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Post by indiansfan01 on Feb 18, 2011 16:43:15 GMT -5
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He hated whenever John ended up telling the truth. The truth was sometimes too painful to bear. For example, Ianto didn’t need to be a rocket scientist to realize that it was very true Jack could have killed John so easily anytime during their latest encounter. But Ianto didn’t think Jack could kill him, even if he wanted to or had a justified reason for attempting to do so.
The short of it was that Ianto was always going to come second in Jack’s life. True, Jack seemed to want nothing to do with John for the rest of his life (which was going to be a very long time) but just because you don’t want anything to do with someone it doesn’t mean that they magically stop affecting you in every way possible. Now Ianto was really regretting coming to London tonight. Sometimes living in ignorance was the better option.
Well, it was time to stop focusing on the bad and try to focus on the good. For one, Ianto wasn’t going to be around forever. With his death came the death of all of these gloomy thoughts. He was going to enjoy what little time he had with Jack and that was that. Even if Jack was cheating on him with Gwen or even things non-human, so be it. Life tended to be messy. Ianto had to deal with it.
And he could ruin John’s fun. Another positive thing to pull out of all of the negatives. A small smirk crossed Ianto’s face at that thought. He watched as the landscape below them grew farther and farther away. It was only a matter of time before they were at the pinnacle of the wheel and all of London’s vastness and glory was below them.
Ianto was more than ready for the descent back towards the ground and a couple of more rounds of spinning around before their money’s worth would be over. But things never go according to plan—at least not Ianto’s plan on this night. The wheel wasn’t moving at all anymore. A voice came through the speaker, which usually played cheesy music, in each pod telling the passengers not to panic. They were having some mechanical difficulties but the ride would be up and running again before they knew it. ”Bloody hell,” Ianto muttered to himself, pressing his forehead up against the window.
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outfit: Here
notes: The show just needs more John...period. Really hope he makes some appearances in season four.
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Post by nyx on Feb 19, 2011 6:06:00 GMT -5
 So many pretty lights...John had seen plenty of cities in his time. On other planets, the lights seemed to dance, not stay still like they did here, and the cars floated and everything was clean. And then in other places, it was just factories, the smoke curling in the air, choking the life out of it and anything in it, dirty and grey, with underground rings of fighters and criminals...but no lights.
John loved lights. He was rather like a moth in that aspect, although it would be far more correct to call him a magpie - see something shiny, and go for it, that was what he did. Of course, he did have more of a mind that a magpie, but that wasn't suprising. A magpie was a bird.
Damn he was being weird tonight, wasn't he? What with the mentally comparing himself to a bug and a bird. He shook his head violently, one hand still pressed flat against the cool glass.
The voice that suddenly shot through the pod made the short time agent jump in surprise. Surprised twice in one night...that was odd. Earth must be affecting him, really affecting him. He had to get off here as soon as possible, he really did. But...tiny words...He cocked his head, letting the words of the announcement flood through his head. And then waited a moment longer after it had finished, just in case they'd come on again and yell "Ha ha, fooled ya!"
"So..." he ventured eventually, "We're stuck here? It's broken...and we're stuck here?" Bloody brilliant. John wasn't one for staying still at the best of times, and staying still in a little glass pod on view to anyone who looked up...that really didn't help with his paranoia. He ground his teeth together, looking around for a way out, before his gaze fell on the human. And then paused, before a soft smile spread over his lips.
Best make the most of it then. "Stuck here...You and me, in this little pod...alone? Well, I can think of worse people to be with."
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Post by indiansfan01 on Feb 19, 2011 10:52:28 GMT -5
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Watching John jump up on surprise was rather entertaining. To know that humans could have the upper hand on him sometimes was quite nice. It almost made Ianto think that he could survive God knew how long in this little metal box with the Captain. Of course, he would have much rather preferred the Captain he was stuck in here with was Jack but he’d survive this ordeal as best as he could.
”It’s broken, and we’re stuck here,” he confirmed, in a far from cheerful voice. This had to be a nightmare. There was no way of getting around it. So many bad things could not possibly happen to one person in one night. Maybe he had pissed off some universal power unknowingly. Wouldn’t that be just a kick in the pants?
Ianto decided that looking at the companion he was stuck with was a smarter idea than keeping his gaze focused out the window. He almost wished he hadn’t decided that, though, as he caught John’s smile. It didn’t feel like a ‘this is going to be so much fun’ smile but rather like a predator smirking at their trapped prey.
