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Post by Captain John Hart on Mar 30, 2011 23:24:14 GMT -5
The sun was just sitting to rise over the city. There was a light fog that covered the city in the chilly weather of early spring. The sidewalks, streets and ground were damp from the early morning showers that had passed through the city. There were still a few clouds in the multi colored sky above. It was a quiet early morning in the city, a few cars were out with people driving to work or home from the last shift and there was barely a soul walking along the sidewalks. All be it for one man in a red coat, which was open, and showing the black shirt underneath it. His jeans old and dusty just like the holsters that hung down to his knees on each side of his thighs within them the futuristic blasters.
Those gray blue eyes looked around the street where he stood, trying to figure out something to do. It wouldn’t be long before Jack calm along to drag him back to the hub, telling him he should be resting and recovering from that gun shot wound in his side. But he needed the fresh air, needed to feel the outside world around him. The nightmares had kept him up all night and he removed the IV, which was attached to his arm before slipping out. Jack of all people should know not to expect him to stay in one spot even when he had been on death’s bed a day ago.
He spotted an old guitar lying in the alley. John walked over to it and bent over to pick it up. His side giving him a protest, which sent a sharp pain running through his body, then John stood back up just before he kicked over an old wood box and sat down upon it. His eyes looked at the down at the acoustic guitar, it had a very stylish looks come from the unique FXC body shape, mahogany back and sides, rosewood fretboard, and chrome tuners. He wondered what kind of person could leave this laying around. He took off his jacket and dried the guitar off and then put sat his jacket aside before working on tuning the guitar.
This was a side of John that no one knew, one he kept hidden. But a couple of years ago or so when he was really bored, John brought a guitar very much like the ones in his hands now and taught himself how to play. After a while, he started to strum out a song before singing along.
“Any years ago. You can make me feel, Like it isn't so
But why you come to be with me, I think I finally know
Hmmmm....
Your scared. Ashamed of what you feel
And you can't tell the ones you love.
You know they couldn't deal.
So whisper in a dead man's ear
It doesn't make it real. That's great. But I don't want to play
Cuz being with you touches me, More than I can say
But since I'm only dead to you. I'm saying "Stay Away"
And let me… Rest In Peace”
His voice was low and a bit deep but rather soft, not even singing all that loud. Anyone outside of the alley would have hard time hearing him sing of the sound of the guitar. John loved the reverb the guitar had against his chest. She was a wonderful instrumental who sang lovely in her own way. The guitar had warm but welcome sound to her, one that was loud but not too loud and rather smooth sounding.
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Post by Shaeman Lortan on Mar 31, 2011 5:34:02 GMT -5
Shaeman, in her wolf form, had been rummaging in an alleyway not far away when the sound of music reached her ears. She paused before dropping back onto four paws and cautiously creeping towards where the sound was coming from. Music was one of the things she missed from New Earth. She spotted someone sitting on a crate, playing on something she knew as an Old Earth instrument called a guitar. hesitantly, she put one paw in front of the other until she was only an arm's length away from the person, ears pricked so as not to lose one note. The person didn't smell like anything of this world, but it was hard to tell because of the taint of blood on the air. Was the player wounded. She tilted her head to one side, pondering her own question while she listened.
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Post by Captain John Hart on Mar 31, 2011 7:29:57 GMT -5
It felt good to kick back like this and not have the worries or the weight of the world on his shoulders. For once he was just a guy with guitar and music. There was no one to fight off, no trouble to because, just an empty alley and the rest of the area was still in the sweet slumber they called rest. Even if it was a little chilly without his jacket on, he didn’t mind. This was just what this tired soul needed at the moment; music always did him wonders when it was good music. The last few cords of the song was strummed out, still lost in the wonder of how good the guitar felt against his chest and leg.
Playing had been something he hadn’t done in a long time and was surprised he didn’t forget how to and he did miss his guitar back at one of his safe houses, he might just have to bring this one back. He knew she would be better once she was dried out and taken care of. Then again, who didn’t respond better when they were taken care. His eyes opened and he noticed the dog, at least he thought it was a dog lying in the alley. The creatures of this planet were not something he was too familiar with.
