Post by pande on Apr 13, 2009 0:12:44 GMT -5
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Ianto---Jones
bonjour, my name is Pande. i've got 18
tracks spinning on my record. i've got serious skill 'cause i've been roleplaying for 10+ and i live in the South Western USA timezone.
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name , Ianto Jones
nicknames , Yan, Tea boy, Mr. Jones, Eyecandy
age & date of birth , 28; March 28
gender , male
sexual orientation , bisexual
species , human
played by , Gareth David-lloyd
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height , 5 ft. 10 in.
weight , 160 LBS
tattoos and piercings , none
physical flaws , overly expressive eyebrows, broad forehead, naturally frown on face, unusually furrowed brow when concentrating really hard.
personal style , Usually black suits with wide range of colored undershirts and snazzy, multicolored ties. Always dresses neatly. Matching shoes and a black thread necklace with some silver beads. When out in the elements (especially the cold) he takes time to dress in appropriate gear, which usually consists of earth-tone coloured layers with a gray undershirt.
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likes ,
- Stopwatches
- Jack
- Coffee
- Cleaning
- Order
- Being busy
- Knowing everything
- Writing in his
diaryjournal - Being a part of the team
- Meeting people
- Cataloging, or archiving
- Making perfect coffee
- Being useful
- Watching TV
- James Bond
- Driving
- Making up cover stories
- Being in the loop
- Naked Hide and Seek
- Taking care of the Weevils
- Confiding in Janet
- Take out
- 51st Century Pheromones
- Cats
- Measuring tapes
- The color red
dislikes ,
- Captain John Hart
- Not knowing something
- Bad coffee
- When Jack talks about former relationships
- Talking about Lisa
- Being overlooked because he makes coffee
- People knowing more than he does
- Desperate Housewives
- Commercials
- Mis-matched outfits
- Being left alone
- Sweet n' Sour Pork
- Seeing his teammates hurt
- Being hurt
- Standing up for himself
- Being ignored
- Being invisible
- Butter
- Pollen
strengths ,
- Makes great coffee
- Takes detailed notes
- Excellent memory
- Patience
- Attention to detail
- Anticipatory of others needs
- Butler
- Witty
- Calm
- Knows everything and it says so at the bottom of the screen
- Slow to anger
- Intelligent
- Loyal
- Welsh
weaknesses ,
- Timid
- Not very good with a gun
- Tends to get jealous easily
- Pansy
- Doesn't like fighting
- Emotional
- Falls in love too easily
- Bad judge of character
- Keeps girlfriends in basements
- Secretive
- Quiet
fears ,
- Losing Jack
- Losing his mind
- Being alone
- Being an outsider
- Making bad coffee
- Not being useful
- Killing people (for pleasure)
- Losing/ other people reading his diary
overall personality ,
Overall; Ianto is a relaxed individual who appears open and willing to help everyone with what they need. He can be a solid rock to help them through their problems, or a helper in some wild experiment. Often he is taken for granted (which DOES irk him, but he tries not to show it) by the rest of the team and other people in general. Yet he does nothing to stop them from thinking these sorts if thoughts about him. He has a few personal hobbies that he takes extreme pride in, if Gwen is the Heart of Torchwood, and Jack is the Leader, Ianto is the anchor/glue that keeps them all grounded and together through thick and thin.[/blockquote][/font][/size]
Quiet passion; While Ianto doesn't generally bellow out at the top of his lungs what he likes and dislikes, he often demonstrates his affection for someone by throwing himself into it and taking pleasure at compliments. Most obviously seen by his passion and seeming gift for making the world's greatest coffee, and being able to (without measuring) correctly give Gwen the proper sized wedding dress as during her alien pregnancy. Another is the way he dresses, neatly, business like. Formal. By taking time to dress formally, he shows that he really loves what he does, not to mention his OCD for things being tidy and neat.
