The 21st Century is when everything changes...

S	M	T	W	T	F	S
				1	2	3
4	5	6	7	8	9	10
11	12	13	14	15	16	17
18	19	20	21	22	23	24
25	26	27	28	29	30	31

Mar. 10th, 2012

Leave a Message

"You've reached the voicemail -sort of- of Captain Jack Harkness. Please leave a message and I will return your call as soon as possible."

For Voicemail press #1
For Text press #2
For E-mail press #3

Tags: voicemail

Oct. 20th, 2009

(no subject)

( Torchwood 3 Encryption, also encompassing Niko, Anthony, Mercy and the Doctor. // Unhackable )

Looks like I picked the wrong week to give up being a mouse, I might have fit right in today. Everybody staying safe?

Oct. 15th, 2009

(no subject)

Well, spending life as a mouse is not the worst way I've passed a few weeks in my time. Still, everything is fairly hazy.

It would appear that I am well behind in the race to become 'favorite uncle' to our new addition. I shall have to see what I can do to catch up!

Sep. 15th, 2009

(no subject)

( Private to the Laszlo Jamf//Unhackable )

A few hours after his conversation with Laszlo.

[Suddenly, there is a video feed from what looks like the living room of the beach house. The PDA is obviously on the floor in what looks like a pile of clothes, including Jack's trademark RAF greatcoat and another, smaller leather jacket.

There is no sign of Jack, however, just a moving wrinkle in the RAF greatcoat. It takes a few minutes but from the area of the lapel surfaces a small, fawnish red colored mouse. The mouse appears glad to have gotten out of the tangle of fabric and into the open air and he sits back on his haunches and sniffs the air.

Reaching up with his front paws, he grooms his whiskers pensively and then begins to nose around in the clothes, in particular the leather jacket which he sniffs at, little whiskers twitching across the smooth fabric. Once again, he stops and sits back on his haunches, this time drawing his tail up between his back legs and grooming vigerously.]

[ooc: Please consider the conversation with Laszlo to be locked. Jack is now a mouse, in trade for the return of Warren's jacket to Kyle. More explination will be forth coming in the good ole TL:DR]

Sep. 9th, 2009

(no subject)

Lovely, I turn my back ~~go down to the Underground to make some money~~ for a little bit and all hell breaks lose up here.

Owen swans off, just as Gwen is getting ready to have the baby, damn it I knew I should have kept a leash on him.

Anthony is in the hospital.

I see the Doctor is back, welcome back Doctor.

And I'm reading something about curses on teddy bears.

...

Please tell me TB didn't decimate the house.

[ooc: Strikes are not hackable.]

Tags: all hell broke lose, iantoistooquiet, kylewhatareyouupto?, owenyouprat

Aug. 19th, 2009

(no subject)

Today is Ianto Jones's birthday.

I just felt it shouldn't be allowed to pass unmentioned.

Aug. 10th, 2009

(no subject)

Looks like I missed an exciting weekend.

Anthony, are you doing all right?

Kyle, were there pictures?

I remembered that I was going to put in a pond for the ducks. Would it be all right if I came over and started work on that? I imagine they're getting to a point where the bathtubs are too small.

Aug. 1st, 2009

(no subject)

Warm summer sun,
Shine kindly here.
Warm southern wind,
Blow softly here.
Green sod above,
Lie light, lie light,
Good night, dear heart,
Good night, good night.

For the longest time I thought that poem was by Mark Twain. He used it as an epitaph on his daughter's tombstone. Didn't realize till I was looking for it one time to say at a funeral that it was actually written by Robert Richardson.

Probably why I had a hard time looking it up all those years ago.

I didn't go to the funeral this time, it would have hurt her too much. I couldn't even risk sneaking in, she is too much her father's daughter and would have known to look in all the shadows where I'd normally tuck myself away.

Doctor? I have a job and would like to contribute to food or whatever you need here on the TARDIS. I'm not here to free load off you.

