Torchwood Three -A LITERATE Torchwood RP- [FULL]

Favorite Character?

Jack Harkness	34.8%	[ 8 ]
Toshiko Sato	4.3%	[ 1 ]
Gwen Cooper-Williams	4.3%	[ 1 ]
Owen Harper	8.7%	[ 2 ]
Ianto Jones	30.4%	[ 7 ]
John Hart	8.7%	[ 2 ]
Other (NO POLL WHORES)	8.7%	[ 2 ]
Total Votes:			[ 23 ]

[Cal The Lady Scorpio]

That tipped the teetering in her brain. Mara flung her arms around John's torso and buried her face in his neck. Heavily muffled though it was, her voice slipped out with "I knew you'd come back for me. I just knew it." Her body suddenly spasmed as her shoulder wound was wrenched open, crimson blood washing away the black.

Ianto's stomach clenched and went cold. His suspicions had been correct after all. Watching the sparks beginning to ignite, he could only hope she wouldn't get hurt. Wishing he had something to stop the bleeding, he shirked off his jacket. "Mara, we've got to get you back to the Hub."

"Not without John," said Mara weakly.

[masqued bunny]

Smirking mockingly over Mara's shoulder at Ianto Jones' glare of disapproval, he snatched the proffered jacket away and proceeded to press it firmly against the wound to staunch the bleeding.

The sympathetic tone of his voice giving nothing away, Hart agreed, "No, not without me." He intended to have a word with Jack, anyway. As usual, Hart's mind was split somewhere between an intense longing for and an overpowering will to maim tenacious Jack. When he had said Watch her, the idea of her actually joining Jack's ineffectual--albeit adorable--little team had not really crossed his mind. And to return and find the woman running about in the dark with no better baby-sitter than Eye-Candy ... Well, this would not do.

"Well, Ianto Jones?" he needled the young man, assisting Mara--who was looking just shy of passing out--to sit on the curb. "Go fetch your little Batmobile," he shooed dismissively. "Won't go anywhere--" Even if you wish I would, his glimmering eyes said--"Scout's honour."

[Cal The Lady Scorpio]

If there's one thing John Hart isn't, thought Ianto bitterly as he hurried off to locate the SUV, it's a Boy Scout. Nonetheless, Mara wasn't so stupid as to go anywhere when she was injured, and so he could let down a fragment of his guard.

As he disappeared around a corner, Mara slumped heavily forward on her knees, his spine curving to an almost painful convex arc. She shivered at the slow, snailing trail of thick blood rolling down her bare skin. "What are you really doing here, John?" she asked slowly, trying to gather her wits in the growing drain on her resources. "Have you really come back for me?"

[masqued bunny]

Hart waited until he felt somewhat assured that Mara's wound was tamped, even if just for the moment, before responding. "Why?" he countered, continuing to hedge around any real answers to her questions--though some of his customary swagger was falling flat in the face of this determined line of conversation.

"Bored already?" he teased, standing beside her and taking in their desolate urban surroundings. Okay, so Cardiff did leave something to be desired. He certainly had not felt tempted to stick around for long. And, true, he was still unsure about exactly how much time had passed since he had left her here.

He stepped back from the curb to take a better assessment of Mara's condition. Some of her colour was returning, but she was far from looking well. Could the tea boy take any longer to bring 'round the bloody car? "Jack's obviously been keeping you busy," he remarked tersely, a telling note of bitterness entering his tone.

[Cal The Lady Scorpio]

The bitterness stabbed Mara more deeply than the Nostrovite's claws. Nothing telling by the rigid line of her jaw, she stretched her neck (causing sickening popping from the vertebrae) and said, "He's found something for me, yes. Hacking and espionage mostly, covering up Torchwood's messes." She pulled the wide neck of her shirt closer, camouflaging a less-than-conspicuous length of cleavage. Her eyes, gazing unseeingly into the street, were dead with despair.

[masqued bunny]

The careful wardrobe adjustment failed to escape Hart's notice, but his only acknowledgment of the self-conscious gesture was a slight quirk at the corner of his mouth. Instead, he focused his attention on dissecting her words. "Oh, mostly?" he echoed skeptically, eying the black gore that had splattered across her front with an expression of open distaste. Hacking, Hart mused wryly, idly hooking his thumbs in the leather gun belt at his waist. Hacking something to pieces apparently... He couldn't help the rueful smirk that thought inspired.