Dedicated lover; in relationships, Mr. Jones really puts himself out on the line. For his first girlfriend, Lisa, who was sadly taken and semi-converted into a cybermen. He hid her away in one of the basements of Torchwood desperately looking for a way to help her return to being fully human. He showed an inability to think her willfully doing evil deeds, and despite his hatred for Jack when the Captain ordered the firing of his girlfriend, he got over it relatively quickly. He soon attached himself to Jack, finding purpose for himself once more in the stable shadow of Jack Harkness, though he is faithful, he understands that Jack has to have a fling with everything that has a post code, he still gets jealous -- especially when old flames come back to try and take his love away.
Record keeper/maintainer; his personal favorite hobby is writing in his diary about events that happen. In one case this proved to be the only way they discovered the impostor memory alien Adam. Ianto's attention to detail is exploited here as he tends to write down everything from the temperature of the Hub to the exact shade of blue (or gray-blue) the sky outside is. When not busy with assignments from Jack or the cleaning up after the rest of the team, he is down in the vaults converting all the paper archives onto the computers for easy, up-to-speed access that even Jack should be able to handle.
Butler; A very large part of Ianto's job at the Hub is taking care of the team. Making sure they have food, drink, supplies and maintaining as much of a comfortable atmosphere to work in as he can possibly achieve. Small things, like making sure Jack's greatcoat is always clean and ready for running action to calling for pizza when the team is working late night shifts or pulling an all-nighter. His biggest job, and greatest pleasure, is to make sure that everyone has their favorite cup of hot drink ready for them first thing in the morning and at first yawn near sunset. Aside from that he usually just keeps the work areas clean, disposes of bodies and whatever other jobs the team needs to have done.
Wife-senses & Knowledge hungry; Ianto has an uncanny sense of when someone needs something. Often he'll appear with just the thing the person was searching for (which is why he's the "tour guide" head for Torchwood). Ianto also maintains order and finds compromises for power-struggle situations. Ianto is often found with a book on, or at hand about something random (from space to weed growth), it is his personal goal to know everything and eventually surpass the Doctor for knowledge (an unattainable goal, yes, but fun to strive for).
Secretive fox; Despite maintaining the appearance of being open to anything and everything, Ianto is acutally quite closed off. In recent years he has begun opening himself up to the rest of the team (mostly Jack), but it's a hard habit to break. Given that he's the quietest member of the Torchwood team, it's easy to over look him and his problems because he never voices them. His best-kept secret was Lisa, hiding her cleverly away, knowing (sadly, yes) that the rest of the group would never think to ask him anything about his personal life, assuming it was all in his Torchwood profile (which most of it is). It does amuse him however when they "discover" something "new" about it.
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hometown (or planet) , Cardiff, Wales
father , 78, the master tailor
mother , 76, the librarian
siblings ,
Rhiannon Evans; Younger sister
Johnny Evans; Brother-in-law
pets ,
Myfanwy; ancient; pterodon
Janet; unknown; weevil
history ,
Born the oldest of two children, Ianto Jones was definitely a "starter-child". His parents were, however, competent child-raisers and raised him fairly and with a great deal of fun. When his sister was born, Ianto took turns helping his parents raise Rhiannon. Unlike a few first borns, he didn't see his younger sibling as a rival, he saw her as a way to pay his parents back. Both the children would go to school and then come back to their father's workshop or the public library where their mother worked. From these two places, Ianto's love for reading and measuring things came into play. Along with his attention to detail, often Ianto would help his father out in the shop if there was a sudden flood of people wanting to get outfits done (usually for dances).
School life for Ianto was easy, being smart, and willing to go for the gold in all things. He was honor roll, and took hard classes. After high school we went off to college in London. There he studied a wide range of things and graduated with well above the normal credits one needed. At about age twenty Ianto Jones was approached to join the company he'd been wanting to join; Canary Warf. One there he met the beautiful Lisa and the two hit it off right away. Ianto sadly became distant to his schoolmates and former friends since his job required the utmost secrecy. Feeling lost and a little sad at the distance, he confided into Lisa -- which was the start of their budding relationship.
Everything was grand until the Cybermen came through the void into their world. While Ianto wasn't in the fighting, his girlfriend Lisa was captured by the cybermen and partially converted. In a haze of red Ianto dragged his half robotic, half human lover out of Canary Warf before it was destroyed. Bitter at what had happened, he'd kept Lisa in his home, making errands to the destroyed site to salvage parts of a conversion unit. Extensive reading on medical procedures gave him enough knowledge to hook up a basic life-support unit. Lisa was barely still alive and Ianto knew time was running out for her. He would have to either find the Doctor (whoever that was), someone who could convert his love back to human, or join a place similar to Torchwood London.
