faltered. Something felt strange, like a slice of the rift had shuddered. He'd felt this before - two paths crossing, causing a temporary paradox. His blue eyes scanned his surroundings, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
"Weird," he muttered, his smile returning, but his eyes worried.
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Post by izzysmith on Apr 4, 2011 16:24:16 GMT -5
Suddenly threw the corner of his eye Christian spotted Jack. he had always known on some levle there was a chance of running into him during this century. and he always thought to himself that if he did he would have some fun with this.
"hey stranger!" said Christian to jack flirting with him as he walked past. he looked jack over with his bedroom eyes.
He wore a black turtleneck like one of the beatniks. the only thing missing was one of those black beret's they often wore. "yup I thought so." said Christian with a rather strange otherworldly personality that was sort of mystical. "you know I came to see the Beatles preform at the cavern club but i never expected to run into you again Jacky." said Christian implying that they had met someplace before.
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Post by gylfie2 on Apr 4, 2011 17:20:56 GMT -5
Jack slowed and hesitated. This man seemed a tad bit bubbly for his choice of attire. Did Jack really want to chat to him?
Before he got a chance to waltz off or speak or anything of that sort, the other was babbling again, spieling plans about a concert. Suddenly, Jack's name. No one knew Jack's name except for his team and the handful of people he spoke to. How would a complete stranger know? And worse; how did he know Jack?
Jack had slept around in his time, there was no denying that, but he would never forget a name - or, at the very least, a face. How this man knew him was a mystery.
"I'm sorry, do I know you?" He said cautiously, squinting at the stranger suspiciously. "What's your name?"
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Post by izzysmith on Apr 4, 2011 19:25:52 GMT -5
"oh of course how rude of me, Christian Night. Time Travler I met you once before about five years from now at Truman Capote's Black and white ball. trust me its like the wood-stock of all black tie affairs." Explained Christian. as he e tented out his hand to shake Jacks.
It was strange Christian knew that he hadn't met Jack Yet. at least not His Jack. No he wouldn't Meet That Jack for about five more years at Truman Capote's Black and white Ball in New York In 1966. Every one was there From Frank Sinatra to the president of the united states.
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Post by gylfie2 on Apr 7, 2011 3:53:26 GMT -5
Another wave of nausea, similar to the one he had felt earlier, washed over Jack. From what Christian said, this was most definitely a paradox, albeit a small one. At this stage, the other male should have changed in some way - whether it suddenly be the realization that he had never met Jack before or a vague shimmer of some kind. It made Jack's stomach roll just thinking about the moment they next met, which would, in fact, be the second time.
Then again, I don't have much knowledge in that area, Jack mentally persuaded himself, eying the extended hand cautiously. This couldn't be too bad. I bet the Doctor's had plenty of little meetings like this. Eventually, he shrugged and accepted the offered hand.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Christian," he said slowly, wishing he could erase the knowledge about an up-and-coming ball. Too much information was dangerous in this case. "Can I help you with something?"
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Post by izzysmith on Apr 7, 2011 16:13:06 GMT -5
"God there is so much I wish i could tell you. but like River song I don't believe in spoilers... they always ruin a good ending. don't you think?" he asked.
"you know I'm glad I ran into you I just got back from 1945 and let me tell you that I had the most Marvelous time With the doctor and the Duke of Kent fighting Nazi Wear wolves. I'm a little surprised I didn't run into you then!" said Christian hinting that he was a time traveler and friend of the doctors.
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Post by gylfie2 on Apr 9, 2011 1:25:11 GMT -5
Obviously, Christian knew much more of the Doctor's more recent adventures than he, and this made Jack angry, for some reason. His jaw tightened and his face turned steely. So what if the kid knew the Doctor? Plenty of people knew the Doctor.
But I know those people, Jack thought seriously. And I don't know you.
"River Song?" He said, a tad bit annoyed. "Nazi werewolves? Duke of Kent? I'm sorry, but I don't quite follow."
In fact, this was the most confusing rambler Jack had ever met... and he had met a lot of ramblers. Christian kept referring to events Jack knew nothing of - and Jack liked to know everything. He was just getting more and more out of his depth.
Luckily, he was quite famous for bluffing his way through a conversation.
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Post by izzysmith on Apr 9, 2011 23:47:36 GMT -5
Christians face lit up with horror...
It was then that he realized what was going on and why Jack didn't seem to remember him! "Jack... Please tell me that you Know who I am!" he said with a sad tone to his voice.
Obviously he did not. This jack was not his Jack. The jack haden't met him yet. "Oh my god what year is it?" he said looking at his watch which was a digital type not found in 1963. "darn I over shot the jump. I went back in time to far and You and I haven't met yet!" Said Christian
"I'm sorry Jack I have to Leave before I alter history." Tear began to form in his eyes. he tried his best not to let Jack see him cry. he always used to say he was far to beautiful to.
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Post by gylfie2 on Apr 20, 2011 2:13:15 GMT -5
Jack squinted at the other man and reached out to comfort him. He looked as though he might burst into tears at any second. The air around Christian seemed to have the consistency of jelly and Jack withdrew it quickly, frowning.
Through roughly one hundred years of living, he had never quite been placed in a fragile paradox. It was the number one rule of time traveling. It annoyed him to think that, somewhere in the future, he was still alive and doing his thing.
"Well, would you like me to forget you, then?" He asked seriously. He had created his newest batch of memory-loss pills, now made with a generous dash of Retcon. So far, they worked a treat. "I mean, if we're supposed to meet in the future, you wouldn't want me to remember, right?"
He paused and investigated his nails casually, trying to look like he didn't care. Honestly, he still didn't know what was happening, but he knew how to bluff in any situation.
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