A soft smile played across his lips as he tilted his head a little, ”Aren’t you gorgeous.” It wasn’t the first or last time he would end up calling a dog gorgeous or having other thoughts about them. It was one of things that were truly a John thing and he couldn’t be helped. The guitar was laid against his coat as he reached into a pocket and pulled out a pack of jerky he had with him. John wasn’t sure where he picked the jerky up but knew it wasn’t from Earth, maybe it was from Xelon… but he couldn’t be sure. He had a thing for Water Deer jerky, it was tender but still juicy even after it had been turned into the dried out meet.
After apiece was torn off, he held it out for the dog. ”I won’t bite unless you bite first.” He joked. No one ever warned him about stray dogs or animals for that matter on this planet.
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Post by Shaeman Lortan on Mar 31, 2011 8:23:35 GMT -5
Shaeman wagged her tail as the man spoke to her. She had found out that people often responded better to a dog than a teenager. She gently took the offering from his hand, lying down to chew on it. The Shifter could have cried as the familiar taste of Water Deer filled her mouth. She hadn't tasted anything like it since she had fallen through the rift from New Earth.
The taste of something from home had put the girl at her ease as she changed back into her humanoid form. She smiled slightly at the man.
"Don't tell anyone, huh?" She said, referring to her changing.
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Post by Captain John Hart on Mar 31, 2011 11:55:02 GMT -5
Out know was a side of John didn’t let out often or around anyone. The soft warm side of him, the one that had been forced back and locked behind his walls. However right now there was only a dog in the alley way and not another soul to be seen. After the dog took a piece of the jerky, he closed the pouch back up and put it back into his pocket. He leaned back against the brick wall, his hand coming up to rest on the part of his midsection where the bullet had done it’s damage. He still couldn’t believe that Owen shot him and at such a close ranger. He wondered if the medic really lost his mind along with his life on that day. Owen should have known the damage it would do with all the energy the bullet packed at such a close range.
John was still hurting but the meds he was on took all that down to a dull ache for the time being. His eyes closed for a moment as he enjoyed the quiet here in the all, the just the faint sounds of the city. Then he heard the voice talking; he jumped up and had his hand on one of the blasters without thinking twice about it. But he ended up stumbling back having stood up much too fast and ended up light headed.
Those gray blue eyes looked over the teenager before him, his eyes wondering over her body for a moment before that award-winning smile that melted hearts appeared. ”Well isn’t this a pleasant surprise. Far away from home aren’t you sweetheart?” He reached over and grabbed his jacket. Sure it was only went down to his waist on him but he knew shifters often didn't bring clothes with him or wear them when they shifted. After all an animal wearing clothes would be kind of strange. In his life, he only had seen what humans called a werewolf.
”You might want to put this on.” He suggested. John swallowed hard, trying to keep himself from getting too excite or thinking about other things. Even though her age wouldn’t stop him from doing what he would like to do at the moment, he wasn’t sure if it was wise or not.
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Post by Shaeman Lortan on Mar 31, 2011 15:23:41 GMT -5
Shaeman shyly smiled back at John, the tips of her dog-like canines visible. Her face turned bright red as she realised that she hadn't remembered that her clothes were a couple of blocks away, and John was looking at her body. She had never really been hampered by this fact while back on New Earth. Most of her pack ran around without anything on because it was a pain in the backside to have to remember where you left your clothes, and the distinct blue tribal tattoos had been enough to replace any distinquishment the clothes would have given them. She meekly tok the proffered coat, putting it on. Thankfully, she stood a good head and shoulders shorter than the captain. It covered most of the places a man is likely to look.
"Judging by your smell and the things you seem to keep in your pockets, I'd say you're not from around here either," She said.
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Post by Captain John Hart on Mar 31, 2011 15:48:23 GMT -5
Oh the thoughts that were running through his mind as he gazed upon her naked body and it took a lot from having a tent form within his pants and get too excited by the view. He had seen a lot of women in his time, some rather lovely and had the body of goddess but young females were always the best. Everything was so rather new to them most times and they didn’t know the pleasures that could come from their bodies. He had his fair share of rather young ladies before even though he preferred males to females.