As luck would have it, Ianto moved back to Cardiff and was struck by the realization that there WAS another Torchwood; Torchwood Cardiff. Desperate to get help for Lisa, Ianto laid siege to Captain Jack Harkness, becoming almost stalker-ish. Giving the captain a cup of his perfectly brewed coffee, offering to clean his greatcoat, commenting on the greatcoat -- and turning up where he was generally unwanted. Though he did once save Jack from a Weevil by smacking it with a two-by-four beam, or a very large branch. It was dark, he really didn't know. Eventually he stood in front of Jack's SUV, the angry Captain stormed out and confronted him, declaring that if he was still there when Jack was behind the wheel he was going to run Ianto over.
"But what about the pterodactyl, sir?" Ianto had asked as innocently as he could, knowing that Jack would be instantly interested in the dinosaur. Sure enough Ianto Jones found himself leading the way to a large warehouse. There he partitioned Jack again and bated the Pterodactyl with dark chocolate, Jack was picked up by the gigantic creature and dropped on Ianto. A steamy moment, Ianto rolled off Jack and stood up. The dinosaur was starting to feel the effects of the drug Jack had stabbed it with. Ianto had turned to leave when Jack told him to report for duty the next day. An overjoyed Ianto smiled at him and nodded."And this is Ianto Jones. Ianto cleans up after us and gets us everywhere on time."
"I try my best."
"And he looks good in a suit."
"Careful, that's harassment sir."
So Ianto Jones came to be the head of the tour guide front for Torchwood. He took on the responsibilities of handling the public front, dry cleaning, disposing of bodies, ordering take out. His job title was basically "public relations" with a "archiver" underneath. Ianto snuck his part-cyberwomen girlfriend Lisa into Torchwood and hid her away in the basements. Under the guise of "cataloging" everything he tried to find a way to convert her back to being human. However, Lisa broke free and killed two people before Ianto was discovered by the rest of the team. Instantly he was an enemy. He tried to protect Lisa up until the point she turned on him and knocked him unconscious. Revived by Jack, Ianto was still reluctant to aid them."You're worse than anything locked up down there! One day, I'll have the chance to save you, and I'll watch you suffer and die."
As the team evacuated the building, Ianto broke free and charged as fast as he could back inside. Unfortunately Jack caught him, held him at gunpoint and growled for him to choose which side he was one. Then the Captain put a gun in his hand and coldly told him to finish Lisa off. Ianto, still unwilling to kill his girlfriend, ventured back into the Hub. He walked into the conversion room and to his horror saw that Lisa had hijacked the body of the innocent pizza delivery girl. With tears in his eyes over what he'd done, he pointed his gun at the monster, but was saved firing it when Jack, Owen, Tosh and Gwen opened fire instead. He mourned her loss privately, coming to work the next day with grief in his heart.
Eventually Ianto managed to get over it by attaching himself to Jack -- ironic that Jack was the one who ordered her death. Perhaps he sought forgiveness from Jack for going against his boss's will. Perhaps not. Either way, Ianto Jones eventually became a sort of boyfriend for Jack, as evident when making comments about measuring tapes, stopwatches and the kiss he and Jack blatantly shared after saving the world from Bilis's demon. When Jack vanished Ianto nearly went crazy with grief once more, but with the help of the others he re-gained control over himself and actually started to be able to walk on his own without help. However, when Jack returned, Ianto had to know what their relationship was -- a kiss was the first part of sealing the deal.
Then, there is trouble in paradise, one certain Captain John Hart came through the Rift -- and snogged his boyfriend. Ianto Jones was angry. After being called "eyecandy" by the strangely handsome pirate-esk "captain" and threatened with a guy he firmly decided that he didn't like this American-accented Time Agent.