”I can’t,” Ianto retorted. He supposed if he thought hard enough he could think of someone worse to be stuck with but he wasn’t in the mood to think about ways that could make this situation worse…A weevil…There it was! He could be stuck up here with a weevil. That would be so much worse in so many ways.
”They’ll get things up and running in a few minutes. I don’t want you to get too excited,” he said, more for his own comfort than anything else because he didn’t believe that everything would be fixed in a matter of a few minutes. Ianto kept his eyes fixed on John. This night had been unbelievable…and yet he wouldn’t be able to share it with anyone.
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outfit: Here
notes: I think they should just get rid of Gwen and have Jack and John travel the universe together, getting into all sorts of trouble. hahaha
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Post by nyx on Feb 19, 2011 14:46:18 GMT -5
"Great..." he muttered, reaching a hand up to run it through his hair. Just brilliant. And he'd had plans for tonight as well, plans which couldn't be done from inside a pod. Well, actually, he did have some drink on him somewhere, and had bee in worse places. Like...simply in a ship, alone, in space. That was very boring, though, and John really wasn't goo with being stuck against his choice. Being in a ship, it was his choice. Otherwise, it just made him flash back to being trapped with Jack, in the more depressing, going insane moments.
Can't? Oh, that wasn't very nice. John would have pouted, if he hadn't pouted already, far, far too much for a seriously deadly man to do. He guessed it was going to have to come out of his weekly rota of...pouting. Or something. He shrugged to himself. But still, it was slightly harsh. He was pretty sure that Ianto could think of someone worse than him. But if he couldn't...he'd have to prove him wrong, wouldn't he?
"Been excited for ages, me. A chane to talk to you, alone? Who wouldn't want that, eh?" he said, turning to face the other man, before grinning. Or...grinning more anyway. "That was harsh, by the way..." he purred, starting to slowly slink closer to the human, a hurt look in his eyes. "I'm not that bad. Why won't you give me a chance, Eye Candy? Ain't I pretty enough?"
A few minutes was quite a lot of time, in a pod this size. Long enough that John knew he would panic, if he didn't keep himself occupied. And so that's what he was doing, keeping himself occupied...with Eye Candy. Moving towards him slowly, slinking almost, and keeping his startling blue eyes on the human. He could still have fun.
"I said I'd be good, didn't I?" he purred, aiming to back him up against the glass, "Why won't you let me be good for you? I did promise."
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Post by indiansfan01 on Feb 19, 2011 16:29:31 GMT -5
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If only he had a gun on him…Maybe John would shut up and listen to him for once if he had that gun. He, unlike Jack, had no reason not to kill John. Okay, maybe killing John would tick off Jack. But right now the risk of ruining that relationship for some peace of mind tonight seemed like a fair tradeoff…He seriously needed to stop thinking that way. Ianto was going to get through this. It might be tough but the sun was going to come up tomorrow. In less than twelve hours, tonight was going to become a distant memory.
Ianto would think that John’s continued attempts at getting into his pants were pathetic, if it weren’t for the fact that they were stuck together several feet off of the ground, so there was nowhere for Ianto to run to if John decided if words weren’t enough he’d have to start getting more forceful. All of a sudden that weevil was looking like a better companion to be stuck on a Ferris wheel with.
As John slowly moved closer to him, Ianto remained planted in the seat where he was. He wasn’t going to let John’s mind games get to him. He let a small smirk cross his face. ”You’re pretty enough, I guess,” he said, ”Tosh had it right when she called you cute.” A harmless compliment to calm the Captain down, lest the fact that Ianto liked to throw ‘harsh’ statements at him came back to bite him later on.
Because words did have a way to come back and haunt someone, like the fact that John was trying to use their fake display as a couple right now. ”You are cute, and you did promise but I’m afraid it’ll take more than that because I’m with Jack now. For all I know, you’re right about him being unfaithful to me but that doesn’t mean I have to do the same to him.” Why did Ianto feel like he had just said a whole bunch of words that meant nothing?
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notes: Time for us to start writing some letters so it actually happens!