Jul. 28th, 2009

(no subject)

( Private to Gwen Cooper//Unhackable -except by the Doctor )

Blocked from the network feeds into the Beachhouse

I seem to find myself in need of work. Manual labor would be preferable but I can also offer skills with mechanics and computers. Please respond here if you have anything available.

Thank you,
Jack Harkness

[ooc: So, Jack back inna city and I try to work through the mess RTD left in his wake. If you have any questions please feel free to e-mail me and ask. :D]

Tags: myemoisrtdemo

Jul. 17th, 2009

Audio

"Hey, Ianto! Catc..."

There was the sound of something metallic, possibly a wrench, hitting the floor as the person meant to receive the wrench and the person tossing the wrench both disappeared.

[ooc: Annnndd here we go! Ianto and Jack have both left the City to head back home for the NO GOOD VERY BAD UPDATE! They will return probably the beginning of next week, updated through CoE. Ianto modded with permission of his player.]

Jul. 4th, 2009

121

Ianto has now brought home 9 ducklings.

That brings the house total up to one German Shepherd, a kitten, ~~critters in the basement~~ and nine ducklings.

I do believe the animal to human ratio has become skewed.

...

If they were all sheep I'd feel like we were back in Wales.

[ooc: Strikes are not there but 4th wall is a go go!]

Tags: iantohasduckies

Jun. 29th, 2009

(no subject)

I'd forgotten just how vehemently I always disagreed with Yvonne Hartman. I guess it's true that time dulls some things after awhile.

In the meantime, it looks like we're kitten sitting for a bit. I hope she's back with Rhys.

Jun. 23rd, 2009

Audio/Video

A webcam is switched on by inattentive fingers, which were just reaching for the audio function.

Jack is stretched out on his back, stripped down to his white t-shirt and slacks as he wrestles with a large bundle of wires.

I'm doing work on the house security systems folks. If you could give me warning before you open any of the doors, I'd rather not get electricuted if I can help it.

There is a distracted tone to his voice. Someone is definitely using a bit of electrical, hands on 'busy work' to distract himself from the anniversary of this date.

By the way, I'll be going out to get a Mr. Coffee pot and some coffee to tide us over while Ianto 'fiddles' with the machine.

[ooc: Unless otherwise specified all responses will be audio. :)]

Tags: canary wharf is bad juju, jackhasweirdcopingmechanisms, no coffee for 2 days = grumpy jack

Jun. 11th, 2009

122 Voice post

There is the sound of rustling a thump and a muffled curse...

Alright, listen you overgrown archive of plant matter with ink. I'll have you know that in the 51st century we have a planet-sized book repository called "The Library" that would put you to shame. But since you're all I've got, it would be best if we could get along.

So unless you want me to come back with lighter fluid and a match I'd suggest you stop shifting this history section and let me find the book I ne...

A dull thud is heard followed by...

OW!

That's it, I'm finding some mold spores and setting you up on a blind date!

Series of thumps, thuds and yelps!

[ooc: Yes, Jack is squabbling with, and losing to, the library.]

Tags: iantoabookfellonme! damnsentientlibrarie, knowledgeissometimespainful, meanlibraryismean, ow

Jun. 4th, 2009

121 Accidental Voice/Video

From the view it looks like someone dropped a gunbelt too close to his computer and triggered the audio and video feed.

The view is fairly dark, obvious there are no sources of natural light just artificial light in the room. Jack is positioned next to a table that is littered with a varity of handguns, shotguns and rifles.

He's using a Glock at the moment, not the habitual Webley and from the angle the computer can pick up, he's making a 15 round succession of shots through the exact same hole in the paper target's 'head'.

[ooc: Figure that all responses are voice!]

Jun. 2nd, 2009

120

Before anyone asks, yes I have experienced a lot of different fetishes in my travels.

A Lot

And hey, you know what they say, everything is worth at least a try, two tries if you like it!

But honestly, for me it's always been the simple things. Back in the day, the teasing wink of a bit of ankle from under petticoats or a hint of blush on a gentleman's cheek. So much promise in such a controlled invitation. The Victorians, let me tell you...whoa did they have some twists and turns in their bonnets, not that you'd have ever known it from looking at them.