During a run in with Adam -- a being only capable of living by putting himself into others memories -- Ianto was the one who discovered that all was not as it seemed. Adam, finding out, punished Ianto by making him "remember" killing three innocent women -- and enjoying it. Jack, blindly faithful in his team, swore that Ianto was not, and could not be a killer. He put Ianto through the best lie detector in the world -- and when it came up true, he rejected it. Searching back through the archives they uncovered Adam's plot, and confronted him about it. After taking a pill of recon, Ianto doesn't remember it anymore save for dim, frightened memories of something he wanted to forget.
Ianto goes out on more missions in the field, though nothing serious happens to him, he does get almost blown up (courtesy Captain John Hart). He meets Jack's brother, Gray. When Jack came to save them Ianto went weak with joy, almost tackling his lover while still trying to maintain some form of dignity. Ianto wasn't afraid to cry when Tosh and Owen died. He grieved with Gwen and Jack, but they managed to carry on through it all."Exterminate. Exterminate."
"No. Oh no."
"What is it, who are they? Do you know them Jack?"
"There's nothing I can do. I'm sorry, we're dead."
Several months later things had just settled down when suddenly the planets shifted location and Jack went to find the Doctor, leaving a terrified Ianto and Gwen to deal with an unknown enemy. A Dalek comes crashing into the Hub minutes after Jack departs via Vortex Manipulator, Ianto and Gwen shoot for their lives and find that all the bullets have stopped -- and so has the Dalek. Ianto discovers that shortly before her death Toshiko Sato finished her Time Lock project, sealing the entire Hub off -- thus protecting Ianto and Gwen. The two combined forces with Sarah Jane and Martha Jones to bring the Doctor home to save the world.
Ianto and Gwen greet Jack like small dogs seeing their master come home safe and sound (if not a little worn for wear). And Torchwood continues.
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"Welcome't McDonalds, how can we satisfy you?" her dry Welsh voice floated up from behind the register. Flat hazel eyes drilled into the customer's eyes, making their palms break out into a nervous sweat. He stared at her in confusion for several seconds, blinking rapidly at what she'd asked him, disturbed, but still hungry, the customer spoke out.
"Uh, I would like a number s-s-seven combo, l-large, p-please, with a c-coke, m-ma'am," the customer stammered out, feeling put off by the female's attitude. He wiped his palms on his clothes as inconspicuously as he could, trying to make it look natural. A wicked gleam brightened up the flat green eyes for a moment as she watched the male.
Then, with a sigh, the worker idly punched in the order and printed up the receipt. "Here, your food will be ready in just a moment," her dry voice punctuated the brain of the adolescent male and he reeled away, gone off to join his friends, cleverly disguising wiping his sweaty palms once again on his jacket as he did so. The female smirked and then looked down at the thin slip of paper in her hands. How easy would it be to just toss the paper out and claim the machine had lost the order? Groaning silently, she turned towards the pre-made food rack.
The worker, one certain Deryn Iver, heaved another sigh and placed the order alongside the other numerous orders. She turned and cast a bored eye upon the other people waiting in line. With a disgusted snort, she flung a handy towel over her shoulder and called, "Going on break!" to the back of the resturant. She was met with several outraged sputterings, but paid them no mind as she exited the smelly, foul place and turned around back. She slipped a hand into her coat pocket and grabbed out a pack of fags and a lighter. Swiftly sticking one in her mouth, the female lit it up and took a long drag from the drug stick. She held it a moment, then breathed it out. She watched the white vapor as it twined into the air, then blended in and vanished without a trace save for a small whif of the drug.
She coughed for a moment, then swiped her mouth off with the back of her hand. Deryn sighed and leaned against a wall. What a mess she was! Her hair was oily from the resturant -- if it could properly be called that at least -- and her skin was sallow from the fluorecent light exposure. Briefly she banged her head against the much sturdier brick wall and groaned. What she needed was a way to forget, just for a night, how badly her life sucked. She looked to see the time on her phone and was mildly surprised to see that she had a txt from her best -- and only -- friend, Ellie. Amused despite her predicament, she opened the mail and read it:
"From: Ellie
Deryn! long time no c! im coming to
cardiff 2morrow 4 ur bday! that cool?
make sur 2 have booze!!!!1!
