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Post by Romanadvoratrelundar on Mar 17, 2011 14:54:04 GMT -5
 Cecilė had been planning her trip for months, no, closer to a year actually. The start of the process had been buying tickets from the local airline, of which she trusted airBaltic. Then, it had been to pick from the list, and it was cheaper to fly out of Vilnius then to fly out of Kaunas. From booking a flight to London, she figured out how to get to Cardiff, and she was set.
The travel time from Lithuania to the UK was a little over four hours, due to the fact that she had to stop in Riga. And then, she was off to Cardiff, a place she knew from files she read had major RIFT activity, and was host to Torchwood 3. She was oh so very tempted to play innocent and find a way inside, but it would take too much time, and the visit was simply so she could figure out where in the UK she wanted to live come her retirement.
Yet, it seemed like work was never finished. She'd never be able to return to a normal life after all she'd leant through her own branch of Torchwood. It was one of those things, you just couldn't stop to take a look around without inspecting the smallest of details, and looking for the things that were out of place.
Exploring the city is what started her off on finding an exciting adventure awaiting for her. She paid attention to the numbers of people in the street, the fashion style, and the way that people talked. She wanted to be able to place accents, and to live up to her training.
Setting up her laptop after sitting down in a cafe and ordering tea, the Lithuanian woman ran the Torchwood software and waited. She had a lot to read, and hopefully some codes to crack. Keeping an eye out, she was cautious not wanting to be caught, and she was grateful that she knew how to reassign an I.P. address.
((ooc; Sorry for the quiet... crazy? starter. It was the first that I could think of though. Trying a posting layout... It may not be here the whole time, I'm just experimenting right now...)) |
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Post by Amina Smith on Mar 17, 2011 22:36:28 GMT -5
Everything was still so new and strange to Amina and she still wasn't completely sure where she was. She had been, wherever here was, for what felt like a few weeks. She didn't have a calendar or anything to look at, though, so there was no sure way for her to know. All she knew was that she was somewhere new, which scared her a little, she hadn't eaten in awhile and wasn't feeling that great, and had been wearing the same jeans, t-shirt and sneakers for who knows how long.
Amina kept walking, having no place to stay and not really knowing where she should go. The people that she noticed looked at her strange. She wasn't sure why. Did they notice something she didn't? Did they just wonder who she was and thought it was strange that she came out of nowhere? She wasn't really sure. She kind of wanted to ask, but at the same time wasn't completely in the mood to do that. Maybe after she got some food in her, she'd feel better. She wasn't sure if not eating was the only reason she wasn't feeling well, but she hoped it'd at least help.
After walking for awhile, Amina noticed a cafe. She figured they might have some food in there and wondered what kind. She also wondered if they'd give her some free food, or if she'd have to buy some. She really wasn't sure how much money she had on her, if any.
Amina went and checked her jeans pockets with her left hand, the hand that didn't have the sprained wrist, and found out that she had 5 dollars with her. She didn't remember what it was from, whether it had been part of her allowance or something else, but she was glad she had it. She just hoped she had enough to get something to eat and that she liked what the cafe had there.
Amina went and walked over to the door, found some way to open it while still holding onto the 5 dollars, and walked into the cafe. When she did, she noticed that there were other people there who were ordering stuff and it looked like it might be a little while before she could get something to eat. Amina didn't want to or feel like she could stand anymore, so she went and sat down to wait.
(The starting post is more than fine. I like the format you used.)
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Post by Owen Harper on Mar 19, 2011 13:19:04 GMT -5
Sitting at a table in the café, Owen was watching a bird using a lap top. Licking his lips, he was having a wild dream. The fantasy was Owen was racing his hands over her naked body and we leave it as that. After all it was Owen’s wild fantasy mind of his.
Sipping his hot tea and he was observing her carefully with his dark eyes on the beauty on the lap top. He was curious about her. What was she doing on her lap top? The doctor stood up from his chair, he had to return to Torchwood. It was going to be painful walking on her. That was the bad thing working for Torchwood. Walking out on an opportunity meeting a beautiful lady, Owen felt pain inside his heart. He was lonely. Walking slowly, Owen looked at her. He was asking himself questions: What if she was single? She could be new? He could muster himself to say hi. No, that would be exchange names, a little conversation and telephone numbers.
As Owen was walking, he caught the glimpse of the screen. He slowed down, he saw the word Torchwood. What was she doing on the site? He causally slipped in a chair at a table on the side he could see she what she was doing on her lap top.
Owen noticed the door open with some skinny white youngster, who held a fiver. He quickly figured kid was poor and she was hungry. The world was a tough world, he thought. But, the young poor kid was not Owen’s concern. What concerned him was the lady on her lap top.
Taking the ear piece out of his jacket pocket, he slid it on. “Ianto…we have someone trying to hack Torchwood. Inform Toshiko…” he whispered very quietly so nobody heard him. He held his hand to cover his mouth from projecting it.
