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Post by allywelyn on Sept 10, 2010 14:51:23 GMT -5
Set during the raining season of the present year
WHEN YOU'RE AT THE END OF THE ROAD & YOU LOST ALL SENSE OF CONTROL ,
& your thoughts have taken their toll[/color] ,[/size] --------------------------------------------------------------------- The dark haired, dangerous beauty ran after the alien. They were becoming more and more active since the Rift started to act up, and she was the one the team counted on to catch most of them. All because she was the fastest of the bunch. She can even out run the Bullet Train in Japan if she concentrated hard enough. She ran past the train station, ignoring the patrons in favor of the hunt as she ran faster than a normal human should as she chased the noticeable alien through the place.
“Oh for crying out loud! You should know by now that I don’t give up that easily!” She shouted at the being as she watched it jump up to the roof of the building. Arwen Llywelyn really hated it when extraterrestrials underestimate her and her abilities. She had already chased this thing half way across the city, and she still had more in her. Without looking, she just as easily jumped to the roof behind the creature with little effort on her own.
Arwen then ran across the shingles after the being as it ran from her again. It was pouring down with rain, and she was freezing. Her temper was starting to build, and she noticed that the creature was trying to double back on her. The thing was running her in circles. “Enough is enough. I’m ending this now!” She shouted loud enough so the thing can hear her. She stood still in order to track her prey. She decided to let her instincts kick in for this hunt. She needed to see what pattern the creature was running in, and she could cut him off if she could see it in time.
”Speaking…”
’Thinking…’
”Other person talking…”
---------------------------------------------------------------------TAGGED !? Open !?
HOW MANY !? 288 !?
LISTENING TO !? Merchant of Death by AC/DC !?
LYRICS BY !? GREEN DAY - 21 GUNS !?
CREDIT TO !? RORA @ C. AFFAIRS[/color][/b] !?[/size][/center][/size]
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Post by stray on Sept 12, 2010 5:40:34 GMT -5
The day was rather warm, a golden sun shone down onto the American streets. A young looking women's gaze was fixed onto an old looking brown wrist strap that was fastened tightly to her left wrist. Hastily she moved her right hand towards three small buttons on her wrist strap, tapping in a three digit code brushing away a few strands of dark hair before a sudden down pour of rain immediately hit her from above the environment around her quickly altering from the hushed American streets outside Torchwood-Four to the now wet and damp milieu of England "Ugh...Why now?" She muttered, a chill rushing down her spine before her dark gaze shifted towards her wrist strap that was now beeping rather quietly mostly due to the fact that the sound was being drowned out by the rain that drummed with a steady beat onto the hard and wet tarmac floor. "Rift activity?" She said, her voice barely a whisper compared to the thudding of rain to the ground beneath her feet.
She spun around hastily, her rather acute hearing picking up on an alien growl in the distance. She paused, "What the hell..." She mumbled, wiping her wet forehead moving closer to where she heard the in-human growl. She could of sworn she had seen a human figure jump into the night sky, automatically her hand slid down to where her Semi-Automatic resided her hand gripping tightly onto it as she pulled it out of her belt loop.
She was feeling trigger happy right now, able to shoot anything that was motivated whether or not the creature or human carried a perception filter along with it which seemed rather implausible but not impossible "Okay..." She muttered silently to herself, moving forward quickly before slipping into the shadows despite the heavy rain that seemed content on slowing her down. Her expression changed to that of a rather despondent look as heavy rain pelted down hitting her with extreme force, she wasn't used to weather like this. Most of the time she'd have herself away from the rain, but there was something unusual lurking here and her wrist strap was most certainly beeping in agreement despite the fact that it couldn't think for its self.
Her eyes darted around as they attempted to lock onto any sort of un-earthly creature that may or may not be on the prowl in the small country of England, she lowered her gun almost reluctently as the beeping of her wrist strap ceased "It must have ran out of range..." She muttered quietly, she knew she was going to either have to catch it or perhaps even inform the team at Torchwood-four about this incident. After all, aliens on the prowl could become a dangerous threat if not treated.