CB: 0-20-341-6782
April 7, 6:15 pm"
Deryn forced down a laugh. She swiftly txted back that she would be thrilled to have Ellie come over for her birthday. Truth was, Cardiff wasn't exactly like Deryn remembered it being. It was dirtier, colder, the people crueller and the aliens still as abundant as she had feared they would be. She didn't even know why she could sense the aliens -- she just could. Perhaps her grandpa was one of "them". God only knew her father wasn't one. That rat bastard had skipped out on her mother about a year and a half after Deryn had been born. Good riddance as well, he was sodding piece of rubbish.
Finished smoking her fag, she put it out, breathing in deep breaths of the fresh air before she ducked back into her work. Fixing her black hair back into her cap and then approaching the front of the store. Deryn found that she was suddenly blocked by the large figure of her boss. Her flat hazel green eyes turned to look up at the man before she let her hands fall down to her sides. Great. It was her boss. The sleezey pig was going to hit on her again and try to "entice" her.
She did her best not to flinch away when he fixed a meaty hand on her upper arm, pinning her against the wall. She sucked in a breath of air at the impact. The fat man leered at her before his hoarse "masculine sounding" voice breathed towards her, "Deryn, you're killing business with your attitude. I don't want to have a turn a pretty little thing like you out onto the streets to fend for yourself," he said with an american accent, The pig, Deryn thought darkly, Does your wife know you sexually harrass your workers?
She felt him press against her, revolted she commented, "Why ever not? I'm sure I could deal with the streets," her Welsh accent punctuated her words. They reminded him that this was her hometown. She'd get along just fine without his "job". She pushed him away angrily, her hands sinking disgustingly into his fat as she pushed by him. Deryn felt him growl angrily, and was about to call out to her when she snapped, "And about the sexual harrasment?" she started, lifting an eyebrow at her fat boss, "Well, I quit." Angrily she unwrapped the apron from around her body and tossed it on the ground. Lifting her head like a wild and spirited horse, she strided out of the doors and down the street. The night closed around her suddenly and swiftly, but she welcomed it.
As soon as she set a foot down the road she turned and looked back at her old job place, "Damn," she cursed softly, "I would've been paid tomorrow too." Angrily squaring her shoulders, Deryn set off down the street. Her alien radar sense tingled as she walked, making her skin crawl with disgust. Now she wanted to hit someone, didn't matter how or how long it took. She needed a quick fix to her emotional problem. The fastest way for her to do that was to get drunk and grab the nearest hunk of flesh pleasing enough to the eye to satisfy her. Suddenly her pace quickened and she entered a fairly crowded bar. Seating herself down on a stool, she ordered up the local favorite and cast a fishing glance over the pool. There were several possibilities, but one turned to look back at her. She lifted an eyebrow, grabbing the drink the bartender offered without looking and watching what the male would do.
Sure enough, he grabbed his drink and started walking towards her. He had short black hair, his face was pale and angular. He was only a few inches shorter than she was. She sized him up as a man who knew how to give a good shag. With a pleasant smile on her face, she took another sip. The male moved to sit down next to her, clinking his glass down quietly as he eased down. Deryn turned to look at him, already hot and wanting to get it over with. "Hey there, fancy a shag?" she asked bluntly, throwing the male off his game for only a second with her bluntness.
He recovered in no time however, "What, no time for pleasantries?" he taunted, a playful smile displayed on his face as he sipped his drink. "Owen," he introduced. He lifted an eyebrow, waiting for her to introduce herself in turn.
"Deryn," she responded, then she suddeny invaded his personal space and kissed him sexily upon the lips. Instantly Owen responded kissing her back, meeting her need for need. She chuckled and broke contact, "You'll do," she offered, getting to her feet, "got a place close by?"
Owen stood up and looked at her, without saying another word, he grabbed her hand, tossed some cash on the counter and pulled Deryn after him. "Car?" he asked briefly, she shook her head. He nodded and opened a classy-looking red car door for her, allowing her to slip inside before he jumped into his seat and revved the engine. The car drove like a dream. Deryn closed her eyes and allowed the wind to tussel her hair out behind her, she smiled at the rush of speed the car put on. The man knew how to handle his sports car -- which only added to his stature as a "Mt. Everest" male.
