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Dancing The Blackadon Reel. Jack the Knife Part 2.

Postby Tavey » Mon Apr 30, 2012 12:09 pm

For a while, they had been driving along a road that was bordered on one side by open fields completely devoid of any cover and a very tall forbidding stone wall on the other. The gates appeared suddenly as they rounded a corner. Two massive columns topped by huge granite roundels supported the kind of gate that was normally only seen in movies.

"The roundels have anti personnel armaments in them. Triggered by motion once they are armed from within the gatehouse." Said Wen as she pulled up to a security pad and opened her window to lean out and punch an access code into the number pad. "This place wasn't always a hospital and it shows in how the buildings are placed."

Slowly the gates opened in front of them. Wen pulled through and waited until they had closed behind them. She waited for a moment. "Please remember not to go wandering off by yourselves. This place has a lot of secrets. Not least of which is why Camron is here, now and pretending to be Jack Harkness."

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Wen drove at a more or less steady pace along the long driveway to the main entrance. She pulled neatly into one of the parking spaces.

Once everyone was out of the vehicle, including Matilda the robot prostitute created to trap Jack the Ripper so long ago, Wen locked the doors. Together they walked to the enormous and heavy main doors.

"Overkill." Wen muttered.

No sooner had they opened the doors than an orderly rushed over to them.

"Miss MacFie?" he asked breathlessly. "Please.. come this way. We have the intruder waiting in one of the rooms over here. "

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Matilda suddenly refused to move, but stood in her normal pose of complete disintrest in everything around her, facing the doors.

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Re: Dancing The Blackadon Reel. Jack the Knife Part 2.

Postby KendleRJ » Mon Apr 30, 2012 1:13 pm

Was it a relief to be moving amidst the familiar terrain? Or was it more of a twisted mockery to be going somewhere other than home? As the trees whipped by, Punkin Thomas watched, more than acutely aware that since she had been there, things had most assuredly changed. Her original desire to go to London was the pull of the energy, and the hope to warn and, perhaps idealistically but honourably just the same, try to save Wen.

In the face of everything she had discovered, or perhaps was revealed to her, she realized how ridiculous that must have seemed. It must have appeared radically chivalrous, but also monumentally naïve. She almost laughed bitterly at her recollection, and focussed her attention fully on the scenery, so hauntingly familiar, that it twisted in her gut like a cruel knife.

So many knew Wen so much better; so many had been a part of her recovery, her insanity, and her life. Quin was connected. Merlin was everything. Fred was... well Fred. And Punkin realized slowly that she was a dalliance. As though this was a sudden revelation and she grinned wryly. It was play, exploration and mutual satisfaction on a deeper level. For Punkin, it was a necessity more often than not.

The air around her was alive with something, crackling with potential, as though if someone sneezed, a Rift might open. Instead, as though answering her unspoken question, their way was barred by heavy gates, looking as though they were right out of an Orson Welles movie. That immediately felt oppressive, and the itching feeling increased, as though someone or something was scratching at the back of her brain.

Slowly the gates opened in front of them. Wen pulled through and waited until they had closed behind them. She waited for a moment. "Please remember not to go wandering off by yourselves. This place has a lot of secrets. Not least of which is why Camron is here, now and pretending to be Jack Harkness."

Rift Chick? Her presence was expected now? And apparently had an explanation that was hidden within these walls. A shiver rolled down her spine as Punkin felt more than saw the gates swing shut behind them. This place made her skin crawl, and she wrapped her arms around herself, palms running up and down them to attempt to infuse warmth. Because it was a chill that sat in the base of her spine, and she secretly wished that she had gone the way of Grace and Quin.

Once everyone was out of the vehicle, including Matilda the robot prostitute created to trap Jack the Ripper so long ago, Wen locked the doors. Together they walked to the enormous and heavy main doors.

Punkin dragged her feet, scuffing her shoes along the gravel and falling further and further behind. She stood side by side with Matilda as she realized the Clockwork Tart wasn't moving either. That gave her a mixed sense of relief; it didn't appear that Jack was inside. Looking over her shoulder she realized what that meant.

Jack was still out there.

Punkin stepped away and joined the rest of them, doing her best to keep up despite the growing discomfort she felt.

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Re: Dancing The Blackadon Reel. Jack the Knife Part 2.

