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Post by 'Captain' Jack Harkness on May 8, 2010 18:48:17 GMT -5
'CAPTAIN' JACK HARKNESS cause this has been building
since i have been breathing
The white coffee cup tumbled rather ungracefully into the trash can, nearly bouncing out. The throw had been pretty accurate nonetheless though, so the man who had emptied it out grinned from his position a good couple meters away. He got a few strange looks, but he brushed them off and chalked it up to his attire. After all, it was summer and everyone was in t-shirts besides him. He, the odd one out, was in a heavy woolen greatcoat from the Second World War. If he had meant to stand out, he was certainly succeeding.
Leaing his hands dangling loosely at his sides, he began his stroll down the sidewalk. He had a car, but it was his day off and he'd decided the walk would be good for him. 'Home' wasn't all that far anyway, just about a kilometer and a half. He'd gotten rather luck in finding an apartment.
However, the planned quick walk home was bound to be interrupted as he passed by an alley, catching movement out of the corner of his eye. His step paused then backed up a bit, glancing over his shoulder into the small area. An angry frown creased his face at what he saw; a group of kids beating up another kid, smaller and younger than them.
Hey!
He shouted out to them, striding down the alley confidently, hand ready to pull out the Webley he carried as a spare gun, not his service weapon. If he had to fire a shot into a garbage bag or something to startle them off, he would. They looked up at his original call though and scattered, brushing past him quickly and disappearing into the busy streets. Well, that had been easy. He looked back over to the kid they'd been beating up, about to ask if he was okay before that kid, too, ran past him.
'Leave me alone!'
Jack spun around to face him as he ran, somewhat startled, but not by much. He'd almost expected it. Still, though, the kid could have said thank you. Ungrateful little squirt. It left him annoyed as he walked out of the alley.
Was only trying to help. Geez.
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Post by gray on May 14, 2010 22:45:08 GMT -5
Gray walked down the street, his hands stuffed into his pockets. He kept fingering the small bag of nightmare that was in his pocket. A client had called him earlier and requested him come to this shithole side of town. Well, not that he could really complain much. He used to live around here and it was the type of area that he was used to. It didn't matter much to him, he was on to bigger and better things and the fact that his customers still wanted to meet him in dark and seedy alleys in horrible parts of town was really a testament to how far he'd come.
He thought that maybe he should restrict his clientale to those who could afford to buy a lot more than just a dub...but hey, fifty bucks was fifty bucks. He had had customers who made six figures, which was how he was able to afford his pretty nice apartment on the high end of town. Despite his career, he was a pretty trustworthy guy...or so his clients thought. He wasn't quite sure what would happen though, if he ever got caught. Would he give up the names of his customers? Would the pigs even give him a chance? They weren't known for their mercy to drug dealers.
Finally, he saw the alley. Gray slowed down, lifting a hand out of his pocket to brush some hair out of his eyes. It was really more by habit than anything. He stopped walking, glancing around nonchalantly before finally ventureing into the darkness of the ally.
The sounds of a struggle caused him to freeze in his tracks. There were a few kids runnin towards him and a man standing in front of a younger kid. The scene was slightly confusing. What really caught Gray's interest was the fact that the man had his hand on his hip in a position that he knew very well.
Gun. GUN. GUN!
" Oh shit!"
This wasn't his customer, and normal people just didn't walk around with firearms strapped to their belts.
Not. A. Good. Situation.
Gray turned and walked quickly out of the alley, hoping that the man didn't see him. If the man pursued him, he would just walk faster...and if he tried to shoot him, then what would he do? He wasn't sure he wanted to find out. |
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Post by 'Captain' Jack Harkness on May 15, 2010 17:16:33 GMT -5
'CAPTAIN' JACK HARKNESScause this has been building
since i have been breathing
As he spun, he caught sight of the man turning and walking away, quickly. Almost as if he was running. Well, that wasn't a good sign, but Jack was willing to let it be. Except... Something told him he shouldn't. His hand slipped into his pockets and he jogged out of the alley and speed walked after the other man. Something seemed familiar about him, as if he should recognize him, but he didn't, not from the back.
Of course, a normal person would have taken this as a hint to just leave it be and walk away before someone got hurt. But that was one thing Jack wasn't good at. He never knew when to leave well enough alone. He jogged a few more steps, taking a hand out of his pocket and reaching out to tap the man on the shoulder.
Hey, wait up.
Whether the other actually listened or not, he didn't care. He kept close by, persistent as anything, with his out-of-style, overly hot greatcoat still bringing unwanted and unneeded attention to him, and now to the person he was openly following.
Do I... know you? I feel like I've sen you before.
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