It was always about the picture of propriety, until you closed the bedroom doors.

These days, well damn but those beauty gods had some new tricks of the trade, got to give them that. To bad they turned out to be homicidal.

Hmmm, where was I? Oh yes, what I wouldn't give for a couple of red UNIT caps.

Edit: I'll be in the Underground, killing things. Sex, murder there was a reason the 51st century had rehab facilities for both.

Tags: cursedwtf, fetishking, red unit caps plz

May. 26th, 2009

(no subject)

Huh, go Underground for a few days and I miss killer clowns or at least the fear of killer clowns.

It's curious how it's the perversion of the innocent that tends to horrify the mind the most. When I worked with a traveling carnival show, it wasn't so much the two headed man who drew the crowds and left fear in their hearts as it was the little girl with the white eyes.

And of course, it's always the unknown that spooks the human mind the most. Perhaps that's why clowns can be so frightening.

You never know what's behind the paint.

ETA: Anyone up for a little hand to hand sparing?

May. 18th, 2009

118

I have popcorn, Junior Mints a case of water and my computer plugged into the big screen so I can read progress on the Net in high def.

Anyone want to place bets?

May. 14th, 2009

117

You know, it's not like I've never spent all day in bed before though usually I'm up to much more interesting activities.

However, today, I just don't feel like doing anything other than laying here. Maybe I'll take a nap.

Tags: laaazzzzyyyy day, totally cursed

May. 4th, 2009

(no subject)

Ahh but these pictures came out perfectly!

Ianto Jones you are one skillful photographer, what can I say. Though it probably helped that you had such photographic material to work with.

Tags: iantocoffeekingjones, kylethegorgeous, photosofaweekyle

Apr. 27th, 2009

(no subject)

Just please tell me there aren't 26 planets in the sky today.

Tags: iantocoffeekingjones, jake, johnny cade, niko, norealitydestroyingmadmenplz, rose, the doctor

Apr. 23rd, 2009

Video/Audio

( Transmitted to Torchwood/The Doctor from the Deus Ex Machina II )

Apr. 7th, 2009

113

Doctor? Just wanted to say thank you for the other day and ask if you might be available for a clock visit that doesn't involve my being cursed out of my mind.

Niko, I have a favor to ask you.

( Filter to Ianto Jones, Gwen Cooper, Jake Simmonds, Mickey Smith, Rose Tyler )

Back to work.

Apr. 4th, 2009

112

He was confused and it was an emotion he did not like. Particularly while on the job, confusion could get you killed.

It had already gotten him killed. Because his partner had shown confusion, been chosen the weaker of them and then tortured to death in front of him.

The last thing he remembered was the pain that came from a neurointerupter applied by the hands of a master. He could hear the sound of his own screaming, echoing with his partner's last cries, in his skull. Pain, physical and emotional, put him in a bad mood.

A very bad mood.

He'd found one of them asleep on the couch, files surrounding him. He'd have rather grabbed one of the important members of the society that had captured him but a file drone could be useful.

Knocking the man out with a swift, well placed side chop of his hand, he swung him up on his shoulder, grabbed the laptop that was open in front of him and bolted. He had no idea where he was going to take his prizes but he knew staying was dangerous.

Rope, gaffer tape and water were procured at various points in his travels so when he arrived at what felt like a safe spot, he was ready to deliver a little torture of his own.

Setting his captive up on a chair, he tied the man up with the rope around his torso and legs, then gaffer tapped his hands down to the arms of the chair. Testing the bindings to ensure they were secure, he went and grabbed a water bottle.

Taking a couple of swallows, he stood in front of his captive and squeezed the water square in his face.

"Wakey, wakey, pretty boy."