But in the back of his mind, something clicked; calculation coming into play, it suddenly occurred to Hart that there might be more to worry about here. "What exactly did that used to be?" he asked more seriously, indicating the alien remains with a curt jut of his chin. "And should I be worried? As we're just sitting here, an' all ..."

[Cal The Lady Scorpio]

Mara now looked down at her soiled blouse and winced. "And it was my favorite shirt," she mourned. Shaking her head, she said, "It was a Nostrovite. The female. She's the..." Mara paused to calculate on her fingers. "....fifth that we've had to track and eliminate in the past two months. Thank God it wasn't Dad. Should you be worried?" She swallowed a sudden rush of bile into the back of her throat. "If you plan on staying, yes. We always could use another set of hands at Torchwood."

Shifting her booted feet in the gutter, she asked, "So what have you been up to? And why do you smell of opium?" Mara's cute little nose wrinkled in reaction to the smell, and she started searching her person for a cigarette and lighter.

[masqued bunny]

Hart ducked his head curiously, lifting a corner of the faded crimson and cream military jacket to his nose for inspection. It had been less noticeable to him before, but the smoke's odour did seem to permeate his clothing. He attempted to school his features to look appropriately guilty, though they both had to know there was no truth in the expression. In the end, he simply shrugged in a matter-of-fact way, a private joke colouring his tone, "In and out of rehab. Always."

"As for the other thing," he went on sardonically, pausing to flex his fingers restlessly, "No. My hands and I are not welcome at Team Torchwood. Desired but unwelcome--that's my lot." He frowned; that had come very close to self-pity. Rather than let that thought hang too long, he continued airily, "Bet they've told you 'bout our colourful history?"

[Cal The Lady Scorpio]

Mara lifted as eyebrow in reproach but said nothing of his rehab. Stretching a little, she said, "I know you were Jack's lover and partner. But I wasn't extending the invitation to join us." She withdrew a flask from her jeans pocket, took a swig of it, and lit a cigarette. "That would be Jack's prerogative." The color returning to her face, she offered John the flask. "I'm asking you to help us. We need every man, John, and then some. Please." Her eyes -- her betrayers, as she called them -- pleaded, all-out begged, him to agree. The violet orbs could never disguise anything, making her a terrible liar if she had to look her subject in the eye.

[MrDragon811]

Gabe woke up in a fright and nearly fell off the bench he was laying on. He had that reoccurring dream again; he would be in a prison cell and an officer would give him his meal to eat before they executed him. Then the dream would jump to him waking up in the woods naked and only wearing a dog tag with his name. That dream plagued Gabe because it had his last and so far only memory he had along with the fact that he was going to be executed. Waking up in the woods naked did not help him either. At least now he was somewhat situated. Gabe got a job and an apartment thanks to the most unlikely person; someone by the name of Jack.

Gabe got up from the bench and put on his trench coat. He tried to tidy his hair but to no avail. He looked at the time on his watch. Damn, where is he, Gabe thought as he started to pace around the bench, He was suppose to meet me here hours ago. Gabe had fallen a sleep while waiting for a private investigator. Since I am in the area, I might as well check to see what Jack is up to, Gabe thought as he started to walk towards Roald Dahl Plass.

Gabe stood looking at the Millennium Centre in front of him. Jack had told him that where he was standing there was a space time rift. Now where did Jack say the entrance was, Gabe pondered as he walked around near one of the water towers. Gabe started to pound the tiles. "Jack, I need to talk to you", Gabe shouted.

[masqued bunny]

Hart accepted the flask from her outstretched hand; its contents could be nothing worse than anything else he had already imbibed in his lifetime, and might take the edge off this come-down. But there was that look in her eyes, enough to give him pause, enough to temper the scornful remark that had been waiting on the tip of his tongue. Instead, he took a n** from the flask and relished the sensation of the liquid burning its way down his throat.

Need him? His instinct for calculation overtook everything else. If the need were desperate enough, what little bonuses could he get out of Mara, Jack, any of them? There was definitely something alluring in the possibilities ... And then there was the question of who (or what) was waiting on the other side of this little battle. There could be lucrative opportunities waiting to happen, too.

