12- Nevere quite another like it

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack appears on the Plane, this time with all of Torchwood's shooting range. He's wearing the standard goggles and muflers, and besides him is a small table. On it are several different types of guns, including a Contemporary Polish WIST-94, a Taurus PT145 .45 ACP pistol, and an Enfield Mk II Revolver. All the guns have obviously been customized and  bear either the Torchwood symbol like the mufflers, or have 'TORCHWOOD' printed on the side.

He shoots each one in turn, almost always hitting the center of the target, arm steady and position very nearly perfect. With each shot fired, however, he looks increasingly annoyed, slamming the last gun down on the table angrily as he mutters darkly under his breath]

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[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Skips to one side to avoid being smashed by the gun. It should be noted that she's about the size of a bullet herself at the moment.] Steady on there, Cap'n Crunchme!

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Normally Jack would be amused, probably even laugh at the sight. Instead all he does is spare Cy a single glance before looking through the small collection of guns, searching for one he hasn't already tried]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[FFFFF. She hates being ignored, tiny or not. So she is climbing on to the back of his hand now.] I'll bosh your nonce.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[He's resisting the urge to flick you off Cy, he's that annoyed. Instead, he takes her and places her back on the table]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Hey! I heard that! [Running across the table and climbing up on one of the guns.] That's rude.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Going back to ignoring, picking up a different gun]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[FINE THEN. Two can play at that game. She wanders down the barrel of the gun she's sitting on and tries to squeeze herself inside.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[And this has his attention now, because he'd rather avoid mistakingly using Cy as a bullet. He holds the gun so that the barrel is upside down, placing his hand under it]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Clings to the mouth of the barrel.] Lemme alone! You're not nice today.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[His tone is gruff, slightly annoyed] Out of the gun unless you wanna see what being a bullet feels like.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Cliiiinnnng. And then squirreling her way into the barrel.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[He makes an annoyed sound in the back of his throat, placing the gun down on the Plane besides the table]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[She climbs out of the gun, squirms into his pantleg and proceeds to climb using leg hair and skin.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[And that definitely hurts, enough to annoy Jack and cause him to start shaking his leg slightly]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[O.O CLING.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Ok, not working. So Jack leans down and pulls up his pantleg, glaring at Cy as he detaches her from his leg]