( Video feed, visible to all. )

[ooc: Jack is cursed with 'Shell-shock' and has reverted back to a time before he met the Doctor and was still working for the Agency. He has kidnapped Ianto -thinking he's part of the group who captured, tortured himself and his friend as mentioned in the episode Captain Jack Harkness. He's taken Ianto to an undisclosed location with the intent of torturing him for information but Ianto's laptop is providing a video feed out to the whole Net so comments can be voice or text comment. Everything behind the cut was visible to anyone who would be watching feed from Ianto's machine.

PS: Kidnapping done with permission of Ianto!mun. No Iantos were harmed ~~yet!~~ in the making of this post. :)]

Apr. 2nd, 2009

(no subject)

Nice to see the City can find ways to throw more chaos at us than usual, though I am glad that certain people were able to show up for a time.

Before you ask, Ianto, yes I am cleaning guns on the dinning room table. To everyone else, I've put down drop clothes so there won't be any gun oil ~~or plasma fluid~~ leaked out on the table.

Private to Abby

Hey, Abby how are you doing?

Private to Gwen

Gwen, when you have a second I need to ask you about a couple of items.

[ooc: Open for action to housemates and Jake, everyone else regular commentary on the net.

ETA: I just got hit with some bad family news, going to be sporadic with tags through the rest of tonight at least.]

Mar. 28th, 2009

Stop sweating bullets

To all City University students taking Advanced Applied Universal Physics and the Theory of Travel in the Fourth Dimension.

You may all stop sweating bullets or contemplating the best way to commit self immolation. You all passed your exams.

Now there were various degrees of pass but they were all passes, so get out and dance your little booties off in celebration.

Mar. 26th, 2009

Last Class before Finals

To all City University students taking Advanced Applied Universal Physics and the Theory of Travel in the Fourth Dimension.

Today we'll be going over the material you'll be finding on your final exam tomorrow, including but not limited to Fourth Dimension theories as well as black hole physics and dark energy.

Remember please that your projects dealing with theories on how mankind could harness the forces of dark energy, dark matter and black holes, as well as our current understanding of these forces will be due before you can take your exam tomorrow.

If you have any questions about your projects or need me to look over any of your notes, please don't hesitate to catch me in my office, I'll be having extended hours today.

[ooc: For the record, Jack knows all about these physics things, for me, gravity is that force that causes me to fall out of bed onto the floor first thing in the morning before I have coffee.]

Mar. 23rd, 2009

108

Ianto, I'd like dinner down in the office ~~again~~ please.

Mar. 17th, 2009

108

Hmm...

While I understand that there are going to be howls of dismay when two young men learn that a couple of their best dress shirts just got a green beer bath, I've got to admit that it's kinda funny.

After all, given what can, at times, come leaking out of public water systems, this is fairly innocuous ... and kinda tastey.

Gwen would definitely have been amused.

ETA: I at least get props for the fact that I was doing the laundry, yes?

Mar. 13th, 2009

107

( Private to Ianto, Kyle and Gwen )

Rose my dear, I believe we're supposed to have lunch are we not?

Tony Foster, may I talk to you, if you have a moment?

Doctor! We haven't visited the clock in awhile, care for a walk?

Mar. 5th, 2009

(no subject)

Huh.

Back here then.

Well if the fountain is at my back then home should be thataway.

Jan. 20th, 2009

105 Voice

*There is the sound of a door opening and a sound sort of like a thousand little balls falling. A thousand little squeaking, eeping balls and then a chatter of trills and whitters.*

Ut oh.

ETA: Ianto Jones is secretly 5 years old.

Jan. 16th, 2009

104

As amusing as this has the potential to be and believe me, it's amusing guys, you're safe from my lacivious advances.

I'm off to chase monsters around the Underground for fun and profit. I'll be back in a bit, kids.

Jan. 12th, 2009

103

Private ... but the coding has failed so it's open to everyone to read.

My parents were good, hard working people. You had to be hard working, out on Boeshane or you weren't going to make it.

My father used to give me little challenges when I was a boy. He'd give me salvagable parts from bits of busted equipment and challenge me to make something out of it. Once I made my mother a ... well, it was sort of like a toaster I guess. It ended up blowing a hole in the wall of our kitchen but Mother didn't seem to mind.

