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Sunday, March 22nd, 2009
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2:27 pm - Jack Harkness: Event: Special Brownies
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Jack's one and only drug experience was in 1940, on the boat from Canada to London. He was sitting on the deck sharing cheap whiskey with four other pilots, two of whom would live to become known to history and two of whom, like Jack, would later die in action. Someone (he didn't later remember which one) produced a twist of newspaper full of white powder.
There was a brief stir, then Jack - eternal straight man, good listener, the man you ask when you need a loan till payday, and the only one present who hadn't lied baldly about his age or experience to get into the RAF - said, "What the hell. You know what the life expectancy is for us now?"
All of them laughed. It wasn't in the least funny, but they were young, and high on risk and glory, and about to get higher.
Halfway through the brownie, Jack suddenly recognizes that I-know-this-isn't-funny-but-it-actually-is feeling.
He stares at the bit of brownie for a long, long moment, then lifts his head to stare at Ivonka. She stares back, wearing that mess-with-me-and-I'll-make-you-suffer look. Jack smiles at her. She rolls her eyes.
Zelgadis is across the table from Jack, trying once again to convince Val that he can't bring his rat to the Pub. Val is too absorbed in the debate to have touched his brownie. Jack slides it from him to Zel.
"Just eat it," he says to Zel's questioning look and Val's protesting squeak, and chuckles. "Something tells me this one's not for Val."
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| Wednesday, May 21st, 2008
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10:44 pm
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This is the view on a motorcycle drive-by:
The cigarette ash flies in your eyes and you don't mind.
You smile, and say the world it doesn't fit with you
I don't believe you - you're so serene.
Careening through the universe, your axis on a tilt,
You're guiltless and free -
I hope you take a piece of me with you.
There's things I would like to do that you don't believe in.
I would like to build something, but you'd never see it happen.
And there's this burning ... like there's always been
I've never been so alone, and I've never been so alive.
-- Third Eye Blind, "Motorcycle Drive By"
He cautions himself against doing anything reckless, of course, not that he's been doing terribly well at that recently.
He wakes slowly in the still greyness of morning, a softness of mist touching the windows. The other Jack might be awake behind him. He doesn't move, just looks out at the close, soft piece of world beyond the windows and thinks.
For about five minutes he's just there, still, strong arms around him and solid warmth at his back. A few more moments just to cherish this.
Then he speaks, quietly, into the hushed morning stillness.
"Jack," he says, voice gentle. "I think I know what we need to do."
current mood:  discontent
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| Monday, February 25th, 2008
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3:12 pm
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| Thursday, February 14th, 2008
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1:13 am - First Morning in Margate
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Yesterday morning, Jack woke up sure that the entire previous night had been a dream. Then he discovered, with a horrible sinking feeling, that the thing he cried himself to sleep over had all been very real and was now very common knowledge.
Today he wakes up and can't doubt the reality for a moment. Because here's Ianto, still here and warm against Jack's chest, the two of them spooned tightly together in a bed that's now his own.
He looks around; slightly misty sunlight is streaming through the windows of the large room. He's in his shorts - so is Ianto - and their legs are curled together, and one of Jack's arms is curled around Ianto's body. His other hand has fallen asleep; he brings it from under his head and flexes it, wincing.
It's insane, all of it. Yesterday he ... God, he's still not sure what happened ... and now ... Ianto Jones, bearing tough but honest answers to almost every despairing question that's been ringing in his brain for two days, and now here with him.
"Morning," he murmurs softly.
current mood:  pleasantly stunned
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| Wednesday, January 9th, 2008
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8:45 pm
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They teach you all about this in basic training and officer training; they teach you what to do when everything goes pear-shaped, and it’s expected that someday it will. Jack has been taught how to bail out of a plane, he’s practiced bailing out – but they never tell you what to do when your entire fucking plane is on fire. They never explain how you’re supposed to react when the standard bailing-out is ( no longer an option. )
current mood:  dying
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| Friday, December 28th, 2007
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8:44 pm - Introduction
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Jack Harkness is (hopefully about to be) a character in the RP ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif) seasidecafe. He originally appeared in episode 12 of season 1 of the BBC show Torchwood. He has never been seen again.
Until now.
Feel free to contact me with questions, comments, ideas, speculations, propositions, funny pilot jokes, or just to talk. My info's in Jack's profile.
No copyright infringement is intended.
current mood: excited
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