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Post by Ianto Jones on Oct 7, 2011 21:28:22 GMT -5
Ianto pouted, “I was…” he stopped. It was funny he was a mess. He was covered with Jelly and flour, he moved so Jack can move and that’s when he the lady ran into him. This was not his day, Ianto was rubbing his head. “Three is a charm.”
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Post by Rebbeca S. Tarks on Oct 8, 2011 11:36:28 GMT -5
Rebbeca was rounding he corner when she saw who she thought was their 'prankster'. Instinctively, the dark haired woman grabbed the woman and forced her to the ground, pinning her arm behind her back, "That is for ruining my date wretch!!"
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Post by Jack Harkness on Oct 9, 2011 12:03:18 GMT -5
Jack followed right behind Rebecca, his gun ready for battle.
Yet before he could even register who or what it was they were up against, their 'enemy' was going down.
Rebecca flinging herself at the young woman.
The immortal hurried to her side, a small pull of a smirk on his face as he watched the two.
"Nice work Rebecca" he breathed the words, somehow panting from both the running and the high focus he had.
He was still on his toes, expecting another trap but not waiting for it.
Jack held his weapon pointed at the woman her face, making sure he wouldn't hit his colleague as his eyes went sharp.
"Who are you?"
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Post by Rebbeca S. Tarks on Oct 9, 2011 16:15:31 GMT -5
"Thank you sir, she replied, her grip remaining firm. She never like it when she had a date interuppted, especially when they were going to second base later. "You alright Owen?" Rebbeca asked as she noticed his shirt was torn but there was no blood.
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Post by Owen Harper on Oct 9, 2011 23:35:56 GMT -5
“Bloody demon she is,” Owen said coming in the scene with his hand on his side. He was looking her up a down. “Watch out she has claws,” he said. He was waiting to hear what the demon had to say to them. "She clawed through my jacket. If I did not have my jacket my insides be out ..."
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Post by The Phantom on Oct 10, 2011 1:48:00 GMT -5
"Get Off ya heavy brute!" Raya yelled at the woman who had pinned her down, as she struggled and let out a quiet hiss.
"Who are you?"
Raya looked over to the voice, noticing the gun pointed at her. Then replied in a sarcastic tone. "Daw Aung San Suu Kyi. Or maybe Erzsébet Báthory, or even better how 'bout Alexandra Feodorovna?"
“Bloody demon she is,” The dead man said as he suddenly appeared. “Watch out she has claws. She clawed through my jacket. If I did not have my jacket my insides be out ..."
"I'll take that as a compliment. Also that reminds me, I have to sharpen 'em.." Raya mused quietly before she started to whine. "Oi! Come on. I'm just a kid. Don't use torture.."
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Post by Rebbeca S. Tarks on Oct 14, 2011 8:56:01 GMT -5
Rbbeca heard th girl tell her to get off, so she tightened her grip on the blonds arm, []"What now Captain?"[/b] She wanted to scare the girl, but knew they couldn't do anything super violent to her.[/color]
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Post by Jack Harkness on Oct 23, 2011 12:38:47 GMT -5
"Just a child? He" Jack chuckled "I doubt it" he moved over to Rebecca her side. Gun still trained on the girl.
"Now..who are you? And what did you use to lure us here?"
Jack was always open for games, he could have even liked a building filled with dirty and sticky traps.
But not unnotified or with a team that didn't handle unjuries as good as him.
He wasn't about to give Rebecca the order to move back.
Who knew what those claws could do to his team.
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Post by The Phantom on Oct 25, 2011 18:46:39 GMT -5
"Now..who are you? And what did you use to lure us here?"
"I'm nobody. Just a street rat you could say." Raya replied somewhat honestly. "As for the bait... I have no idea what it actually is, so I called it the 'shiney egg thingy.' Ya can see it for ya' selves, I left it for ya, on the third floor."
She had stopped resisting so she could start concentrating on her escape. Which obviously would involved a bit of transformation, and a fast pace on her part. However it'd be so much easier if they'd make the female get off her.
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Post by Ianto Jones on Oct 25, 2011 23:51:36 GMT -5
Ianto was a mess with flour, jam on him. He was looking at the female. Jack as not happy and nobody did not seem to me happy. Ianto’s eye widen as Owen was hit. The man did feel bad for Owen and it was a tragedy if the guy got hit. Ianto will always fear Owen because he is a walking dead and he had respected the dead.
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Post by Owen Harper on Oct 25, 2011 23:57:08 GMT -5
“Like we trust you,” Owen snapped at her. “Can I please torture her? Hang her by her claws?” the man wasn’t serious but he wanted to scare the girl.
Looking down at the claw mark, he saw he had needed to stitch up. He took his jacket, pulled it off, tied it around his waist as to protect the wound which was permanent. After tying the jacket, he gave her the Owen’s killer look. “Cut off her hands, Jack.” And he meant that with all his soul.
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Post by Rebbeca S. Tarks on Oct 26, 2011 9:24:36 GMT -5
"I can help ya stitch that up later if you want," Rebbeca said a she saw Owen tying his shirt over the scratches on his side. Strangely enough, she felt slightly attracted to the doctor. "I like that idea...Any others?" she asked looking at Owen.
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