Well, not much.

My father was killed when I was ten in an alien raid. He gave me my little brother Gray's hand and told me to get my little brother to safety but I ... Gray was taken captive in the raid.

I found my father's body when I was looking for Gray. He'd been gunned down close to the compound. He'd been trying to get back to my mother.

After that, it was just Mother and I. I tried to be a good son but I was a bit too wild. Mother though ... she was a good mother. She never took my wanderlust personally and when I left home, all full of myself and ready to change the Universe, she gave me a hug and a kiss and told me she loved me.

I never saw her again.

[ooc: He meant to lock this entry but due to City curse, the coding failed and so it's out there for all to see. :)]

Jan. 8th, 2009

102 Voice

*Jack's voice comes over the Net, sounding his usual cheerful self.*

Hey there fellow City-ates! Thought I'd give this whole voice entry thing a shot. Don't know that I have anything interesting to postulate on, except maybe this whole beer thing. How's that goi...

*In the background there is a muffled sound of a high pitched whine followed by an explosion.*

What the...

*Next are thundering footsteps, the beeping of an entry code and then the clatter of stairs...*

Ianto, what the heck are you doin... Ianto?

IANTO?!? Oh, no .. nononoNONONO GWEN, get Martha!!

*The transmission ends*

*The transmission picks back up*

Um, well. It looks like Ianto is alive once again and I'm mortal. Huh, that's ... a strange feeling after all these years. Not the Ianto being alive, I'm used to him being alive. Like that state on him to be honest.

Just ... mortal. Wow, how many times have I wished for this...

[ooc: Ahhh curse day chaos! Ianto's situation modded with permission from Ianto!Mun. All replies from Jack please assume to be voice. Action for those who are in the Beach House.]

Dec. 30th, 2008

101

( Reviving the blog // Private and Unhackable )

*Jack finished his entry into his PDA, read it over and then set it aside. He'd woken up while Kyle and Ianto were still asleep and after laying quietly for a couple of hours had gotten up and gone to his chair to do the entry, leaving the two younger men curled around each other.

Work done, Jack crept back into the big bed and snuggled up to their warmth, tangling his limbs with the other two once more and closing his eyes with a sigh. Soon, he was dozing lightly once again.*

[ooc: Actiony for Kyle and Ianto]

Dec. 27th, 2008

100 Voice

Jack does not sound like a happy camper.

Ianto, I need you to bring the first aid kit and a couple spare shirts down to the lair please.

Dec. 26th, 2008

099

( Private//Unhackable )

Well then! Looks like we made it through the actual day mostly in one piece eh? Good thing too because I don't know that I could have moved after that meal, Gwen.

Mickey! How are you settling in? Ianto, Gwen, Kyle if you haven't had a chance to yet, please say hello to Mickey Smith! Don't believe a word he says, I never did any of those things.

So, how did everybody's holiday pass? Are we all still recovering from too much holiday cheer then??

Dec. 23rd, 2008

Accidental Voice

In a small, child's voice

WWWHHHHHEEEWWWWW!!!!!

Snow is wonderful! I'm never, ever, ever going back inside!

[ooc: Wee Captain's happen!]

Dec. 15th, 2008

098

( Private//Unhackable )

I know some of you are worried out there about Kyle and Ianto. They're still doing all right, I haven't seen any changes in Ianto yet.

Martha as soon as I see something I'll let you know.

Gwen, check in please. I'm here keeping ~~vigil~~ an eye on Ianto and Kyle.

ETA: Anybody have an idea of what the incubation period between being bitten and showing symptoms has normally run?

[ooc: Strikes not there.]

Dec. 12th, 2008

097

Time effectively seeming to stop ... yeah cause that's not going to make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

Doctor ... I've got a queasy sort of timey wimey feeling.

( Encrypted to Torchwood//Beach house Unhackable )

Dec. 8th, 2008

096

( Private//Unhackable )

Miss Martha Jones, as much as I appreciate your warm hospitality I have to admit, I'm happy to be home.