Postby SLAJaime » Tue May 01, 2012 9:21 pm

Camron stood out side the door to the cell holding Patient 84 inside she bought the key up to the lock and paused for a moment turning to look at the guards sat by the table out sit she Placed the file and key on the desk undoing her hopper off her hand only thing it was good for was crummy holographic disguises and voice changing aside form a gps these days She took it off turning it off and putting it on the table she just looked at the guards who had known all along she was not Jack Harkness but they was waiting for Wen and her team to get there as she placed it on the desk looking at them she just turned to way

"you know what to do with them I assume"she said walking away from them heading back the way she had come she knew wen would Pick them up so she headed for the canteen area for a snack .

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Re: Dancing The Blackadon Reel. Jack the Knife Part 2.

Postby Tavey » Fri May 04, 2012 5:34 pm

"you know what to do with them I assume"she said walking away from them heading back the way she had come she knew wen would Pick them up so she headed for the canteen area for a snack .

It turned out she was more scared of what was be hided that door than she knew.

The orderly took the key from her, glanced at a screen in front of him and waited for the show.

As Camron walked along the corridor she could hear the voices of her colleagues in front of her, getting closer. Wen was the first to walk around the corner, followed by the rest.

Wen stopped and looked sadly at the young woman in front of her, then down the hall. She thought for a moment about which room was down there.

"You don't want to do that." she said, after a longish uncomfortable silence. "Besides, we have some Jack hunting to do, and not the one you've been pretending to be. Come on Camron, let's go find us a ripper."

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Together they headed towards the office area, ignoring most of the security guards who either jumped to attention or tried to get in the way. Secretly, Wen still loved that part of her job. Being able to smile sweetly at someone "In Charge" and explain that if they didn't move their ass out of the way, she would have the ass removed.. possibly surgically, was a delightful thrill. Even a hundred years hadn't changed that.

Finally they arrived at the office of the Head Warden, disguised as the Hospital Administrator. Derowen wiggled her fingers at the secretary and then knocked once, sharply, on the door before opening it.

A tall thin man dressed in a grey pinstripe suit looked up from his desk. He had the kind of pinched face that reminded folk of rats, and the expression of someone who'd just smelt something incredibly pungent and unpleasant.

"MacFie." he muttered. "What are you doing here?"

Wen motioned for her folk to fan out in the room and do whatever they wished. She chose to sit in one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs he'd placed in front of his desk, and put her feet up on the edge of it, crossing her ankles.

"Partly business and partly pleasure." She replied, her tone just a touch too even. "I do so love irritating you when I get the chance."

"Now see here! You can't talk to me lik.."

"Oh but I can. Fred, please could you explain to this lovely man, who's name is conveniently enough, Jones, what we're doing? The rest of you, somewhere in here is a list of patients who have been locked up here for a decade or more. I want that list. I also want the hidden books that he's got stashed away. And if anyone is feeling particularly frisky, I'm pretty sure there's a bottle of scotch in the bottom drawer of his desk, and probably some porn too." Wen didn't stop smiling as she spoke. Which made it all the more satisfying to see Jones gulp and look pale.

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"And that reaction means that there's something else in here that he doesn't want us to find. We need to get it, whatever it happens to be." Derowen finished, then leaned forward to point at Jones. "If you're hurting them again... I won't be happy."

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Re: Dancing The Blackadon Reel. Jack the Knife Part 2.

Postby Black Scar Ozzy » Sat May 05, 2012 4:34 pm

Fred was looking up at the large and heavy doors. He heard Derowen say something, yet even though he was just behind her, he didn’t catch what she said. He knew what this place was, and he was scared to cross the threshold. After all, Derowen should have had him locked up in here. He watched as the others crossed the threshold and while he could guess why Matilda stopped, he wondered why Punkin had slowed down. He grinned as he watched her look back. As he over took her, to catch up with the others he said.
“Scared Punkin? You should be.” And he strode off ahead of her. He had almost caught up with Derowen when they came across Camron. The poor kid didn’t look her usual perky self. He wondered who was in here that Camron was interested in. He followed behind the two of them as Derowen lead the way, and they ended up in the head wardens office. He leaned up next to the doorway and crossed his arms, but Derowen had other ideas.

"Oh but I can. Fred, please could you explain to this lovely man, who's name is conveniently enough, Jones, what we're doing? The rest of you, somewhere in here is a list of patients who have been locked up here for a decade or more. I want that list. I also want the hidden books that he's got stashed away. And if anyone is feeling particularly frisky, I'm pretty sure there's a bottle of scotch in the bottom drawer of his desk, and probably some porn too."

Fred grinned his wolfish grin, as he pushed off the wall and walked over to the desk.
“Good Evening Jones. We are here for one Jack the Ripper. We know he’s in the area.” Fred looked over at Derowen, his look asking if he’d forgotten anything.

