Foul Weather - OTA

May 03, 2009 22:16

It was drizzling miserably as John hurried down the street to the hotel. His collar was turned up against the rain, although he was already thoroughly damp, and he wished very much that he wasn't going home to an empty bed ( Read more... )

martha jones, streets, faramir, hotel

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stildyne May 4 2009, 03:15:07 UTC
Stildyne was peering out as John was coming in, wondering if he ought go out. "Say, Hart, is that man on the street still sitting and staring at people?"

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whatdoesithurt May 4 2009, 03:16:22 UTC
"What?" John looked around to find the source of the voice, taking the cigarette from between his lips. His expression softened a bit when he saw who it was. "Don't know. Wasn't really looking for people sitting and staring."

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stildyne May 4 2009, 03:20:38 UTC
"Pleasant gentle. Had an interesting talk with him this morning." Stildyne looked at the man, shook his head, and stepped forward to sweep water off of Hart's clothes with one large hand. "You see, this is why I don't like planets. "

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whatdoesithurt May 4 2009, 03:22:54 UTC
John smiled a little, head tipped back to meet his eyes. "The weather? It's not so bad. Bit of rain is good for you." Funny how his mood improved like that. John shook his head again. "What'd you talk about?"

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everybodylives May 4 2009, 03:17:10 UTC
"Don't you look like a ray of sunshine."

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whatdoesithurt May 4 2009, 03:18:28 UTC
"Yeah, I feel the bloody part too." His cigarette had finally gone out and he flicked it away angrily. He turned sharp eyes on the woman. "River."

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everybodylives May 4 2009, 03:33:07 UTC
"Having a bad day love?" She smirked and approached wit a half smile.

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whatdoesithurt May 4 2009, 03:36:16 UTC
"Rain," he spat as he dug around for another smoke, "planet bound, Jack fucking Harkness."

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jones_drjones May 4 2009, 03:29:08 UTC
Stepping out of the cafe with an umbrella in hand, Martha noticed the wet man hurrying down the street in her direction. She lifted up her umbrella as he near her. "Care for some company?" She could help keep me from getting wetter, at least.

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whatdoesithurt May 4 2009, 03:34:12 UTC
He paused, cigarette to his lips, and took her in in one sweeping glance. "Yeah," he said, flicking the cigarette away, "all right." Pretty girl. Who was he to turn that down?

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jones_drjones May 4 2009, 03:40:39 UTC
She noticed the glance. Normally she wouldn't have, but it reminded her of someone, but she couldn't put her finger on it."Where you headin'?" Unless they just wanted to stand around, but it was sort of miserable for that.

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whatdoesithurt May 4 2009, 03:42:41 UTC
"The hotel," he said gesturing, "got to get out of this weather, yeah? Bit disgusting."

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silicon_avatar May 4 2009, 03:51:15 UTC
Lore coming home to a bed was something of an event for himself. It could more accurately be described as Lore coming home to see if there were any electronics that he could pilfer and decimate in his room.

The android jogged up the steps himself, holding a book over his head to keep the balaclava beneath his gas mask from absorbing too much of the rain, and brushed himself off when he came into the lobby.

"Miserable weather," he grumbled to John in his borrowed voice, an offhanded comment to the stranger as he swiped off his suit- though it actually couldn't be uncomfortable to him.

[(feel free to ignore if you have too many tags.)]

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whatdoesithurt May 4 2009, 03:54:51 UTC
John was lighting up again, his old cigarette already dropped, damp and ruined, into the trash. The concierge giving him a dirty look could go to hell. He gave an agreeing grunt, looking the figure over. Strange, but not the strangest he'd seen.

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silicon_avatar May 4 2009, 04:23:50 UTC
"Those are supposedly bad for your health. Worse for other people." He sounded a little amused under the mask as he wiped at the lenses with the back of his arm. Not that he cared either way, obviously having little reason to worry.

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whatdoesithurt May 4 2009, 04:37:25 UTC
"How do you know that's not why I'm smoking them?" he asked, quirking one eyebrow.

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faramir_hurin May 4 2009, 04:13:22 UTC
I absolutely love this Elven cloak. The water falls from it like it is not even raining: my hair is not even damp when I pull the hood back.

Laughing at a friend's predicament would be cruel, so I simply walk up and smile a bit.

"At least it's dry in here."

Do feel free to ignore if you're too busy.

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whatdoesithurt May 4 2009, 04:27:27 UTC
John looked over at him and gave him a sly little grin. "Are you being smug?"

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faramir_hurin May 4 2009, 04:32:38 UTC
"No, I wouldn't do that." Not to him. Perhaps to Boromir... "I was simply saying something obvious instead of plain hello."

Shrug.

"Hello." Now I grin. "Is that better?"

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whatdoesithurt May 4 2009, 04:38:08 UTC
"Much." John tossed a thumb over his shoulder. "Have a drink with me? I feel like company."

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