By the time they were at Owen's apartment, they had already moved on beyond the awkward moment of introduction and were exchanging fluids without a care in the world. It didn't take long for them to make it to the bed and then beyond that. Clothing flew and settled messily upon the ground as the pair satisfied their desires with quick fixes.
Deryn had judged correctly, Owen was a strong male with a real talent for the ladies. She surrendered herself completely to the sex they shared several times that night before passing out next to him. The next morning Deryn awakened first, she didn't leave a note, or her number. She vanished out of the door and down the stairs and into the bright sunlight beyond. She sheilded her eyes for the first few seconds, then checked her phone. No messages.
Deryn wondered when her friend would come into town. After sending a quick message, the Welsh female turned to look down the street. After a second's hesitation, she went left and started towards her apartment where she would most likely clean, and then sleep the rest of the day through until her friend arrived.
"Uh, I would like a number s-s-seven combo, l-large, p-please, with a c-coke, m-ma'am," the customer stammered out, feeling put off by the female's attitude. He wiped his palms on his clothes as inconspicuously as he could, trying to make it look natural. A wicked gleam brightened up the flat green eyes for a moment as she watched the male.
Then, with a sigh, the worker idly punched in the order and printed up the receipt. "Here, your food will be ready in just a moment," her dry voice punctuated the brain of the adolescent male and he reeled away, gone off to join his friends, cleverly disguising wiping his sweaty palms once again on his jacket as he did so. The female smirked and then looked down at the thin slip of paper in her hands. How easy would it be to just toss the paper out and claim the machine had lost the order? Groaning silently, she turned towards the pre-made food rack.
The worker, one certain Deryn Iver, heaved another sigh and placed the order alongside the other numerous orders. She turned and cast a bored eye upon the other people waiting in line. With a disgusted snort, she flung a handy towel over her shoulder and called, "Going on break!" to the back of the resturant. She was met with several outraged sputterings, but paid them no mind as she exited the smelly, foul place and turned around back. She slipped a hand into her coat pocket and grabbed out a pack of fags and a lighter. Swiftly sticking one in her mouth, the female lit it up and took a long drag from the drug stick. She held it a moment, then breathed it out. She watched the white vapor as it twined into the air, then blended in and vanished without a trace save for a small whif of the drug.
She coughed for a moment, then swiped her mouth off with the back of her hand. Deryn sighed and leaned against a wall. What a mess she was! Her hair was oily from the resturant -- if it could properly be called that at least -- and her skin was sallow from the fluorecent light exposure. Briefly she banged her head against the much sturdier brick wall and groaned. What she needed was a way to forget, just for a night, how badly her life sucked. She looked to see the time on her phone and was mildly surprised to see that she had a txt from her best -- and only -- friend, Ellie. Amused despite her predicament, she opened the mail and read it:
"From: Ellie
Deryn! long time no c! im coming to
cardiff 2morrow 4 ur bday! that cool?
make sur 2 have booze!!!!1!
CB: 0-20-341-6782
April 7, 6:15 pm"
Deryn forced down a laugh. She swiftly txted back that she would be thrilled to have Ellie come over for her birthday. Truth was, Cardiff wasn't exactly like Deryn remembered it being. It was dirtier, colder, the people crueller and the aliens still as abundant as she had feared they would be. She didn't even know why she could sense the aliens -- she just could. Perhaps her grandpa was one of "them". God only knew her father wasn't one. That rat bastard had skipped out on her mother about a year and a half after Deryn had been born. Good riddance as well, he was sodding piece of rubbish.
Finished smoking her fag, she put it out, breathing in deep breaths of the fresh air before she ducked back into her work. Fixing her black hair back into her cap and then approaching the front of the store. Deryn found that she was suddenly blocked by the large figure of her boss. Her flat hazel green eyes turned to look up at the man before she let her hands fall down to her sides. Great. It was her boss. The sleezey pig was going to hit on her again and try to "entice" her.
