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[ July 10, 2009 @ 1:24 am ] |
Sorry to those I owe posts/comments/journals to. I'm hoping to get around to them soon, probably tomorrow. My mind has been drained with work stuff lately. Grah. But I'll be around more now.
Any little inspiration I did have for tonight, flat-lined about four hours ago. Yep, that Torchwood episode. I was really hoping the rumour wasn't going to be true, gawwwd.
(I'm considering that the next time JB and GDL come to the studio, I'm going to rally my fellow floor crew and make them re-enact that scene with a different ending.)
So glad of certain PSLs right now, where I can happily bask in the Jantoness and deny all knowledge of CoE. On that note, I've recently finished a few amazing lines, and I'm looking to start some more. Am in need of another good dose of development to get into.
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[ March 17, 2009 @ 12:12 am ] |
Eh, so it turns out I'm not going to Oman after all. Work left it until only three weeks before I was supposed to leave to tell me this. It's ridiculous the way they handled this whole situation. I wasted so much time and energy preparing for it, not to mention that I was this close to leaving my flat and officially quitting my current job position - if it wasn't for talking to my sister who works in HR, I would have done so already.
I doubt at this point that they're going to change their minds (again), so I've got to rearrange a few things. But I'll still have internet next month after all, so that's a thumbs up.
So, yeah, a good time to get back into the swing of rp, I reckon. Once I get some sleep, I'll be up for replies and those new lines that have been discussed here and there.
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| Eeeee! |
[ October 18, 2008 @ 8:44 am ] |
Guess who went to the Russell T Davies and John Barrowman talk/Q&A in Chelt! AHHHH! *although fangirl mode has simmered down somewhat* ( Eh, yeah, cut for overly fandomy gleeness )
My next burst of fandorky is due on 11th November: Hamlet! AKA David in a crown <3
I wouldn't mind seeing Burn Gorman in December too (he just about broke my heart in Bonekickers). He's performing in Oliver at the Theatre Royal if anyone's interested in going.
Anyway. I finally got around to making another livejournal, so go friend! And I finally got brave enough to upload my art & photo junk onto deviantART here. I can't believe how much amazing work there is on that site.
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[ August 29, 2008 @ 7:45 pm ] |
From a combination of my laptop's charger thing (get me, tech savvy) blowing a fuse, and my brother coming to stay for a few days, I'm not going to be online until about Wednesday. I swear, I'll be online more after September.
Off for dinner now.
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| OOC away |
[ June 11, 2008 @ 4:24 pm ] |
So sorry to those I'm in comms/lines with and haven't replied for ages. I finally got a stagehand job at a studio I've really wanted to work in, so I've been hella busy finding my way around the place, learning the ropes and doing the social thing. Most people in this business tend to be confident, and that's kinda infectious. Although, working too hard and being so tired isn't so good.
Anyway, if anyone wants to keep going with anything, re-picking up lines and plots etc., I'd love that! Though I'd absolutely understand if they're dropped. I get that things can change in a month.
p.s. I'm finally getting back on aim again, so it's nocturnednight for boredom-smiting chats and stuff, woot!
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| random TWCRACK to the extreme! Shay - Ianto/Jack |
[ April 19, 2008 @ 9:40 am ] |
Ianto was sitting at his workstation in the alcove, recalculating the density of the Rift entrance after the last spike on the other side of Cardiff, dutifully minding his own business.
And then suddenly.... Flowers sprouting up his desk? They smelled like Owen's medical room. And they kept on growing.
Then a sound erupted and shook the Hub from somewhere up above, the godawful sound of... what was that? Music?! Not any sort of music he'd ever listened to. And for good reason.
Ianto was perplexed, and he could barely hear his thoughts over the noise. He left his desk and tried to find the source of all this. What the hell?
He jogged into the main Hub area, skidded to a halt in surprise, and his eyes widened slightly at the sight of the entire room filled with greenery and flowers. Vines even hung down from the lights and wires.
Oh hell no.
He saw Jack stir from the centre of a flourishing new field of daisies that was once a desk, where he was almost covered entirely with flowers. (somewhere deep inside him where he would never admit it, that was hillarious.)
But hell no.
He dashed over to him through a patch of petunias, and squeezed his shoulder firmly to wake him up. Such alarm from Ianto wasn't unheard of, but rare. How was Jack sleeping through this!
"Jack, we've got a bit of a situation here," he intoned as calmly as possible over an unnaturally loud decibel level, since Jack was somehow sleeping and missed it all. "Now, before my brain explodes. For the love of hell, please put something else on to cover up this horrible... musi... croonin... screac..... AH!"
He stamped through a few stems of violets. Violence to the violets! And then he grabbed up a fire extinguisher from beside Gwen's desk and began to spray it over the flowers, hoping it would kill them.
Where the cloudy fumes touched greenery and leaves and flowers, death to the petals soon followed, consuming, smothering, engulfing. The extinguisher gas let out no smell to pollute the rest of the Hub.