( Private to the Doctor and Martha )

Kyle, Ianto, Gwen I promise I am resting. This is me in a bed resting. Okay I snuck a shower but I'm now in bed, behaving myself ... though I could use company?

Abby, I'm thinking about putting you on light detail for the house. Think you could whip up a program where we could have the lights flashing on and off in patterns?

Now what is this I am reading about a Winter Ball? Doctor! That's absolutely fabulous!!!

Dec. 4th, 2008

095

Dear Santa,

How about a list of things I don't want for Christmas.

I don't want an alien invasion. They're NOT like getting a puppy, you can't house train them.

I don't want a giant mother ship hovering over London wanting to enslave the entire human population. That's what getting a stupid handmade pink footie pajama set from your Aunt Crazylady and having to wear it is for.

I really don't want Cybermen, no they do not take the place of 'Rock'em Sock'em robots' seriously, they don't!!

Could really do without some psycho meglomaniac ~~Davros~~ wanting to rearrange planets to rip a hole in reality. I saw what you did there and it is NOT the same as getting nice little glow in the dark star stickers to stick on your bedroom ceiling.

Now, if we're all clear on that by all means have a nice flight and if I find you're packing ray guns in your little mechanical limbs I am going to blow you off the face of this and any other reality.

CJH

[ooc: Cursed but he's got Whoverse issues with the Holidays. I think they get Cybermen this year.]

Dec. 2nd, 2008

094

To those folks in the beach house

Has anyone seen my cufflinks? The silver spitfire ones? I know I wore them out last night but I can't find them now./End filter

Hey there City land. I bring you all (or at least some of you who have asked in the past) an early Christmas present.

Ianto singing!

Ianto, how is that headache today?

Kyle and Gwen, thank you both for helping me convince him that he did not want to sleep on the sand last night. At least he's a fairly cheerful drunk, eh? Good singer too!

[ooc: AKA why Jack should never be allowed a video/camera phone! Singing Ianto posted with Ianto!muns permission. :)]

Nov. 29th, 2008

093

( Private//Unhackable except by the Doctor )

It's a nice enough night for sitting on the sofa with some tea, bills and perhaps a really bad book or two.

Particularly the tea part of things.

Nov. 24th, 2008

092

Ianto? I need you to do some research work on the Net, scanning back a couple of weeks.

Code any reports you send back to me.

( Private/Unhackable )

Oh Miss Martha Jones? If you have a moment, I could use your medical expertise in a matter.

Kyle, humor me would you, let me escort you to and from Lux when you work the late shifts?

Abby, if you can avoid going anywhere alone? Please?

Let's see ... team in danger, check ... needing Martha's help to bail us out, check. Ianto looking handsome being research person, check. Feels like home, with the added benefit of having a hot guy to protect.

[ooc: Fourth wall a go for this post! All I ask is no alternate versions of Jack, because then -per canon!- he'd never stop propositioning himself.

Edit! Oh yes, he'll definitely lap up any and all compliments, though it's tongue in cheek. We all know how he is!! :D]

Nov. 22nd, 2008

091

I have a confession to make.

It's one that's likely to be hard to swallow for many of you, I'll understand if you need to turn away from the horror you are about witness.

I like sardines on peanut butter sandwiches.

... extra juicy.

[ooc: Kid in elementary school I went too swore by these things. We all scattered to different tables in horror.]

Nov. 17th, 2008

090

Friday was an interesting day for most I gather. Doctor if you were cursed I can't imagine your shadow was any kinder than mine. I suppose we can only take solace in the idea that we've done the best we could with the choices we had to face. Maybe we could have done better but hopefully we learned for our next steps, eh?

Took me a couple of days to wrestle to that conclusion. It's easier to beat the breast and beg pity for our sins but the truth is we've done it, sometimes for selfish reasons and sometimes because it was the best of bad choices. You either look forward with your new found knowledge or you move forward a tortured soul but regardless Time dictates we move forward.