After she had shoved her gun back in her belt loop she rumaged through her pockets, intent on finding something. At last, finally her hand grabbed onto a rather small and grey ear-peice and quickly without almost a second passing she found herself putting it on her ear and already shouting stuff through it "Hey! It's me Stray, I've found something pretty unusual about...It's alien, despite the fact its gone out of range I think we can track it down" She said, waiting for a reply but obviously she failed to get one "Should I deal with it, or just let it rampage across Earth" She said again, her voice had a slight tone of anger in it this time "Listen, if you don't reply..." She said again, cutting of and angrily snatching her ear-peice off and shoving it in her pocket. |
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Post by Owen Harper on Sept 12, 2010 16:34:03 GMT -5
He was at Logan Airport. He had lost a luggage all ready since the British Airways landed. He was not in the best of moods. One he had been sent to work in Boston, Massachusetts. He was stationed at Torchwood Four as Senior officer. Owen mobile phone rang, he answered it.
"I am on it!" he said on the phone. "Patch me a map."
Thank god he recently left the last customs. It was torture enough to go through their customs. Good thing Owen was a runner because he had a lot of ground to cover. "Patch me to the team Four," Owen yelled. "Not a second on this land there is trouble, this Owen your senior officer on his way!"
Boston smelled bad as London, but not bad as Cardiff. Owen was coughing on the smogness smell of the city. He had noticed there had been a lot of dark colours in this city and people are little chubby. The Torchwood Four computer person was telling Owen where to go. "Thank you for your assistant," he said as he was running.
He had not a gun on him. It was part of the missing luggage. He had to use his wits. He almost got hit by a car as he ran across the street, "SHIT! They drive on the fucking wrong side of the road!" Swearing, Own sworn he saw death standing there for him when that car almost hit him.
"Don't kill it unless you have too," he ordered in the microphone on his ear piece he had. That was one piece of equipment that customs had not taken away
The rain had not bothered Owen, rain was something he was accustomed. He heard a young lady over the ear piece. "Deal with it! Keep on it. Don't let it go! Do we have a tracker?" he was yelling. He was going to be a asshole here. He knew it. He hated change and he hated it all ready! But he liked the adventure running after an alien.
"I am going to cut it off," he said looking down at the wrist watch he had with the map on it. It was a neat little new equipment they had. It had made him think of Jack.
"What the hell is that!" he said seeing a blur on his screen. "What the? Their is TWO! One chasing the other?" the computer person on the other end. "Oh. That blur is ours...SHIT she's fucking fast!"
"Stray! Looks there is a street you can cut through to catch the alien," he said. "and please no one don't get injure. I don't have my medical equipment on me."
Famous last words, Owen get grabbed by the alien, "I mean me..." he tried to kick the beast.
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Post by allywelyn on Sept 12, 2010 21:05:07 GMT -5
WHEN YOU'RE AT THE END OF THE ROAD & YOU LOST ALL SENSE OF CONTROL ,& your thoughts have taken their toll [/color] ,[/size] ---------------------------------------------------------------------Arwen had decided that a change was in order, so she packed up what little belongings she had and shipped herself to the United States. She had decided to make Boston her home, and just like London it was riddled with aliens. So she had gotten her ’hunting’ supplies out of storage and went freelance once again. However, during one contract, she came across a team that went by Torchwood. She must have made quite an impression as they had offered her a position with them. It was either take the offer or have one of three things happen: get killed, locked up, or be watched for the rest of her life. She didn’t need to be told twice what the logical explanation was.
She noticed that a female had traced the alien and her during the chase, but she couldn’t stop to take care of the other at the moment. The creature had just tore apart a German shepherd guard dog before Arwen started to detain it. When the comm unit in her ear went off she knew then at the female was Stray, a co-worker. So she didn’t have to slow down or worry about a civilian yet. She then watched as the alien started to double back to toward the airport. She had a forbidding feeling about what is going to happen. She knew that she had to do something before someone got hurt.
Her feeling was confirmed when the thing had taken a man in a choke hold. She watched it carefully as it placed it’s hostage between the two of them. So she now knew that the creature had some sort of intelligence. The ear piece the man had in his ear was identical to her own, and knew that this man was with her same organization. ”I see that you are capable of some kind of intelligent thought as through your actions. I’m also assuming that you can understand me. So I will tell you what. You let him go, and you give me your all. One on one.” She tried to rationalize with it, slowly getting closer to it. She knew her London accent was heavy, but she really didn’t care. Her plan was to distract it long enough to disarm it.
”Speaking…”
’Thinking…’
”Other person talking…”
---------------------------------------------------------------------TAGGED !? Stray, Owen, and Open !?
HOW MANY !? 379 !?
LISTENING TO !? Kryptonite by 3 Doors Down !?
LYRICS BY !? GREEN DAY - 21 GUNS !?