She did her best not to flinch away when he fixed a meaty hand on her upper arm, pinning her against the wall. She sucked in a breath of air at the impact. The fat man leered at her before his hoarse "masculine sounding" voice breathed towards her, "Deryn, you're killing business with your attitude. I don't want to have a turn a pretty little thing like you out onto the streets to fend for yourself," he said with an american accent, The pig, Deryn thought darkly, Does your wife know you sexually harrass your workers?
She felt him press against her, revolted she commented, "Why ever not? I'm sure I could deal with the streets," her Welsh accent punctuated her words. They reminded him that this was her hometown. She'd get along just fine without his "job". She pushed him away angrily, her hands sinking disgustingly into his fat as she pushed by him. Deryn felt him growl angrily, and was about to call out to her when she snapped, "And about the sexual harrasment?" she started, lifting an eyebrow at her fat boss, "Well, I quit." Angrily she unwrapped the apron from around her body and tossed it on the ground. Lifting her head like a wild and spirited horse, she strided out of the doors and down the street. The night closed around her suddenly and swiftly, but she welcomed it.
As soon as she set a foot down the road she turned and looked back at her old job place, "Damn," she cursed softly, "I would've been paid tomorrow too." Angrily squaring her shoulders, Deryn set off down the street. Her alien radar sense tingled as she walked, making her skin crawl with disgust. Now she wanted to hit someone, didn't matter how or how long it took. She needed a quick fix to her emotional problem. The fastest way for her to do that was to get drunk and grab the nearest hunk of flesh pleasing enough to the eye to satisfy her. Suddenly her pace quickened and she entered a fairly crowded bar. Seating herself down on a stool, she ordered up the local favorite and cast a fishing glance over the pool. There were several possibilities, but one turned to look back at her. She lifted an eyebrow, grabbing the drink the bartender offered without looking and watching what the male would do.
Sure enough, he grabbed his drink and started walking towards her. He had short black hair, his face was pale and angular. He was only a few inches shorter than she was. She sized him up as a man who knew how to give a good shag. With a pleasant smile on her face, she took another sip. The male moved to sit down next to her, clinking his glass down quietly as he eased down. Deryn turned to look at him, already hot and wanting to get it over with. "Hey there, fancy a shag?" she asked bluntly, throwing the male off his game for only a second with her bluntness.
He recovered in no time however, "What, no time for pleasantries?" he taunted, a playful smile displayed on his face as he sipped his drink. "Owen," he introduced. He lifted an eyebrow, waiting for her to introduce herself in turn.
"Deryn," she responded, then she suddeny invaded his personal space and kissed him sexily upon the lips. Instantly Owen responded kissing her back, meeting her need for need. She chuckled and broke contact, "You'll do," she offered, getting to her feet, "got a place close by?"
Owen stood up and looked at her, without saying another word, he grabbed her hand, tossed some cash on the counter and pulled Deryn after him. "Car?" he asked briefly, she shook her head. He nodded and opened a classy-looking red car door for her, allowing her to slip inside before he jumped into his seat and revved the engine. The car drove like a dream. Deryn closed her eyes and allowed the wind to tussel her hair out behind her, she smiled at the rush of speed the car put on. The man knew how to handle his sports car -- which only added to his stature as a "Mt. Everest" male.
By the time they were at Owen's apartment, they had already moved on beyond the awkward moment of introduction and were exchanging fluids without a care in the world. It didn't take long for them to make it to the bed and then beyond that. Clothing flew and settled messily upon the ground as the pair satisfied their desires with quick fixes.
Deryn had judged correctly, Owen was a strong male with a real talent for the ladies. She surrendered herself completely to the sex they shared several times that night before passing out next to him. The next morning Deryn awakened first, she didn't leave a note, or her number. She vanished out of the door and down the stairs and into the bright sunlight beyond. She sheilded her eyes for the first few seconds, then checked her phone. No messages.
Deryn wondered when her friend would come into town. After sending a quick message, the Welsh female turned to look down the street. After a second's hesitation, she went left and started towards her apartment where she would most likely clean, and then sleep the rest of the day through until her friend arrived.
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EVERYTHING
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EVERYTHING
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mmkay. so this application hurr was made by AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? of caution. steal it or take off this credit, and i shall hunt you down and eat your insides! lyrics credit to lily allen.