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Post by nyx on Feb 19, 2011 16:49:22 GMT -5
John slipped down to sit beside Ianto, not right up close to him, but with enough distance between them to leave him a little...freedom, perhaps? That was silly - they were trapped in a pod. There was no freedom, and didn't that just make John twitchy. No, don't think of that - focus on the game. The game was everything, even if John didn't really care whether he won or lost. If he won...woo, cute Eye Candy in bed! If not...he could play the my-boyfriend-just-broke-up-with-me angel and get 'comforted' by the cute ticket man. Win win, that was.
"Oh, thank you darling," he preened under the attention, "Oh yes...Cute little techy..." He trailed off. Poor little techy girl...Damn, John didn't care, of course, but she hadn't exactly deserved to be shot like that. No matter, how ever... "She has good taste."
He tilted his head to the side, letting Ianto's words...and the soft, beautiful acent, wash over him before replying. "Your...honour? Is that the right word? Or your dedication towards the man you love is quite admirable, indeed. But..." He paused, before looking around, peering as if actually expecting Jack to pop out of a wall or something. "Jack's...not here, is he?"
He hadn't actually taken any of Ianto's words in. He was just repeating himself, after all, and repeating your own words showed doubt. Playing on doubt was something John was rather good at...and this was a game. This was the game to stop him panicking...and it was working. How brilliant was that? "Don't you want a dirty little secret, Ianto? I mean...everyone does. Somewhere. A little thing that they don't have to feel guilty over, that they don't have to announce...Everyone does."
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Post by indiansfan01 on Feb 19, 2011 18:02:30 GMT -5
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Ianto supposed he was thankful that it was him stuck with John and not any of his colleagues. He was doing them all a big favor tonight, and none of them would ever know about it. But why wasn’t that thought bothering him as much now as it had been previously? Ianto wasn’t an open book with his colleagues but he did tell them how his days off were when they asked. If that happened tomorrow, he’d have to lie to them or just give them a simple answer, and yet he felt as if doing something like that was a perfectly okay thing to do.
When John duly noted the absence of Jack, Ianto also looked about their prison. He guessed it was too much wishful thinking on his part that Jack could use his own wriststrap to appear out of nowhere. How was he supposed to know that Ianto was in a messy situation? ”Just because he isn’t here,” he answered, ”it doesn’t make it any less wrong.” Well, normally when people cheated on their significant others said significant other was never present.
John seemed hell bent on reminding Ianto over and over again that he needed a dirty little secret. If that was going to be John’s main argument, Ianto had something to say to it. ”I already had a dirty little secret, and my dirty little secret almost got the whole team killed.” His dirty little secret had been hiding his cyberwoman girlfriend in Torchwood’s basement. John didn’t need to be privy to all of those details, though.
”Besides, dirty little secrets aren’t really my thing,” he added. ”And, for all I know, you’re wearing your paralyzing lip gloss right now.” Not that whether or not John was wearing it was going to make a difference because Ianto had absolutely no intention of ever touching those lips tonight.
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notes: Yes!!! This could be the beginning of a great movement!!
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Post by nyx on Feb 24, 2011 16:33:34 GMT -5
“No, course not,” John agreed amiably, nodding his head in a rather polit-ish manner. “Jack not being here doesn’t make it any less wrong. Just makes it more tempting and exciting and enjoyable for a bit.”
He grinned, laughing softly at his own words, and keeping his blue eyes fixed on the face of the welsh human rather than looking around at the fact that he was stuck in a pod, in mid air. Oh, he could get out, probably…Break the glass, and climb out and jump down, killing some people on the way. Oh, that sounded rather tempting, actually. He was considering it quite a bit.
He blinked in surprise. “Oh really?” John thought about that for a moment, before speaking carefully, as if it was some great thought that he was confused about. Really, he was just rather entertained. “You almost got the whole team killed…and yet you still had a go at me for doing that? You’re pretty hypocritical, ain’t ya? Ain’t a pleasant trait, that, Eye Candy.”
John snorted. “And you can’t say that, after admitting you almost killed your ‘friends’. Don’t be thick. They can be anyone’s thing…” He grinned again, lowering his voice into a purr, lightly wetting his bottom lip with his tongue in an extravagantly slow movement. “I can teach you how, if you know…and I’m not. Why would I wear it when I was out to get laid. Idiot.”
He wasn’t actually wearing it either – mainly because he was currently running low. And while the results of it were highly entertaining, and it definitely tasted nice (he’d built of immunity), it was something he enjoyed saving for when he did need to use sex to get out of a situation. Best types of deadly situations, those.
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