Gwen, I've got your report, thank you lass I'm going to go through it and make a couple of notes I'd like you to follow up on please.

Ianto, I'd like to talk to you some time today. Oh and you and Kyle are absolute adorable when the pair of you are hogging a king sized bed, just have to say.

Nov. 13th, 2008

089

Okay, just to clear up any potential misconceptions.

Yes, I'm in the kitchen. Yes, I'm working with ingredients, pans and the stove. No, I'm not blowing anything up. I'm making mulled cider. I am capable of making mulled cider and in fact I'm quite good at it. Estelle did manage to give this one skill to me before she banned me from the kitchen for life.

So that smell you smell? Is mulled cider, feel free to come try some.

( To TW3 // Unhackable )

( Abby my dear! )

( Kyle//Unhackable but viewable to Ianto )

Tags: abby, critter inna vault, kylethegorgeous, mulled cider for the win, no i'm not blowing up the kitchen, tw3

Nov. 8th, 2008

088 - Accidental Voice

Somehow the recorder gets switched on. Vivaldi is playing in the background, echoing as if in a large space. There's a crash, something falling and then the movement of a body and the sound of muttering.

...and how exactly did that work did I just keep dying in that chamber with the radiation and coming right back or did it deflect it completely or how did that work, I'll need to ask the Doctor about that I remember the electrocution bit that I remember because I think Martha was kissing me just before I woke up, no she would have been doing CPR maybe I don't know, definitely no CPR while on the Valiant that was just see how I died wait for me to wake up rinse, lather repeat, sort of like when I was buried, now that was definitely rinse, lather, repeat, rinse, lather, repeat, rinse, lather...

The voice trails off as he moves away from the recording device and there are more sounds of bangs and thuds and some sort of mechanical work going on...

...breaking my back in the fall off the building, did that hurt? I can't remember if that hurt I think it must have, I mean breaking your back off a building that's got to hurt, though the time Death killed me out right, that didn't hurt, it was pretty quick, oh unlike that damn stab from that cell operative buddy of Beth's, I hate those slow bleed out deaths, they hurt and they made such a mess ...

[ooc: I've got canon over 1392 deaths to work with for this boy and that's not including the 2000 years he spent buried alive in canon. I can't honestly vouch for how clear his mind is today, not with all that being stirred up by the curse. Also I know I left off a lot of punctuation, figure he is talking very constant and non-stop.]

Previous 50

The 21st Century is when everything changes...

...its underwear and socks.

October 2009

Tags

Page Summary

Syndicate

Mar. 10th, 2012

Oct. 20th, 2009

Oct. 15th, 2009

Sep. 15th, 2009

Sep. 9th, 2009

Aug. 19th, 2009

Aug. 10th, 2009

Aug. 1st, 2009

Jul. 28th, 2009

Jul. 17th, 2009

Jul. 4th, 2009

Jun. 29th, 2009

Jun. 23rd, 2009

Jun. 11th, 2009

Jun. 4th, 2009

Jun. 2nd, 2009

May. 26th, 2009

May. 18th, 2009

May. 14th, 2009

May. 4th, 2009

Apr. 27th, 2009

Apr. 23rd, 2009

Apr. 7th, 2009

Apr. 4th, 2009

Apr. 2nd, 2009

Mar. 28th, 2009

Mar. 26th, 2009

Mar. 23rd, 2009

Mar. 17th, 2009

Mar. 13th, 2009

Mar. 5th, 2009

Jan. 20th, 2009

Jan. 16th, 2009

Jan. 12th, 2009

Jan. 8th, 2009

Dec. 30th, 2008

Dec. 27th, 2008

Dec. 26th, 2008

Dec. 23rd, 2008

Dec. 15th, 2008

Dec. 12th, 2008

Dec. 8th, 2008

Dec. 4th, 2008

Dec. 2nd, 2008

Nov. 29th, 2008

Nov. 24th, 2008

Nov. 22nd, 2008

Nov. 17th, 2008

Nov. 13th, 2008

Nov. 8th, 2008