It was a fucking brilliant party, Chris had to admit. He was loaded up on pills and spliff, and he was pretty bloody content with it all. When he finally left, he had the numbers of two girls, which he was quite pleased about ( Read more... )

Captain Jack Harkness is going to die fighting a tin can. Though, to be fair, it's a tin can with a lot of bite.

( In a lot of ways this death is nothing like any of the other scenarios he'd ever imagined. )

A little black and white toon zips in through the front door of the hotel, slamming it shut behind him.  Looking around, he scratches his head through the red cap sitting backwards on his head.   "Guess I took a wrong turn at Stage 8," he says to himself in a Scouse accent.  He opens the door back up, and sticks his head out, "Hey guys!"  A pause ( Read more... )

He almost wonders when it'll stop. If it'll hurt as bad. But those thoughts are quickly erased from his mind. Put to the side. Things have happened and he's not sure what to do just yet. A part of him misses it. The thrill it brings but another part is glad that he's there. With Ianto... his team... the Doctor, Rose... so many... So much lost, ( Read more... )

Sarah Jane Smith can be found in the lobby. She's decided that it is much too close to Christmas and the place is sadly lacking in decor ( Read more... )

He's had time to think about it. Way too much time to think about it. Which was equally dangerous. And the more he thought about it the more he saw it as some type of betrayal. Sad thing was... he couldn't get past it. Past the anger that was boiling inside of him ( Read more... )

Six days. Six days after his death. The one that hurt so bad it brought him to his knees. He probably should still be taking it easy but he's not the type to do so. We're not sure where the great coat is at. Especially since Jac isn't wearing it. No... he looks more like the old Jack. The man in the leather pants and white t-shirt with leather vest ( Read more... )

So Jack's been in hiding or maybe not. His mun just hasn't posted much But either way he's down in the lobby, on the couch relaxing. Of course, he's got a book in his hand. And if anyone (mainly Torchwood) want to contact him they know how. But for now he's laying out on the couch and reading. What he's reading...

Well, you'll have to ask him.

Elektra had taken care of everything she needed. Abby was safe and it was time for her to move on and where did she decide to go? Back to New York. She sat on the plane and fidgeted she hadn't been back in awhile. When the plane landed everything seemed normal. She rented a car and booked a nice hotel and drove off towards it, though when she came ( Read more... )

Ianto sits at a table in the kitchen, attempting not to draw attention to himself. He's holding some ice against his swollen lip and jaw. Every once in a while, he pauses to look forlornly at the sleeve of his previously white shirt--the cuff is stained through from where he held it against his lip to stop the bleeding ( Read more... )