CREDIT TO !? RORA @ C. AFFAIRS[/color][/b] !?[/size][/center] |
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Post by stray on Sept 14, 2010 2:13:10 GMT -5
Stray hadn't heard anything, her ear-comm had given out but being her she was most certain it hadn't most certain she was being ignored. Perhaps the slight crackle of white noise was something though, before she had shoved it into her pocket being rather angry about the fact that she thought everyone ignored her all because she was 'different' in some way. Different being that her mother was never human, making her of course half alien half human and despite the fact she was able to do some in-human stuff she always hated being different. Despite not able to hear the commands given to her, she had very easily managed to work out where to cut through she was defiantly going to catch this alien where ever it may be hiding. As far as she was concerned any alien she had ever caught or would ever could never by any means possible more trouble than a Dalek, she remembered them creatures too well after what they had done to some of her own kin. She snapped out of her thoughts, crouching down low to the ground this was simply just like a hunt for prey but either the alien caught is blasted back through the rift, kept in containment cells or just accidentally shot. Stay glanced around quickly, an expression of boredom on her face as she waited for the alien creature to run toward her and maybe trample on her if she wasn't quick enough to move out of the way as well as try and catch the thing. With a press of a few buttons on her trusty wrist-strap - otherwise known as a 'Vortex Manipulator' and all of a sudden a small blue holographic image appeared projected from a small flashing dark blue square shaped light in the corner of her wrist-strap.
With her gaze locked on a red flashing dot moving at hasty speed toward a yellow dot, presumably the alien. Further up on the holographic image was her, a small green dot fading out before slowly fading back in. "So this is where everyones at?" She said quietly to herself, before a few pressing of buttons on her wrist-strap and the holographic image was gone.
She felt like an animal crouching to the ground, hidden behind what looked like a dying auburn bush. As more rain crashed down onto her, she rose her head up peering over the top of the bush which seemed unusually flat as if it had only recently been trimmed. Her gaze was fixed on what seemed like a blurred object in the distance, possibly attacking someone...? She wasn't sure, but already she'd pulled out her gun "Right friend, lets see how you cope under the bullet..." She muttered, despite being some distance away she knew if she fired a shot it would most defiantly reach the creature possibly killing it. Rising up from where she crouched, moving forwards and already her gun following the creatures every move. After a short period of time she had found herself moving closer, her eyes following the creature until she realized; It really was attacking someone, but she was still to far away to see who.
She pulled back on the trigger, forcing herself to shoot at the creature obviously right now someones life was in danger... |
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Post by Owen Harper on Sept 14, 2010 16:43:14 GMT -5
Having aliens' hands around your neck was not a day at a theme park for Owen. He was trying to pull the creature's hands off his neck. He felt light in the head. Thanks by the blockage of the airway.
Turning his head, the alien wasn't sure he was being challenged or not. Owen kicked the creature in the chest. The creature squeezed Owen's throat harder and threw him away like a rag doll.
Flying through the air, Owen back slammed against a wall. He got knocked out.
The alien slowly turned to look at Awren. He made a fighting stance showing his big clawed hands with blood on them. The alien snarled at Awren. He smelled the battle from this lady. It sneered its sharp teeth. "You will die!"
The alien made a leap attack on Awren.
BANG!
The creature stopped in midair as Stray's shot hit the alien. Its face turned shade paler.It stood there a moment, it gurgled out blood, made a growl, and he fell over at Awren's feet. It was a comical death look.
Coming around, Owen slowly opened his eyes. He saw the creature was on the ground. He assumed it was dead. He wiped the blood off his own neck. The alien had clawed at his neck pretty well. Owen worked his way on his feet. He walked over to the two ladies and the dead alien. He leaned down to check the alien.
"We need to take it to base," he said to the two ladies. "Do we have a pick up available," Owen asked for the microphone on his headphone.He tapped the headphone, "Hello? Are you there?" he asked agitated. "Muffles noise," he looked at the girls. "Are you sets working?"
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Post by allywelyn on Sept 15, 2010 22:09:57 GMT -5
WHEN YOU'RE AT THE END OF THE ROAD & YOU LOST ALL SENSE OF CONTROL ,& your thoughts have taken their toll [/color] ,[/size] ---------------------------------------------------------------------Arwen had hoped that this creature would make the smart choice and take her up on her offer. She could see that the thing had made the man’s neck bleed prettily heavily, but ignored it in favor of detaining this dangerous alien. She was sure she could detain it with her eyes close and be deep asleep. She watched it carefully as it tossed its hostage aside like a rag doll, and charge her. She of course crouched down out of pure instinct and waited for it to land on her.