The waitress came over brought Owen’s tea. The doctor had a heart of compassion, he pulled out his wallet. He pulled out a twenty. “Sarah,” he said, he knew the waitress. He knew her many ways. “I pay for her meal and give this to the girl there. And don't say it was me. I don't need some rags thanking me.” He winked at her. Sarah smiled at Owen. She thought he was nice man after all.
So, Owen was watching the single lady on the lap top like a hawk but making himself look like he watching people. He was satisfied he was helping some poor girl who was hungry. It was a good day in a way. But he was also waiting an update from the team about this hacker.
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Post by Romanadvoratrelundar on Mar 19, 2011 15:03:03 GMT -5
A few things came to her attention. The first was a man that had stared at her, and it left her feeling as if she should avoid him, and just keep working. With a few strokes of the keyboard, she was looking through data, muttering to herself in Lithuanian, about how men could be such vultures. Cecilė was growing wary, as she realised that it wasn't the best thing to be on the TORCHWOOD software in the open.
The second thing that she noticed was a girl, who looked lost. The clothing was different from the norm, and reminded her of when she was a child back in the 80s. After catching sight of the man with the eagle eyes whispering to a waitress about the girl with only five pounds, she went back to her work.
The recent spike in RIFT activity, had been a bit disheartening to see, and she pressed the escape button to exit the programme. With a sigh Cecilė wondered if she would be able to have anything to eat, as the cuisine was certainly different in Wales then what she was used to.
When a young waitress came over, she ordered a cup of tea, and then glanced over to the man at the other side of the café. Quick to stand up, she put her laptop onto sleep mode and then told the waitress she was going over to another table to socialise.
Walking over to the table where Owen sat, she placed her laptop down and then gazed down at him, staying still as she remained standing. She thought of what to say, although she wound up speaking her mind.
"You were watching me. And who are you?" She asked, her accent thick, although her English was understandable, it was clear that she was from Eastern Europe, she'd be likely to get 'Russian' or 'Ukrainian' as opposed to Lithuanian, as it was a much less well known country.
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Post by Amina Smith on Mar 19, 2011 22:30:28 GMT -5
Amina didn't know how long she had been sitting at the table she was sitting at before a waitress came over to her to ask her what she wanted to eat. However long it was, she was glad someone had. That way she didn't have to go anywhere to get food. She really didn't know what she wanted to eat, though. Amina was really lost. All she knew was that she should eat something. She didn't know what kind of food was there, or how it tasted or anything. She also didn't want to get anything that she wouldn't be able to eat with only one hand.
After talking to the waitress for a little while and having gone over different foods, she decided on what she wanted and ordered her food. A lot of food. She also wanted something to drink so she ordered some tea that she thought she'd like.
After that, Amina went and asked how much it'd cost for what she ordered and she was told not to worry about it, and given 20 dollars. She asked who it was from, but she didn't get an answer. She decided not to worry about it. She just let the waitress go and put in her order.
As Amina waited, she looked around a little and looked at what the other people there were doing. She noticed that there was a woman with a computer who walked over to a man, and she didn't seem too happy. She wondered why. She thought she heard the woman mention that the man was watching her, but she wondered why that'd be a problem. Then again, of course, right then, she couldn't really think about much. Her brain wasn't working clearly.
As well as looking around, she put her right arm on the table and leaned on that. She kept her left arm under the table, so she wouldn't be tempted to use it. Amina didn't have much else to do right then. She could only sit and wait. She just hoped it wouldn't take too long to get her food.
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Post by Owen Harper on Mar 20, 2011 15:53:30 GMT -5
When the sexy lass walked toward his table, he looked away to make himself look was watching someone else. The lap top made a thumping sound as the funny accent lady placed it on his table. Letting a sigh out, he turned his eyes up to her and looked into her eyes. They were stunning but she wasn’t happy.
"You were watching me. And who are you,” she asked. He kept his dark eyes locked onto hers. He decided to play his cards. “I am Torchwood,” he reached for her lap top, placed his hand on it.
“Darling, I am going to give you advice,” he was tapping his hand on her lap top. “This little lap top will be useless if you don’t pay attention. The word advice, you do not know who you are dealing with. Don’t meddle with Torchwood.” He slowly stood up, picking up her lap top. “I will take this with me. Government property,” he said, pulling out his gun from his back and hid under her lap top that was in his hand. “Do I make myself clear?” He did so nobody seen it. Well, except our lovely players could see. “Do I make myself clear?” He asked her again.
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Post by Romanadvoratrelundar on Mar 20, 2011 16:04:33 GMT -5
Before she could grab her laptop back, the man had stood up. "I do not understand your words, I see your mouth moving, but all I hear is buzzing. You are annoying like gnat." She snapped back her accent still thick, and her translations failing to add in the articles, as she was not used to them.
"And for your knowledge, I am Torchwood." She added. "Check software. I have ID and password." She stated and glared. It was just wonderful that she'd ran into someone from what must have been Torchwood... two? or was it Three? She never quite remembered what the order was, other then Torchwood One was in London and no longer in existence.