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Re: Dancing The Blackadon Reel. Jack the Knife Part 2.

Postby Jake Sjet » Sun May 06, 2012 11:37 am

John was sorely tested by Wen’s promise of Scotch. Single or blended, aged or bathroom warm he cared not for the taste of his alcohol at the moment. Sobriety brought with it a clarity of the mind that John had long since found to be a distraction to the mission. Some things were best blurred away with industrial solvent than allowed to form solid etchings in his memory. But tonight was going to be one of those nights, and being a little on edge might be for the best.

He smiled at the put upon Warden, bypassing the desk entirely until he stood by a wall under the mournful scene of a truly ghastly painting. The original canvas glittered with oily residue that only made the scene within the frame more surreal. It showed a down on his luck clown in black garb, the sole of his shoe falling away, the flower in his lapel wilted and dead, kneeling before an open steamer trunk

From the trunks lid came a billowing cloud of white smoke, from within which the form of smartly dressed white clowns could be seen. But their faces were done up in gay colours, their expressions a study in the psychotic mind set with jagged teeth and claws. These were the clowns of hell set forth upon the earth. It was befitting that the steamer trunk was labelled as the property of ‘Pando’, and it certainly fit the theme of a place like this.

“I hate clowns.” John said softly, raising a gloved finger tip to the painting and placing that tip in the far right hand corner where canvas met frame. With a greasy hiss he drew his finger down the frame, the canvas parting easily enough as he brushing his hand down, and then across the top, letting the painting flop down. As it did so, the wall behind it became visible, presenting a cancerous growth of thick steel and oiled tumblers.

“Why do people still hide safes behind paintings? Has no one moved on since the 60’s?” he muttered, tearing away more of the painting to reveal the combination lock and the heavy inset handle. He turned back to Jones, and then eyed Wen.

“You know dear, he’s probably been toying with the patients here. I know the type, hell I use to be the type.” He purred softly “Want me to...’ask’ him for the combination? I promise I’ll leave him with enough faculties to tend a nice little garden here. I’m not a monster.”

His smile widened a little, his eyes flickering to Jones.

“Well...not all of me is.”

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Re: Dancing The Blackadon Reel. Jack the Knife Part 2.

Postby SLAJaime » Sun May 06, 2012 12:47 pm

"You don't want to do that." she said, after a longish uncomfortable silence. "Besides, we have some Jack hunting to do, and not the one you've been pretending to be. Come on Camron, let's go find us a ripper."


Camron Looked at her a little pale in the face missing her Wrist device and a some other things she had picked up along the way

“You tell me do I want it ? Or Don't I ? Am not even sure what am looking for is here any more “

She went Quiet again She looked up at Fred briefly before turning away she thought About things for that second and turned following them to the Wardens office thinking how disgusted they must be with her right now about the sneaking around and games she played.

She waited for Derowen to finish talking and slipped out of the office not going far from sight at all this time she stood her back to the wall of the office and sunk down to her knees resting her head on her hands and taking in a deep breath. She had not expect her self to hand her Toy's over to the guards and walk away from that cell door so it was still annoying her as to why she did that a well as handing over the file she had been reading on Llewella Briallen . It made no real sense to her as to what that name was or why it was important to her it was Just the woman’s first and middle name

She didn't stand up right away she stayed where she was and simply called out in a Low sad and confused tone of voice which was out of place for her as she normally was full of attitude and the odd bit of spite .

“ Derowen MacFie do you have a moment ?”

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Re: Dancing The Blackadon Reel. Jack the Knife Part 2.

Postby Kris » Sun May 06, 2012 2:25 pm

Either she hadn't really been paying attention, or just things were moving so fast (it was only her second day after all), but Rika found herself with the others in a place that didn't used to be a hospital but now was...it was all a bit confusing. Not only that, a new person had joined the group, though the others knew who she was.

"Don't go wandering off" she'd heard, and to look for a list. Where did she fit into all this? The others seemed to have a job to do. What was she, someone who liked to look for spooky things? A bit of medic training but the team had medics. All she could do was stay back to make sure nothing happened. She put herself as a door guard almost, until she was told that she had a part.

The Cameron/new person was just a bit odd to her though.

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Re: Dancing The Blackadon Reel. Jack the Knife Part 2.

Postby KendleRJ » Tue May 08, 2012 6:54 pm

The atmosphere was heavy, a slow and throbbing ebb that pulled at her senses, and made Punkin so on edge that if someone had dropped a book, she might have jumped. Not even Go-Ahead-And-Drop-Dead-Already Fred's little jibe could push through the thickness of it. They all seemed so calm, so confident and at ease. Except for Rift Chick who looked more like a family member had passed on than who or what story she had been passing at them.