An unmistakable sound whizzed past her, and she stood up just in time to see the thing turn deathly pale and fall like a rock at her feet. It didn’t take a medical genius to see that the creature was indeed dead. The purple blood pooling under the corpse was the dead giveaway. She looked up as Stray joined them, with what could be a satisfied look upon her face. She knew that Stray was the one who had pulled the trigger that ended the hazardous alien’s existence. Even though she knew she could have easily handled the creature, she was also glad that she had such a sharp markswoman on her side as well. ”Great shot, Stray.” She told the woman with an appreciative nod.
The man had somehow regained consciousness, and managed to walk over to the two of them. He of course got right down to business and said that the alien needed to be taken back to base. She nodded her head in agreement, and heard her ear piece crackle when he tried to activate it when he tried to ask base if there was a pick up available. ”Comms are out again. They really need to do something about this…” She commended as she yanked the ear piece out of her ear and shoved it into her pocket. Her accent was thick when she got out her cell phone and dialed a very familiar number. ”Yeah, this is Arwen. We need a pickup and a cleanup crew. Yep, it has been neutralized.” She said into the phone before hanging up. She then turned toward the man, and stuck out her hand. ”I’m Arwen Llywelyn, Weapons Tech. Welcome to Boston.” She greeted and introduced herself, before pointing to the woman next to her. ”And this is Stray.” She added with a smile.
”Speaking…”
’Thinking…’
”Other person talking…”
---------------------------------------------------------------------TAGGED !? Stray, Owen, and Open !?
HOW MANY !? 397 !?
LISTENING TO !? Sound Of Madness by Shinedown !?
LYRICS BY !? GREEN DAY - 21 GUNS !?
CREDIT TO !? RORA @ C. AFFAIRS[/color][/b] !?[/size][/center] |
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Post by stray on Sept 16, 2010 2:02:17 GMT -5
Her gaze was fixed on the dead creature, blood still seemed to be oozing from the fresh gun shot wound created by Stray's bullet. She couldn't move her eyes away from the dead creature that now lay limp by Arwen's feat, it's jaw seemed twisted as if it was soon to let out a horrifying scream as Arwen praised her shot Stray couldn't help but glow with pride despite the fact she had just previously shot another creature - killing it instantly. Her gaze shifted toward the man who had only really just been attacked by the now dead creature, however, Stray remained silent listening to Arwen's introduction carefully before even uttering a simple word "Thank you for the Introduction..." She said, realizing her gun was still gripped tightly by her hand "And...You are?" She muttered, waiting for the man to state his name as evidently he had forgotten his manors the ones that those 'Humans' stuck to.
Purple pools of blood had already surrounded the creature, however, dotted on the what she assumed as the 'paws' of the creature was specks of deep red blood possibly that of the unknown man that had only previously been attacked by the Alien "Any idea what it could be?" She asked, crouching down beside it her black trousers already coated in the purple liquid that oozed out of the creatures wound.
Her eyes scanned the creature with curiosity as she worked to find out what it is, before she turned to her wrist-strap or Vortex Manipulator as it were that was strapped tightly to her left wrist. She brushed away a few strands of dark hair, before rising up her dark green gaze turning to her purple coated trousers "Lovely..." She muttered, rather bitterly. |
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Post by Owen Harper on Sept 16, 2010 14:28:38 GMT -5
Pulling out a pair of latex gloves out of his pant pockets, Owen slipped them on his hands. He saw the purple blood from the alien. He scanned the creature with his eyes. He had never seen an alien like this before. Feeling the body, it was cold and it was wet at the same time. He wished it did not get shot. He hated death.
“Boston…” he said chuckling. “Yea, a great first impression here,” he smirked. “I am Owen Harper, the new doctor for Torchwood.” He had wondered how long he had to be stationed here in United States.
Owen nodded his head when Awren mentioned her headset had not been working. “Do you find that odd?” he asked them. “How often do these headsets go off line?” he would never think of that kind observation before. It was working with Ianto Jones. Ianto Jones rubbed off you in that way. Ianto seem to never miss anything. Ianto could be related to an eagle. Owen personal opinion Ianto needed to loose up. Perhaps Ianto had a jock strap on and it is on way to tight!
Looking back down at the alien, Owen saw a pool of red blood that was his. He bit down on his lower lip. Now he felt the blood coming down his back. He scanned the grounds to see how much blood he lost. The reality of the scene came back to him.
He removed the latex glove off his hand and reached for the back of his neck. It was a deep cut. “This is when the doctor of the team wished he had his medical kit,” he sighed. He applied pressure to the wound. “Any you have medical training?”
