Twitter Log Trevor/The Brother 3-15-11
Jack/The Brother: *pacing like a caged lion, full of fury and anger*
Trevor: *curse whoever invented sturdy Fae made cells. better not to talk out loud. Trevor focuses on the anger pouring from where his father is being he held 'Dad, you have to calm down. Don't give them what they want.'*
Jack/The Brother: *Lost in his other persona Jack is almost animalistic now and he snarls in answer as he punches the wall*
Trevor: *holds up his hands even though Jack can't see him 'OK. Gonna take it Dad has left the building. What should I call you?'*
Jack/The Brother: Should you choose to call me anything you may call me the Brother. *Jack's voice is deeper with a slight edge to it*
Trevor: *Voice, thoughts, everything. It's pretty fucking scary trying to get in -His- head. 'If you talk, the guards will come'.*
Jack/The Brother: *The Brother catches on and allows Trevor inside his mind making sure to lock doors he doesn't want him looking in* 'I will kill anyone who tries to harm me or mine boy'
Trevor: *Trevor relaxes a bit, trying to avoid looking like he's doing anything but sitting quietly. 'Define you and yours for me, if you don't mind.' his thoughts are kept even and calm. 'We've got lots of time to get to know each other, Brother.'*
Jack/The Brother: 'Those I protect, the Bad Wolf, the Oncoming Storm, the Fire Beauty and her children
Trevor: *smirks* '-your- children...and I'm telling Ma you called her that.'
Jack/The Brother: 'What you tell your mother is no concern of mine, the name fits. What else do you wish to know from me?'
Trevor: *'Yeah, it really does.' clearly trying jokes to draw his father out will NOT work. 'Who are the Storm and the Bad Wolf?'*
Jack/The Brother: 'You may know them as Rose Tyler and the Time Lord known as the Doctor.' Trevor: *he hmms, surprised at how calm the Brother has gotten talking about the Doc and Rose. That buzzing raw rage is ebbing. 'She was his companion when you were traveling with him, right? Like Thomas is now.' Trevor's deliberately recounting memories and stories he know make his father happy*
Trevor: *curse whoever invented sturdy Fae made cells. better not to talk out loud. Trevor focuses on the anger pouring from where his father is being he held 'Dad, you have to calm down. Don't give them what they want.'*
Jack/The Brother: *Lost in his other persona Jack is almost animalistic now and he snarls in answer as he punches the wall*
Trevor: *holds up his hands even though Jack can't see him 'OK. Gonna take it Dad has left the building. What should I call you?'*
Jack/The Brother: Should you choose to call me anything you may call me the Brother. *Jack's voice is deeper with a slight edge to it*
Trevor: *Voice, thoughts, everything. It's pretty fucking scary trying to get in -His- head. 'If you talk, the guards will come'.*
Jack/The Brother: *The Brother catches on and allows Trevor inside his mind making sure to lock doors he doesn't want him looking in* 'I will kill anyone who tries to harm me or mine boy'
Trevor: *Trevor relaxes a bit, trying to avoid looking like he's doing anything but sitting quietly. 'Define you and yours for me, if you don't mind.' his thoughts are kept even and calm. 'We've got lots of time to get to know each other, Brother.'*
Jack/The Brother: 'Those I protect, the Bad Wolf, the Oncoming Storm, the Fire Beauty and her children
Trevor: *smirks* '-your- children...and I'm telling Ma you called her that.'
Jack/The Brother: 'What you tell your mother is no concern of mine, the name fits. What else do you wish to know from me?'
Trevor: *'Yeah, it really does.' clearly trying jokes to draw his father out will NOT work. 'Who are the Storm and the Bad Wolf?'*
Jack/The Brother: 'You may know them as Rose Tyler and the Time Lord known as the Doctor.' Trevor: *he hmms, surprised at how calm the Brother has gotten talking about the Doc and Rose. That buzzing raw rage is ebbing. 'She was his companion when you were traveling with him, right? Like Thomas is now.' Trevor's deliberately recounting memories and stories he know make his father happy*