There were things to be located, information to be discovered, and Punkin looked at the man behind the desk. This Jones. Through bars. The blinds threw an odd shadow across her face, and she felt so far away. Her violet eyes flickered slightly, and an anger flared up so completely unfounded that it nearly took her breath away. Something... seemed...

Shaking her head as if to clear it, she moved away from the desk. Fred had Dr. Jones well in hand, so to speak, and a part of her actually relished the pain that was about to be inflicted upon him. At least, part of her, a dark energy, hoped that there was much pain to be inflicted. She turned to look at Merlin and smiled, one that didn't reach her eyes. Flashing a glance at Wen, she watched as Camron led her out of the office. "I think that Wen asked for information, Mr. Smith," she said softly, an edge to her voice that was uncharacteristic. Things felt familiar. And she didn't like it one little bit.

"I'm going to take a look for somethings hidden... and I have a feeling I'm not going to take much care in doing so..." She looked at Merlin quite directly. "I don't expect that you should either."

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Re: Dancing The Blackadon Reel. Jack the Knife Part 2.

Postby Foxy » Wed May 09, 2012 3:45 pm

It was only a day trip away from where the rest of the team were, but might as well have been in another world. Grace and Quin were in radio silence, only a pair of pay as you go mobiles a second hand laptop and a 3G dongle between them, bought with a purloined credit card. Grace made a mental note to reimurse the victim later. They were, after all, supposed to be the good guys - albeit desperate good guys.

Nearer to their destination, Grace stopped by at a few out-of-city shops. Fewer CCTV feeds to associate, even if the items she was buying seemed nondescript by themselves. Amazing what you could put together with duct tape, a soldering iron and patience. Between that and the trap doors she had already laid in UNIT's code, they actually stood a chance.

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Re: Dancing The Blackadon Reel. Jack the Knife Part 2.

Postby LrShadow » Thu May 10, 2012 8:41 am

To many voices, to many things vying for his attention. Nathan stared at the window of the SUV, staring into the two small glowing spheres of light reflected there. One red, one green, both of them reflections of his eyes in the dark glass of Torchwoods legendary vehicle. The others talked, at least there was noised that Nathan thought of would be talk, but they were background noise compared to the information scrolling... competing across his vision. At least the PDA's kept the same color coding so he had some idea which piece of info went to the previous sentence. Sometimes it was a block or paragraph, and other times it was one line red another line green. And the colors... some animal part of him was both intrigued and infuriated. He would probably hate Christmas colors for the rest of his life.

John smith had waxed all wise and such with a speech about preferring to be mortal. Oh, there had been a time Nathan had wished he had not been, that he could spend the ages with Jack... oh so lovely, heart breakingly lonely Jack Harkness. Yes, he had known the man quite well, or at least as well as a mortal lover could have, or ever will. There would always be others for a man who will live nearly forever.

The SUV stopped and Nathan moved on autopilot, stepping onto rocks one step in front of the other, hearing but not really listening to the voices around him as the data from two PDAs overlaid a red & green diagram with information flooding over and through him. Nathan wanted to stop it, but also wanted to know which was right and which was wrong.

They stepped inside and Nathan realized there was oppressive energy weighing heavy on his head and shoulders. Pushing him down with the despair that the very walls themselves gave off. This place was not only a hospital, but it was also a tomb. Glancing down at his feet was no help as the red and green lines painted levels below this floor so that all of the information was his. Glancing up at the doors they passed Nathan found conflicting names over doorways, or sometimes doors highlighted in blank walls. His own name appears on just such a wall causing him to stop, falling behind the others as he stared at the blank wall.

'No!' his mind raged as the list of crimes scrolled down the right side of his vision. Also a list of medications and history of "treatments". Nathans heart sank as the approval forms locked in some far away vault were shown to have the signature of Derowen and Jack. Both approved of all of the "necessary" precautions of keeping Nathan Scotts out of the public's view and the added safety measures to keep him... he himself, from harming himself.

'Is this what it would all come to?' he thought to himself as he stepped forward and placed his forehead against the cool surface that in reality looked like a wall, but in this new tortured version of Nathans vision was a door to his very own cell.

Maybe it was the overwhelming sadness or oppression that fed his vision, or maybe it was just the need to know information for the sake of information itself. Knowing wasn't half the battle for Nathan, it was just the first small step when it came to knowing two different possibilities. He allowed a soft sigh to escape him as he turned to follow the others into the office of an oppressor.