Though right now, it was a little too chilly to be running around naked and he was trying to be gentleman. He found being one of those always won the ladies’ heart over what else he could be. He watched her as she put the coat on, no point in looking away when he had seen it all before. Though the tribal tattoos were rather interesting. ”You are quite beautiful sweetheart.” He said softly before glancing around the alley, knowing on this planet, a older male with a younger female wasn’t something that was looked around kindly. Yet one who was wearing nothing under the jacket.
”I don’t have a home, gorgeous. I don’t see a vortex manipulator so how did you end up in a dreadful place like this?” He asked wanting to know more about her and wanted to see how far he could take things. John took a step closer and brush a few stray strains of hair aside, letting fingers brush across the skin of her cheek lightly.
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Post by Shaeman Lortan on Mar 31, 2011 16:06:01 GMT -5
The smell of the hormones coming from the captain was obvious to Shaeman, but she had already smelt a teenage male shifter when faced with a female in heat. She shook off the notion that he could be any more than passingly interested, and didn't move away when he came closer, even though she suppressed the urge to flinch as his fingers grazed over the scar that ran down her cheekbone. She shrugged one shoulder in apparent indifference when he asked how she had ended up here.
"Something called the 'Rift'. One minute I'm on New Earth, next I'm face down on the concrete on Old Earth," Shaeman acted as if it were no big deal, but the way she averted her eyes from John's betrayed the fact that she had yet to settle into the idea that there was no going back now.
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Post by Captain John Hart on Mar 31, 2011 16:22:44 GMT -5
51st Century pheromones there were nothing even close to them. They were not something he could get rid of or even controlled. His body produced them no matter what was going on. Though he knew how they affected humans and how it felt to be in close distant with someone from the 51st century. Though he didn’t think she was from that century, it didn’t feel the same when he was within inches of Jack.
When it came down to stay with someone, he wasn’t the kind to settle down though if the sex was good enough, he might stick around for a little while longer than normal. Since Jack, no one came close to filling that hole in his heart…. Since he had falling for someone as deep as his partner. Jack was the only person that took that all away, made him fall for another and showed him that he still could love. But then Jack left him and that hole in his heart was ripped open again.
The moment he felt her fighting the urge to flinch, he leaned in closer to whisper in her ear. ”Relax little one, your in safe hands. No one will hurt you while I am around.” He moved his hand down to her shoulder and gave a gentle squeeze before moving away. Even though John didn’t really care about others, he could be protective of someone with him. It was not something he could really help.
”Well the rift can be like that..” He said quietly, knowing he had troubles with the rift before and seen what it could be capable of. He had taken notice that she hadn’t give hope of going back. He knew it was a risk of him traveling while still weak and recovering; he wanted to give her the chance of going back. No one should have to be trapped her of all places. ”I can take you back, if you would like that.”
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Post by Shaeman Lortan on Mar 31, 2011 16:43:20 GMT -5
Shaeman was slightly disappointed when the captain moved away. She was enjoying a smell that was more like home, not to mention that his scent was making her think of a number of things she'd like to do to him. She raised a hand to rub the scar, gritting her teeth as she remembered the callous dog who had given it to her. He had boasted to his friends for weeks at how he had managed to mark one of her pack to be his mate. It had been most humiliating. But he was far in the future now, and she had a new pack, so when John suggested to her that he could take her back, she was torn: Leaving her current life of roaming the streets with her pack of earth dogs, or go back to her birth pack, and submit to him again. The two ideas warred inside her head. She closed her eyes in an attempt to think more clearly, but all it did was enable her to smell things more clearly, including the smell of blood. She glanced curiously at John.
"Are you hurt?" She asked. "I can smell blood..."