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Post by allywelyn on Sept 20, 2010 20:12:00 GMT -5
WHEN YOU'RE AT THE END OF THE ROAD & YOU LOST ALL SENSE OF CONTROL ,& your thoughts have taken their toll [/color] ,[/size] ---------------------------------------------------------------------Arwen watched as first Stray and then the man look over the now dead creature. She of course had taken out her scanner that she had managed to salvage from Torchwood One and make it work again. She then scanned the alien with the scanner and burrowed her eyebrows when the results were displayed. She really did not know what it was, nor has she ever come across anything like it in her ‘career’. The man then asked if the communications system was down often, and if she had found it a bit odd. ”It goes down quite a bit. IT keeps working on it, but they don’t seem to be as good as the department back home. And I do find it a bit peculiar that it keeps happening.” She answered him with a look at Stray wondering if the two of them were thinking the same thing.
The man who had introduced himself as a Dr. Owen Harper, had seemed to realize that he was in real trouble from his current injuries. He tore off his latex exam glove and applied pressure to the back of his neck where he was bleeding pretty darn good. He then asked if either her or Stray had any medical training. She didn’t say a word as she got out her pocket sized first aid kit and tore it open. She always carried a couple with her while she was working. She got out the needed supplies and crouched down to Owen’s level. ”I don’t have medical training. Only first aid.” She told him as she attempted to place a gauze pad on the wound to help stop the bleeding.
”Speaking…”
’Thinking…’
”Other person talking…”
---------------------------------------------------------------------TAGGED !? Stray, Owen, and Open !?
HOW MANY !? 278 !?
LISTENING TO !? mad World by Gary Jules !?
LYRICS BY !? GREEN DAY - 21 GUNS !?
CREDIT TO !? RORA @ C. AFFAIRS[/color][/b] !?[/size][/center] |
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Post by stray on Sept 22, 2010 14:42:29 GMT -5
She ran hand through her dark hair, her face had a ostensibly questionably look. She tried to ignore the fact that her trousers were heavily coated in the wet lavender pigmented blood from the Alien, it seemed the thing had rather weak flesh judging by the fact that so much blood had oozed its way out of the gunshot wound. It wasn't long before she had noticed the scarlet blood seeping into that of the Aliens blood, quickly creating a sickly mixture. "What th-" Stopping midway into the sentence, Stray had found her gaze quickly locked onto this so-called 'Dr. Owen Harper' blood oozing out of the wound in the back of his neck.
Still standing up, she shifted her dark gaze toward Arwen the female was placing - what Stray was certain of being a gauze pad - onto the wound located on the back of Owens neck. Here, there was well and truly not much use Stray could be put to here after all she was never really the best when it came to things that fell under the medical category to her it was boring and she never really imagined being in a situation where medical skills were needed.
All she could do here was observe, letting the downpour of rain plunge down from the gloomy sky and hit her hard causing a steady drumming on some hard surfaces. Stray's hair was soaked, becoming a darker shade of brown then it originally was, hanging heavily off her head with small droplets of translucent water losing their weak grip of the ends of her hair and splashing silently onto the ground. Her clothes were plastered to her body, drenched in the cold wet water. After being silent she formed a rather late reply "Nah, I don't have any experience with medical...Uhm... stuff" Despite what was going on she seemed to speak in a rather cool tone, her expression calm and not fitting in with what seemed to be happening. |
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Post by Owen Harper on Sept 22, 2010 18:25:14 GMT -5
Applying pressure on the gauze on the back of his neck, Owen looked at Stray. “I hope you know Boston. I am going to need medical attention by medical professions,” he said sigh. He cringed because he felt a BIG piece of an alien in him. It was more a very tiny piece but the body reacts as it’s five thousand times bigger than it is.
“I am so going to kill, Jack,” Owen said under his breath. “Please tell me we go a few American’s staff at Boston.” He felt tired. This was a terrible first hour and first day in Boston.
“Okay beautiful ladies,” he said trying to stand up but was making poor progress. “And boy do I mean it. Whew! It’s good to have you as a team.”
“Here is the Calvary,” he said as the clean up team for the alien. “I think you two know what to do because you know,” he said weakly placing his hand on Awren’s cheek and his eyes half closed. “I am seeing angels,” he said slowly go under. Owen’s body had gone limp. He was breathing slower, and he had a small green tint in his complexion. That would be the poison. So, go ahead over Owen because he is out like a light and be back on his feet after few days in intensive care in Boston Hospital.
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