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Re: Dancing The Blackadon Reel. Jack the Knife Part 2.

Postby Tavey » Sun May 20, 2012 9:44 am

“Why do people still hide safes behind paintings? Has no one moved on since the 60’s?” he muttered, tearing away more of the painting to reveal the combination lock and the heavy inset handle. He turned back to Jones, and then eyed Wen.

"Oh very nice." Wen complimented. "A bit archaic, but it's not like we can complain."

“You know dear, he’s probably been toying with the patients here. I know the type, hell I use to be the type.” He purred softly “Want me to...’ask’ him for the combination? I promise I’ll leave him with enough faculties to tend a nice little garden here. I’m not a monster.”

Derowen paused for that slightly extra long beat that said that she was waiting to hear the next line, because the next line would be the make or break. It wasn't that long ago, for them, that John had been consumed by a monster that had taken his form, twisted emotions into spirals of hatred, love, friendship and despair. She waited to hear whether or not she'd have to kill this new John Smith.

His smile widened a little, his eyes flickering to Jones.

“Well...not all of me is.”

And there is was, the subtle relaxing that said that she was feeling much better all round.

About then, a small voice from the doorway distracted her. She turned to see Camron standing there.

“ Derowen MacFie do you have a moment ?”

"Certainly. Carry on my darlings. Don't break him too badly. He's useful in his own way." She said as she headed for the doorway. Once outside, she closed the door to. . muffle any sounds from within.

"So, what's up?" She asked Camron quietly. "This is a bad place for you to crawl around and yet you're here anyway. Why have you been gone so long this time?"

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Inside the office, Jones was beginning to bluster, standing up and snarling at the team that they couldn't do this, he was employed by The Government and that he'd report them all for this.

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However, once he took a serious 'look' at the five of them in there, he settled and became more helpful.

"Look, I don't know anything about the Ripper. I really don't. We've got one or two of the descendants of the victims in here since they all seem to suffer from paranoid delusions that he's coming back for them, but that's about it. And stop playing with that damn safe!"

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Re: Dancing The Blackadon Reel. Jack the Knife Part 2.

Postby Black Scar Ozzy » Wed May 23, 2012 9:36 am

"Certainly. Carry on my darlings. Don't break him too badly. He's useful in his own way."

Fred grinned his wolfish grin, as he stalked around the desk. He raised his hands, flexing his fingers as he did so, before balling them into fists.
“Let’s see what you’re truly made off Jones.” Fred snared.

Inside the office, Jones was beginning to bluster, standing up and snarling at the team that they couldn't do this, he was employed by The Government and that he'd report them all for this.

Fred laughed in Jones face; his whole body seemed to shift slightly so that it pulsed menace and intent to do some serious damage. Here was a Fred that the torchwood team had yet to see. The side of Fred that faced the monsters of the Universe and became one itself to survive.

However, once he took a serious 'look' at the five of them in there, he settled and became more helpful.

"Look, I don't know anything about the Ripper. I really don't. We've got one or two of the descendants of the victims in here since they all seem to suffer from paranoid delusions that he's coming back for them, but that's about it. And stop playing with that damn safe!"

Fred’s hand snapped put and grabbed Jone’s neck, before pulling the man forward so they were nose to nose.
“He’s back for them.” Fred’s voice wasn’t more than a whisper but it still carried a clear threat of violence. “Which rooms?”

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Re: Dancing The Blackadon Reel. Jack the Knife Part 2.

Postby LrShadow » Thu May 24, 2012 9:13 am

Nathan shuddered with Fred's need for violence, especially as the feelings built exultant to be released. Slipping out of the office while Wen's back was turned Nathan turned down the nearest hallway and began walking.

PDA in hand it was a short moment before he was logged onto the local network and pulling up the hospitals roster. He liked to think of the place as a place of healing, the alternative was to unpleasant for Nathans mind to allow. Things would be a whole lot different if he had been in charge of this place. Who knows, if he truly was stuck here, maybe he could avoid taking up residence and become a member of the staff.

A 3D display of the place was an easy find. Apparently it was a hotlink for the staff so they could find their way.

"Interesting, they even zone the place out so the staff do not cross into the wrong areas." he muttered as he took random turns, letting his feet take him where they would. "Oh, looky here, they have everyone tagged. Precautions I would guess, just in case they escaped." Nathan could not help his on pessimism, probably left over from Freds need for violence.

"You look a little lost Mr." came a scratchy voice from Nathans right.

THWAP!

