it's just one of those days
With great commotion from the other side, the door to the Inn opens, swinging widely and slamming against the wall once. Through it, stumbles Ianto Jones, backwards, as though he was thrown right through the very door. He has his hands cuffed behind him, allowing him little room for balancing himself, while bruises and cuts litter his face and arms.
Falling to the ground, he closes his eyes tight at first, before panicking and rolling away from the doorway. He's terrified, thinking that when he looks up, there will be an older man and his wife, ready to pick the very meat from his bones at any instant.
It is only when he finds himself against a wall that he realizes just where he is and he lets out a shuddering sigh, merely laying on the floor and reveling in this moment of silence and peace, chest heaving, heart racing and mind throbbing.
He could probably use a bit of help, all things considered.
Falling to the ground, he closes his eyes tight at first, before panicking and rolling away from the doorway. He's terrified, thinking that when he looks up, there will be an older man and his wife, ready to pick the very meat from his bones at any instant.
It is only when he finds himself against a wall that he realizes just where he is and he lets out a shuddering sigh, merely laying on the floor and reveling in this moment of silence and peace, chest heaving, heart racing and mind throbbing.
He could probably use a bit of help, all things considered.