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03 April 2009 @ 02:58 am
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[Here is a crazy redhead casually leaning against an odd-looking light pole, dressed in his checkered default. The pole is curvy and purply-pink and crooked like everything else in Hollow Bastion and sticks out sorely compared to the rest of the Plane. Axel, too, but that's readily obvious.

He doesn't seem to care, though-- could be waiting for someone, actually. A black and white skateboard rests beneath his arm, while one painted with flames rolls gently back and forth beneath a boot. As if this isn't boring enough, he's humming something.]
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03 April 2009 @ 02:32 pm
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[Ianto is sitting at the bar, his diary open in front of him and a half empty bottle of beer just to the right of it. In front of the diary is a small wooden box. One any Torchwood members would recognise as the box Jack keeps Retcon in. Underneath this is a sheath of Retcon related paperwork.

He doesn't exactly look upset, but he does look uncertain, and more than a little lost. His gaze is focussed entirely on one particular page of his diary, and his finger traces his place on the page as he mutters whatever he's written there. He pauses each time he finishes, then brings his finger back up to the top of the page before starting again.

It doesn't seem to be helping, and whatever he's looking for it's evident he's yet to find it. He stops abruptly, his finger only half way down the page. He snorts, snatching his bottle from the bar and drinks from it, pushing it off to one side once its emptied.]

Typical. Bloody Torchwood.
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