WHAT THE HELL WAS THIS?
If this was Owen's idea of a joke!
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| Meeting the Famil- er, Team [tag: Shay/Mio - Ianto/Jack/Tosh/Andrew] |
[ March 25, 2008 @ 8:59 pm ] |
Jack's secluded room in the Hub was perfect.
All the lines of the wall were gritty and grey and industrial metal, but the unlikely ways in which their individual styles came together and complemented each other pleased Ianto's eyes immensely. At present, he was heatedly draped across Jack's bare chest on a surprisingly comfortable leather couch, similar to the one in the basement. It was important that he experiment with the Captain, retesting his abilities as his mattress. So far, he had discovered that Jack could be enormously comfortable despite the hard lines and angles of his body. Unfortunately, Jack didn't serve at all well for sleeping, as he generally awakened Ianto with activities that he felt were a better use of their private time.
Not that he could disagree, because since his return, Ianto had decided that he'd let Jack stew alone for too long.
Ianto was man enough to admit he needed this. He'd tried so fervently to hate him and reject his advances, but he'd always known he couldn't sustain it for long. For days he'd pretended to ignore the feelings that Jack could rouse in him with such terrifying ease he didn't know how he did it. And then, this foolish man, so different from any other foolish man who'd come back into his foolish life, did something extremely foolish one day - he kissed him, he drew him back.
Relief coloured the paleness behind his eyes. Jack's immediate reacceptance of him, the hands on his arms that acknowledged the gaps they still had to mend (but didn't require him to speak on it), the lack of pressure for anything... All of it meant relief.
Yes. He needed quiet time to regather.
But Jack wasn't conducive to naps.
For the moment, his head lowered to Jack's shoulder, and his fingers stroked over his chest, up the strong tendons of his neck, and winding tight into his hair. It wasn't a large space by any means, bordering on cramped, which Ianto found he rather liked. It was their space, and theirs alone, and there was something selfishly comforting about the smaller, more intimate couch.
During this juncture, he propped himself up on one arm to look at his near-naked companion. This was madness. It was madness for Ianto to be here, for him to be collected in Jack's arms, to be leaning against him with underlying frissons of heat and trepidation and excitement simmering deep inside of him.
Nothing he could think of was convincing him to leave, however. Looking down at Jack, Ianto offered him a small, wry smile and observed,
"At Torchwood London, it was considered a sign of bad management to keep a worker down so late."
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| Grounded [Log 1: Shay - Drake/Chambers & NPCs, New Jersey.] |
[ March 21, 2008 @ 12:32 pm ] |
The bright white glows mounted on the Harrier GR7 plane's underwings could be seen clearly in the evening sky, the eighth night after the start of the new year. The sound of the thrusters crackled like lightning when it split the chilled air nearby, and was enough to make neck hairs stand up; the ground rumbled like thunder as though it had been knocked a step or two out of its tracks.
Before the air could recover from the sleek invasion, it was echoed in the rush of a second by another plane, then another, following the first. Both of them fell into sync beside the first, which slowed down just long enough to let the pilot within give a confirming nod to the other young man, who waved to him in reply.
( Word to the wise, juniors. )
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| I Hate You (Part 2) - [ tag: Mio - Owen 'the snark' Harper!, Torchwood Post-S1] |
[ March 21, 2008 @ 11:59 am ] |
The protective look Ianto bore in his stance as he said Jack mattered, wasn't lost on Owen. Even though he was the one tormenting his companion about it, Owen rolled his eyes, mostly just to disguise the fact that he wasn't quite over the shock of finding out the two of them had really been doing it. He'd always thought they were just kidding around when they flirted, and that Ianto had a bit of a thing for Jack. In hindsight he could see it all now. It was actually pretty obvious.
He didn't know why Ianto kept defending Jack, even though he'd left them to fix the place back up without telling them first. He was the boss on papers, but nothing more. Not now. If Ianto was still preserving Jack's office in the Hub with some misguided notion that it was bringing him back any quicker, Owen had every mind to go in there and tear the room to bits to teach both of the bastards a lesson if he thought it would make a difference.
The very word 'useless' out of Ianto's mouth in reference to him was instantaneous and to the point. The cut couldn't have been more painful, even if there had been some deeper emotional attachment between the two.
( It was enough to ball Owen's fist and send it flying toward the side of Ianto's head. )
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| I Hate You (Part 1) - [ tag: Mio - Owen 'the snark' Harper!, Torchwood Post-S1] |
[ March 21, 2008 @ 11:57 am ] |
It had been five weeks since Jack's disappearance. They'd searched all the CCTV footage, but apart from a few shots of Jack running through the plaza, there was nothing that explained it. Despite what Gwen said about something having taken him, the running suggested he had gone willingly, and they had to accept that he would return of his own accord, or not at all. They had to deal with managing the Hub now. Deciding what to do with the computers, the specimens, the records, themselves, each other.
( Everything. )
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