May 25, 2008 18:53
Martha Jones is in the basement. Really. Just because no one has seen her doesn't mean that she hasn't been around. Well. She's spent a ridiculous amount of time in the last few days with John Hart, not necessarily near the hotel, but she's not about to admit to that. Especially since it usually resulted in sex, a lot of sex. Public sex on the first occasion. She's sore. Incredibly sore from it all and probably has bruises. Their sex was always rough. Always made her forget... everything.
She needs to talk to Sark... and Jack needs to talk to her so she has positioned herself out in the open for once. But she doesn't really want to talk to anyone, which is why she's pulling a Wolverine (Inn folk will get that reference) and sitting in a chair in the corner of the common room away from the fireplace so that one might not even notice her when they walk in the room. Unless they're specifically looking for someone or stay in the room long enough to glance over and suddenly realize that she's there.
Martha's curled up in the chair, staring at the wall lost in thought for the moment. It's possible she's thinking about sex with John. It's more probable that she's thinking about the warehouse and Shepard, turning around what was done to her in her head until it becomes rage.
She has plenty to get done so she won't stick around for long, but she's here.
julian sark,
martha jones,
captain jack harkness