He realised he had been silent too long, and covered himself with another quick drink before replying. "We'll see, yeah?" Hart said noncommittally, screwing the metal stopper into the flask before sitting down beside her and handing it back. His eyes flashed at Mara slantwise before he went on mischievously, leaning in as close as her injury seemed to permit, "But I do have a weakness for begging."

((Also, welcome to MrDragon and his Gabe.))

[Cal The Lady Scorpio]

Devilishness glazed violet in those expressive eyes. "I can make it worth your while," Mara said, face turning foxy. "Please, John," she said with hands clutching his shirt. "Please." Now Mara wasn't one to beg in a normal circumstance; the fact was that she had desperately missed John Hart and wanted him to stay. To state the obvious, she loved him.

Mara slid the flask back into her pocket, releasing him. "I'm sorry." She turned away slowly and buried her hands between her knees for warmth.

[Bluekiss]

“Alright Izzy Love…see you next time.”

A kind smile managed to work its way onto Isabel’s lips as she gave a small farewell to the bartender and the customers. Stepping out into the fresh night air, she pulled the black patent leather jacket closer to her body. She walked quietly down the busy streets, paying no attention to the people that were passing by. The last thing she needed was to be distracted and ended up getting caught. After all…she wasn’t supposed to be out.

A frown appeared on Isabel’s face at the orders Jack had given her. She was technically supposed to stay within the Hub unless there was someone with her. As if she would allow a human to keep her on place like some sort of dog. No. Isabel refused to be forced to stay put…even if Jack told her about the potential of finding her kin.

The Doctor.

That was the only reason why she stayed with them in the first place. However, Isabel always wondered if it were true. She wondered if the legendary Doctor actually existed at all.

‘Well…what they don’t know…wont hurt them.’ Amusment covered her face as she made her way towards Torchwood,

[Iron Vadim]

In the brief moment of respite, or at least, no immediate threats to Earth and mankind, until the next one came along, Captain Jack Harkness had left the Hub to his team's devices, heading down to London for a day to tie up a few loose ends. Well, mainly to check up how Mickey was doing, after exchanging a couple of emails over the last few weeks. He didn't really seem able to lose the guy. Well, not that he didn't care, to be honest. He'd also paid Martha Jones' family a visit, having become close friends with them since 'the year that never was' and even checked up on how Donna Noble was doing, though without approaching her of course. The poor woman didn't remember him anymore after all.

The captain stepped off the train in Cardiff station, as always dressed in his World War II-style RAF coat, and walked back towards the Millenium Centre. Thinking back on the big events that happened recently, he wondered how the Doctor himself was doing. If he was still alone... Jack gave a soft sigh at that thought. He'd love to be a companion again, to travel beyond the stars with the magnificent TARDIS, but he had Torchwood. Like Martha, he had people depending on him, whom he couldn't just leave behind. True, it was a time machine and technically he would perhaps only be gone for a few minutes, but as was proven by meeting the Master at the end of the universe, anything was possible.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when he noticed someone jumping on the tiles around the fountain, obviously searching for the secret elevator into Torchwood's base. Well, if they knew of the elevator, they probably had some kind of clearance, the immortal thought and walked up to the man, then grinned overhearing his shout. "I don't think Jack's down there, mate."

[Bluekiss]

‘Damn it…’

Isabel mentally cursed, her brows narrowing in annoyance as she laid eyes on the back of good old Jack Harkness. It would be her luck that the ex time agent turned Torchwood Three leader would beat her heading back to the hub. Normally, she would run into Gwen, who would warn her about being careful before giving her a smile and letting her back inside. Hell, even Ianto would cut her some slack.

But not Jack.

She could almost see irritation appearing on the man’s face, his blue eyes narrowing in suspicion as he interrogated her about where she was, what she was doing, and who she was doing it with. Then after arguing back and forth for a few moments, Jack would mention something about locking her up until the Doctor arrived.

Rolling her eyes, Isabel let out a huff as she crossed her arms. Just who in the world was this ‘Doctor’ character? The only thing that Jack would tell her is that the Doctor was another Time Lord, just like her. The whole idea of another Time Lord was stupid in her opinion. How could another Time Lord escape the Time War? The only reason she was able to escape was because of some…special circumstances.

‘He may not even be real…just some attempt of Jack to keep me here…’ She thought bitterly as she approached Jack, wanting to get his verbal assault over with so that she could go back inside and lay down in her room.