"And one piece of advice." Cecilė snapped, "Do not call me darling. I have name, after all. It is Cecilė Jonaitė." She hissed.
((ooc; I know that she is not using proper English, but I am writing the way that Lithuanian people speak English. )) |
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Post by Amina Smith on Mar 21, 2011 0:30:11 GMT -5
Amina had been sitting, leaning on her left arm, for a little while before she looked around a little. She noticed that the man and woman she had noticed before were arguing. Well, that's how it seemed. They at least didn't seem all that happy. She wasn't really completely sure what they were talking about and what they were so angry about.
Amina had noticed that the man had taken the computer from the woman and Amina thought that, that could be why the woman was so upset. She still didn't know if that was the case, though, and why the man was so upset. She knew one thing. It wasn't very nice for the man to take the computer from the woman. it wasn't his. She didn't know why the computer had been taken away from the woman. She just knew it shouldn't have happened.
If this was before, and she wasn't so lost, she might have gone over and told the man to give the computer back. Maybe. It might not have done anything, but she still might have done it. Right then, though, she felt weak and hadn't eaten anything yet, so she wasn't walking anywhere. She just hoped there wouldn't be any other much worse problems that happened in the cafe'.
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Post by Owen Harper on Mar 21, 2011 19:58:57 GMT -5
The door of the café opened, a man with a black ski mask came holding a gun. “This is a hold up!” he pointed the gun at Owen’s head. “Everyone put their hands up!”
Owen pulled his gun at the masked man, “Mate, you gone to the wrong place!”
The man was taken back. He was lost. Three others black masked men came rushing in. The first man reached and took Owen’s gun. “Mate, thanks!” he took the lap top. He kept the gun at Owen. “Now listen, this man is leaving with us!” Owen looked at them stunned. He wasn’t sure who they are, but it was like a basketball court. The ball bounced on their side. “Now, you all stay here and you will be quiet. Come on!” The grabbed Owen and started to shove him out of the café.
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Post by Amina Smith on Mar 21, 2011 22:21:59 GMT -5
Amina hadn't expected, at all, what had happened. She had been a little surprised when the man and woman were fighting, but when the masked men came into the cafe', she was more than surprised. She was scared, really scared. It was bad enough that she was in a place that she didn't recognize, in a time she didn't know, not actually having eaten anything in a long time, and then to have that happen was just so much worse.
Amina really didn't think when she heard one of the masked men talked about everyone putting their hands up and everything else. Very early on, when he first walked in and talked, Amina had slid under the table. When she did, she used both hands to get under the table faster, forgetting for the moment that her right wrist was sprained. She had wanted to gasp when she used her right hand, but at the same time, she didn't want to make any noise to let the gunmen know where she was.
Now that she was under the table, and where she figured she was safe, she looked over and watched and listened to what was going on. She had no idea who the masked men were, but she hoped they wouldn't hurt anybody. As she watched and waited, tears started to fall from her eyes. She didn't make any noise, though. They were silent tears. She was really, really scared. Not just because of what was happening right then, but because of everything else that had happened. Right then, she didn't even feel hungry anymore. She didn't even really feel like she could even move right then either.
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Post by Romanadvoratrelundar on Mar 23, 2011 20:56:19 GMT -5
Cecilė was helpless, and unable to help. She slowly lowered herself to the ground, her hands up. She stared up at the thugs and then thought. She had no experience with this, but she slowly, slowly moved under the nearest table and then slid her mobile phone out, and dialled 1-1-2, the emergency number that the EU had put into order, although it was re-routed back to the UK's emergency number 9-9-9.
She couldn't have her laptop stolen either. Making quiet whispers to the phone she then set it down and crawled out. She stood up again with her hands up. "May I please have my computer? That man took it from me." She said, giving the best pout she could to the thugs, though it resulted in a warning shot being directed towards her feet and she jumped back just in time, eyes wide and fearful.
She took that as a no, and she ran farther back to hide in a corner, eyes closing tightly in fear.
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Post by Amina Smith on Mar 25, 2011 23:02:31 GMT -5
Amina had been watching what was going on and listening so she saw when the woman tried to get her computer back and heard the warning shot. When she heard the shot, she jumped back and cried out, bringing her feet under the table more. She didn't move for a long time, afraid that the bad guys might come after her. She wanted to see if the woman was alright, though.
After being still for a long time, she went and started moving towards where she figured the woman was. She stayed under the tables, though, and made as little noise as possible. Eventually she reached the woman who had lost her computer, who was in the corner, and said quietly, "Are you ok?"
Amina was scared herself, but she wanted to make sure this woman was ok and hadn't been shot. She wasn't sure if this woman would actually talk to her or what kind of reaction she'd have. She was sure she'd find out soon, though. As she waited to hear what would be said to her, she kept an eye on what was happening in the rest of the cafe'.
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