Something large, soft and traveling very quickly smacked Nathan in the face. As he staggered the white object moved away from his face as his backside met the wall of the hallway behind him. His heart seemed to have lodged itself into his throat, so Nathan was unable to call out ans the large white object stopped it's backward progress and moved in for the kill.

THWAP!

Pillow met with Nathans face once more and was accompanied by a kind of cackling laughter coming from the other side of the pillow. Nathan attempted to dodge out of the way, but the pillow found it's mark to his midsection. Being a large man was not a good thing when it came to a... pillow fight? Yep, thats what it seemed to be. An old man in his 70's had decided Nathan was an excellent target and was pummeling him for all the old sucker was worth.

It was only a few seconds, but finally the thumping stopped and the old mans wheezes replaced the sudden silence. Nathan looked up smiling, unable to help himself.

"Hey, thats no fair, I do not even have a pillow!" Nathan tried indignant, but his bright smiling face deflected any semblance of anger.

"Ha... you should... have come... prepared... ya old man!" the elderly man wheezed, having used all his strength in battering Nathan with the overstuffed pillow. Nathan suspected it was several pillows in one pillow case.

"Who are you calling old...." he began and remembered where he was. Technically speaking Nathan was not even born yet, but he was also much older then the man before him his body having been treated from the future for many years of time traveling. Glancing down at his PDA it showed the tracker for the man before him. Nathan tapped the name, Martin Fraanke... age 12? It also ID'd him as one of the descendents they were looking for.

'12 years old?' Nathan thought as he stared at the 70+ year old man before him. 'All that time lost to the boy, wonder what caused it?'

"Ok, ok, ya got me you pup. Now what are you doing out of your room, besides looking for a target?"

"Nothing." The old mans smile lit up his young eyes. It was the eyes that really threw off the old man look. They were eager, playful, and full of wonder and knowing young experience that came with being a teenage boy. Martin rested his back against the wall as his strength gave out. Slowly his left arm rose to point past Nathan, his lips working trying to get words out. "Bad... Jacob... no.."

BONGGGGGggggggggg....

The sounds of Nathans head seem to echo through the bare hallways long a well tuned bell. Nathan staggered while trying to keep himself between Martin and this Jacob who had sneaked up on him. Another man, in his 40's Nathan would guess, was standing there with a dented bed pan staring in shock at the pan. Nathan was having trouble standing, but with a force of will he righted the tilting hallway and stood his ground.

"What the heck was that for!?!?" he raged, holding his hand against the back of his head. "I didn't do anything to you!"

"How... what..." the man stammered, looking from the dented pan to Nathans head trying to decide if he needed to have another go at Nathan or look for a new weapon. Neither prospect sounded very good to Nathan.




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Re: Dancing The Blackadon Reel. Jack the Knife Part 2.

Postby SLAJaime » Thu May 24, 2012 7:40 pm

"So, what's up?" She asked Camron quietly. ""So, what's up?" She asked Camron quietly. "This is a bad place for you to crawl around and yet you're here anyway. Why have you been gone so long this time?"


She looked up at Wen not " I want to know why I am not meant to know what in is in that cell whats so important that I don't find it ?" she too a small breath

"I went to do some shall we say research on torch wood Torch wood 3 interesting place as is 7 and 5 don't you think .

why her? why Llewella Briallen " camron looked like she had seen or read about a ghost some she didn't like"
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Re: Dancing The Blackadon Reel. Jack the Knife Part 2.

Postby Foxy » Sun May 27, 2012 2:44 pm

Quin crouched in the eaves of the building. It had looked like a decrepit portacabin from the outside - common on many an old military base. The inside wasn't a whole lot shinier, but there were alarms, traps and surveillance gear aplenty - even some he suspected were alien - but they'd got in without triggering anything. So far so good...

Grace's voice buzzed in his ear. "Any distinguishing marks on the shelves? We're looking for 36D..."

Quin could not resist the quip, he wasn't in the best place to be finding innuendos but he wouldn't be Quin if he didn't try.

"Sounds like my kind of number," he said. "Does it hold any significance for you?"

She studiously ignored him.

While he spoke he was scanning the shelves.

"They seem to have some kind of pattern but it's not in any kind of sequence that I can decipher. He thought for a moment. "Might be some kind of alphanumerical code. I can see numbers followed by letters. It isn't Fibonacci. Typical tricky military."

"Get me a closeup," Grace prompted. Described it could be anything, but if she could get a close look, she might be able to work it out."

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Postby Quin » Wed May 30, 2012 5:29 pm

"They seem to have some kind of pattern but it's not in any kind of sequence that I can decipher. He thought for a moment. "Might be some kind of alphanumerical code. I can see numbers followed by letters. It isn't Fibonacci. Typical tricky military."

