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Post by nyx on Jan 20, 2011 3:26:57 GMT -5
 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/size] "I'm moving, I'm moving. Honestly, you humans. I mean, I know it's the frgid twenty-first century an' all, but c'mon. You work with Jack. Surely he's taught you all to loosen up by now." Although...well, come to think of it, it could quite possibly be because of Jack that he now had a gun pointed at his head. Jack making his team paranoid...Well, that wasn't totally unheard of. A little irritating...and, ok, last time? That had been a bit of a cock up. But he'd not killed any of them!
Well, he'd tried, but that didn't really count because he hadn't tried very hard. If he had done, they'd be dead and not irritating him.
"So, go on the doctor boy. Why is it that I can't hear your heartbeat?" he asked cheerfully, deciding to ignore (or give the pretense of ignoring at least) the gun being held rather hard against his head. And the pain in his hand. He was definately ignoring that.
"So, what's the deal? Do I get locked up now? Handcuffed? Strapped and left naked and wanting to a bed? I mean...I'm cool with any of that, have to say. Long as it doesn't involve needles." Well, it wasn't as if they'd actually do anything. He would have been shot by now if they were. Or he was. They or he, didn't matter, John didn't care.
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Post by mdowenharper on Jan 20, 2011 21:52:35 GMT -5
"I'm moving, I'm moving. Honestly, you humans. I mean, I know it's the frgid twenty-first century an' all, but c'mon. You work with Jack. Surely he's taught you all to loosen up by now.
Owen rolled his dark eyes at the man’s comment. “No,” replied Owen. The walking dead did not want to share more information that he needed. He was puzzled. “You look like human. Are you not one?” Owen now was wondering what ELSE Jack was hiding from the team.
"So, go on the doctor boy. Why is it that I can't hear your heartbeat?"
Owen glared back of John’s head. He was puzzled how the hell did he know that? Owen grabbed pair of hand cuffs from his desk. You bet he has a pair. And you are right he had used them out of Torchwood and inside. And YES he did! “Just move, down those stairs,” he ordered John.
"So, what's the deal? Do I get locked up now? Handcuffed? Strapped and left naked and wanting to a bed? I mean...I'm cool with any of that, have to say. Long as it doesn't involve needles."
Owen wanted knock John out with the butt of his gun. He didn’t because he shot the man’s wrist. “Sit,” ordered Owen waving his hand gun at the man to sit on the bed. “Free hand out,” he told the prisoner. Owen was going to attempt to handcuff his free hand against the bed. And we see if John will obey.
(ooc Sorry for short reply. Owen does not want to say to much. And John is tricky so I leave open things for reply) |
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Post by nyx on Feb 11, 2011 14:45:18 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/size] “Oh...” He paused, then grinned, even over the pain in his hand (which...did hurt. Bloody hell...) “Is that just ‘cause you can’t get any? What with being all deady?” He could hear the lack of heart from here. Zombie undead, how delightful. John had never slept with an undead, really, but to be honest...he wasn’t sure about it. Sorta necrophilia, wasn’t it? Although, if it was walking, talking, and consenting...Well, he’d have to think about it. Could prove a quite interesting...and judging by the lack of reaction, could prove quite a fun thing to taunt with. He’d have to remember that.
“Human? Me? Naa. Much more interesting...Bloody hell, did you have to shoot me so hard? It soddin’ hurts here!” he snarled through gritted teeth, still moving forward, and thankfully having changed the conversation. Was he human? Not one of these pathetic humans, that was for sure. Oh, he had human genetics, but pure humans had bred his people, along with big bad aliens as well. So he wasn’t sure. Never bothered thinking about it now either – he was simply amazing. End of.
Mm. Did he want to be shot? Well, shot again? Not really, if he was entirely honest, because being shock was a painful experience, and he didn’t want a repeat when his blood was still staining his arm. Damn, it hurt. So he pouted prettily, sliding to sit gracefully on the bed. And then narrowed his eyes slightly. Now, did he trust the man? Nope. But...being cuffed to a bed. He raised an eyebrow at the sight of them, at the hint. “Ohhh, you are kinky! Knew it!” he smirked, and laughed, seeming not to be affected by the pain at all anymore. Even though he was, quite a lot. “But...no. Sorry, but no. Ta for the offer...”
Then he kicked out expert, twisting his leg to reach his gun wrist with his foot, not caring whether he connected softly or not.
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Post by mdowenharper on Feb 12, 2011 20:56:25 GMT -5
“Is that just ‘cause you can’t get any? What with being all deady?
The short memory kicked when he used to have sexual needs and did pleasure activitied with other women. That was something he would never be able to do and he missed it. There were many things he missed. The other man had ways being a sharp tongue devil using psychology words to get to Owen’s emotions. “Shut up,” Owen snapped at John. That was bad. Owen felt he gave a short sign of distraction.
“Human? Me? Naa. Much more interesting...Bloody hell, did you have to shoot me so hard? It soddin’ hurts here!
“I hit your head next time,” warned Owen coldly to the man who was climbing on the bed. To be honest, Owen would do it. Jack would not like it. Jack would lock Owen up and could leave him in a cell block alone until Jack needed Owen. That had made Owen realized Jack owed Owen. Owen needed Torchwood to survive and stay out of trouble. It was Jack fault. This dead zombie thing was Jack’s fault. Owen was not sure he would ever have the heart to forgive Jack for ruining his death. The fear of dying again was very scary. He had never read any books on it. He had searched for encounters but those where people who were near death. He was the first and he is scared.
“Stop bitchin’ I am going to fix it,” gritted his teeth.
“Ohhh, you are kinky! Knew it! That was well enough got Owen distracted.
The rogue kicked the gun out of Owen's hand. Great! He was unarmed. He had no back up. He had to play it safe because he could not allow John to close. "Don't trying to kiss me because I am immune to the poison," Owen replied and realized a door was open.
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