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Post by Captain John Hart on Mar 31, 2011 16:55:52 GMT -5
John’s eyes caught her rubbing at the area on her body, his head turned a little and he caught the sight of the scar. His hand came down to rub his wrist that he wore the wrist strap on. He had a nasty scar there from when he tore off the bomb that was bonded to skin after he was released from it. It was something he did without thinking about it. The memories were still fresh and he hated being used like that. That was not the only scar on his body but the only one visible for the most part at the moment.
He watched as the expression on her face changed and he swallowed hard. ”I don’t have to take you back to that point in time. I can travel through out time and space. It might be rough and bit bumpy on the land but you name, I can go there.” He suggested, thinking she might want to taste food that she had known, get back into clothes that were more used to what she was used to wearing. Even though he didn’t have a home anymore, there were places he liked to go but yet he found himself still coming here and he knew the reason for that was Jack.
When she brought up the smell of the blood, he glanced at his coat. He could have sworn that Jack washed it for him it felt clean again. His hand came up to his midsection where he had been shot the day before he glanced down. He didn’t feel the dampness and warmth of blood on his shirt. ”I’ve been in worse shape but its fresh wound from yesterday. I’m doing okay, I swear. Might just be the left over scent on the jacket or on my skin. Not sure which. But my clothes were washed and what was ruined was replaced.” He told her, not sure why he was really explaining it all to her.
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Post by Shaeman Lortan on Apr 1, 2011 14:54:55 GMT -5
Shaeman nodded her head once in acknowledgement of the captain's explination as she crouched on the ground, not unlike a dog in her manner of sitting, with one arm resting on her leg, the other hand placed lightly on the ground so as to keep her balance.
"Maybe I am just smelling the residual scent. It's normal with something as strong as blood. By the way, name's Shaeman," she replied. Her features darkened slightly as her thoughts turned to the captain's proposal to take her home or anywere else.
"Never try to run with Father Time," She murmured to herself. Going back would only lead to problems, starting with her supposed mate and continuing with people who wouldn't believe that the rift either existed or took her so far back in the past. Just like the elders used to say: 'Never try to run with Father Time, because the sly bastard will beat you every time".
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Post by Captain John Hart on Apr 2, 2011 12:22:07 GMT -5
He had taken notice of the animal like behavior as she kneeled down, sitting almost like a dog would if they could crouch. Even though she was beautiful, John was starting to lose his interest, it seemed like she was afraid of something and he didn’t care enough to deal with that. He had offered her a thrill ride, something he was up for at the moment and she seemed rather scared of it. And he didn’t care enough to keep trying to change her mind on the matter.
Maybe it was the fact he was tired and still rather pissed off at Owen that didn’t want to push this any farther. ”Sure it is, blood can be rather strong.” He knew it was sure a pain in the butt to remove and maybe that is why he was so thankful for the fact his coat had been cleaned for him. Aged blood was not a color he liked to stand out on his coat because it raised too many questions.
As she went on to talk about never try to run with time, he laughed coldly. Time worked for him and did what he wanted thanks to his Vortex Manipulator. He could travel through and within it with no trouble well besides when the wrist strap wanted to act up. ”There is no risk and its rather safe.” Well most of the time but he didn’t say the last part out loud. He glanced around before picking up the guitar, he would take it back to his warehouse for now and then get back to Torchwood before Jack would sent out the army after him. ”I should get going. Going to need the coat back, should get your clothes or change back.”
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Post by Shaeman Lortan on Apr 4, 2011 8:16:18 GMT -5
« Last time I messed with Time, I ended up centuries away from my pack, so excuse me for not wanting to stick my hand in the fire another time and lose yet another pack! » Shaeman 's metaphorical hackles were up. « You say it's safe, I don't, and look who smells of blood? You. Pretty much case and point that it's not safe at all. » She shrugged off his jacket, handing it back to him. No matter the species, men are all the same, she thought to herself. Only interested in certain things. The scar, the mating mark, burned in her indignation.
Shaeman morphed back into her wolf form in the blink of an eye. It was impossible to tell whether it was a flash-of-light transformation or a rearranging-of-bones. The wolf shook out her coat, stretching to the symphony of her bones clicking together, settling back into their places. With one last withering look at Captain John, she started to stalk out of the alley, tail waving lazily behind her.
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