"Get me a closeup," Grace prompted. Described it could be anything, but if she could get a close look, she might be able to work it out."

Quin aimed the mobile phone and the picture was taken. "On its way," he said as he attached the image and sent it.

"Not a wonderfully clear shot, but we do our best with what we have."

Quin was regretting the loss of his state of the art Torchwood mobile. Even his own phone was better than the one he was using. But heck a number was a number was a number even when it had letters added.
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Postby KendleRJ » Wed May 30, 2012 6:38 pm

As Jones was questioned and spluttered all of his drivel, the one thing that occurred to Punkin Thomas was the fact that Matilda still stood, like a sentinel, out front. Perhaps, if what Just Drop Dead Already Fred was right, and the Ripper was back for these folks?

Wouldn't it stand to reason that their very own Timey-Wimey Clockwork Tart Ripper Detector might give them a heads-up? What they were looking for might be all moot if the being/creature/alien guy came to find them all in one convenient take away spot. Almost like Ripper smorgasbord, or some rot.

"Seems that too many angry folks in one room might cause a bit more destruction than the place might be able to handle," she said sweetly. "You all have everything well in hand, so I should leave you to it." Fingers in the safe, fingers in Jones... the possibilities were endless. There was still some sort of malevolence she felt toward the man and this facility, but there was no way she would be able to release her inner anger to her own satisfaction.

"I'm going to watch the Clockwork Tart, and you ring if you need anything." Punkin didn't expect that to be the case; in fact, she might be the one ringing if Matilda started moving again.

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Re: Dancing The Blackadon Reel. Jack the Knife Part 2.

Postby Foxy » Tue Jun 12, 2012 2:43 pm

Grace cursed the picture quality. That would need at least two runs through a filter to be any use. Good thing she'd loaded this shiny new laptop with enough nifty freeware to sink a battleship. Heck, she probably could do just that, at a push...

No - focus needed now. Literally and figuratively.

As the picture cleared, she ran the codes it showed through a pattern recog program. It didn't take long and when it spat out the results, she burst out laughing. Honestly, was there nothing so hide-bound as the military? When would they ever get around to changing their systems?

She texted Quin back with directions to the box she wanted. Hopefully, they could be in and gone in minutes. The next guard was due by in... she checked her watch... twelve minutes.
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Re: Dancing The Blackadon Reel. Jack the Knife Part 2.

Postby Black Scar Ozzy » Tue Jun 12, 2012 4:45 pm

Jones tried to utter an answer but all he could manage with Fred’s fist squeezing his throat was a croak, as he tried to pry Fred’s fingers from around his neck. He croaked again, trying to convey that he couldn’t talk. He was seeing black spots when the grip on his neck loosened enough for him to be able to suck in some much needed air. He coughed as his body tried to expel the used up air while trying to suck in fresh air at the same time. He looked into the hazel eyes of the man called Fred, who looked ready to kill him, and wondered what psychological trauma this man must have endured to loose his humanity like this. Then he remembered that Fred was a Torchwood employee.

“There’s one in room 108 in the east wing. The other is in room 212 in the west wing.” He managed to utter in a horse voice. Fred let him go at last, and Jones rubbed his sore neck.
“See, that wasn’t so hard.” Fred said to him. Jones watched as Fred started to turn away, and let out a sigh of relief. He saw Fred turn back towards him, fist raised high, but the sudden attack caught him off guard.

Fred watched Jones slump backward in his chair, before rubbing his hand from where he’d hit the man.
“There is something about that man that sends a shiver up my spine.” Fred said to himself, before looking up, as he realised everyone was staring at him. “What?” He said, before he realised Nathan and Punkin were absent. Punkin’s absence didn’t bother him. Nathan’s did. He looked at John. “Get the safe open, I’m going to track down Nathan.” With that he strode out of the room, away from their gazes.

He strode past Derowen and the kid with a grunted, “Nathan’s gone.” Before heading into the maze that was Moorhaven, looking for Nathan.

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Re: Dancing The Blackadon Reel. Jack the Knife Part 2.

Postby LrShadow » Wed Jun 13, 2012 9:54 am

With a shrug, the man called Jacob white nuckled the bedpan and took another swing for Nathans head. If Jacob had not shrugged Nathans nose probably would be broken, but instead the hallway resounded with a slightly muted GONG against Nathans elbow. Tiny pins and needles danced their way down to his right hand and up to his arm. The physical force pushing Nathan back down the hall as Jacob began to repeatedly swing.

After the third or so swing, Nathan was never very sure at this point, a well timed pillow landed in Nathans arms and Martin collapsed to the floor exhausted. The moment of surprise stopped Jacobs advance and gave Nathan enough time to grip the pillow with his still working left hand. An upward swing and the bedpan went flying into the air. Still moving, Nathan spun himself around and let the momentum knock Jacob with the pillow in the side of the head and into the halls wall.

THUNK

Jacobs eyes seemed to roll around a moment as he slowly slumped to the floor. Relaxing just a bit Nathan checked his arm for breaks. That was a mistake. A cry of rage returned his attention to Jacob only to find the man tackling him to the floor, Nathans elbow of his good hand going numb a split second before stars appeared before his eyes as the back of his already annoyed head met the floor.

KERTHUMPppp...

"AAARRRRRGGGGGG!!!!!" was all Jacob seemed to understand at the moment as he wrapped his hands around Nathans throat and began to squeeze. Registering more pain Nathan swung his arms at Jacob, but it was little more them meaty stumps.

'Oh boy.' Nathan thought as the tiny multicolored stars he was seeing slowly began to get bigger, while the low light of the hallway started to get a little bit dimmer. 'Now this is a way I had not thought of... strangled by a mentally unstable TW victim. Nice!'

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Postby Kris » Wed Jun 13, 2012 11:27 am

Rika had lost interest in what was happening in the office, though realized that someone was missing; Nathan. Sighing, and knowing she really wasn't sure what to do, she went off to see if she could find the missing one.
She was new, and knew this. But was there any reason to not check on someone of the team? She had a weapon just in case she needed it, though she hoped she didn't, and also that she wouldn't run along anything she wasn't familiar with along the way.
Down along one of the hallways, she heard what sounded like a fight. Pulling her hair to the back of her head, she followed the sound, only to see someone trying to strangle Nathan. Not even sure what she was getting into, she went over and tried to pry the hands off from around his neck.
She may not have known what was happening, or if she was in the right for trying to un-strangle him. But why let someone who was about to pass out actually do so?

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Postby LrShadow » Wed Jun 13, 2012 12:49 pm

Nathan gasped as the air flooded his burning lungs, the hands being removed from his throat. Rolling away from Jacob Nathan did not hear or see who had saved him, nor the look on the madmans face as he stared into the face of an angel.

"Goddess! You have returned! Have you come to save Jacob from this madness, from this state of unending horror?" Jacobs words nearly fell over each other along with the spittle from his mostly toothless mouth. He drew back, his eyes slowly caressing the lovely womans form with his eyes. Then, slowly as if solving a most difficult problem, Jacobs eyes went from surprise, to slits of anger. "No, you are not the Goddess, you are not her who must be feared and followed, the Keeper of Life and Death."

"NO! Get back..." Nathan shouted, but he knew even as the words burst from him that it was to late.

Jacob took another step backwards and let out a howl of anger as he lept into the air to tackle Rika.

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Re: Dancing The Blackadon Reel. Jack the Knife Part 2.

Postby Black Scar Ozzy » Wed Jun 13, 2012 4:01 pm

Fred was striding along, when he heard what sounded like a fight. He paused and cocked his head slightly to one side, as he tried to work out where the sound had come from. He turned around, as back tracked slightly, using the sounds as a guide, before taking a turning that he’d passed by just a minute or two before. He heard Nathan’s voice ring out suddenly, and Fred was sprinting down the corridor. He slid around a turn to see Nathan on the floor and just a foot away two others entangled on the floor.

Fred didn’t waste time to access the situation, before quickly closing the gap between him and the two entangled people. He grabbed the back of the neck of what appeared to be a male patient, to find the new girl beneath him. He slammed the guy against the wall to stop him struggling as well as to ensure he didn’t loose his grip on the man.
“You two having a private party?” Fred asked Nathan and Rika.

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Re: Dancing The Blackadon Reel. Jack the Knife Part 2.

Postby Kris » Wed Jun 13, 2012 5:08 pm

Having been pushed to the ground by the male patient, Rika had been trying to kick him off of her to no avail. She was pinned to the ground and could only struggle to keep the man from strangling her like he had Nathan. The man seemed to originally think that she was an angel, then had lept through the air and pinned her down.
Fred was the next image she saw after the man was pulled off her.
“You two having a private party?” Fred asked Nathan and Rika.
Catching her breath, she shook her head, “I...wondered where he'd gone off to,” she nodded to Nathan, “found this man strangling him. Then was attacked after first being thought of as a Goddess.”
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