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Post by Tony Tyler on Aug 26, 2010 12:19:36 GMT -7
Tony pulled his jacket over his legs and curled up tighter on the back step of the supermarket. The position was uncomfortable but the air ducts over the back door pumped hot air out over the spot he had chosen, which kept him warm. He knew he was going to have to get a job if he was even going to earn enough money to stay in a hotel. He had literally nothing. All he'd had on him when he arrived here was his credit card, which naturally did not work in this universe, especially not over ten years before the account was even opened.
He had considered finding a hostel or something; there had to be things like that around here. But the idea of it made sleeping out in the cold seem much more of a good idea. Even though he didn't feel like he was going to sleep any time soon.
A noise like a rustle made him jump, and he sat up, looking warily towards the big skips. They threw out all the food that had been damaged there. Tony had grabbed a few packets of crisps when he'd found this place; they had been fine, but the multipack bag had ripped and so the whole lot got chucked. Apparently, he wasn't the only one with those ideas. A distinctly alien looking alien was poking its hideous head around the skip, sniffing at the contents. It saw Tony and snarled, and Tony wished he still had his gun on him.
"Piss off." he said warily, considering taking off one of his trainers and chucking it at its head.
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Post by Jake Simmonds on Aug 26, 2010 12:51:11 GMT -7
Jake was happy. For the first time in months he was actually alone. And what's more, he was otside. It hadn't taken long for Flame to realise that even if he told them everything about his limited equiptment, only he'd had the training to use the suff. And so coming out on 'missions' had been the next thing demanded from him.
Most the mssions were like this one, with far to many security measures for his liking. Apparantly they still didn't believe he wouldn't run away. Having a tracking chip wasn't as bad as that bloody bracelet though. Right now he was leaning against the side of a jeep, hoping that the soldiers would take their time doing whatever they were doing.
A sound in a nearby alley made him turn his head, frowning. A snarling, animal like, inhuman noise. Snarling at something. Or someone. But that didn't matter. It was here, and they could come back at any time.
Without thinking, he bent down, scooped up a rock, and lobbed it at the dark figure shape hunched by the bin shape.
"Hey, get out of here. Scram!" he hissed, moving towards it with a wary look over his shoulder. "Run!"
He didn't not want the soldiers to kill another innocent alien when they came back.
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Post by Tony Tyler on Aug 27, 2010 0:32:21 GMT -7
He straightened up and pulled on his jacket, standing upright in case he needed to fight. Tony was pretty good in a fight, especially after all the extra training and experience he'd had with Torchwood, but he didn't think much of his chances with his fists against that animal's teeth.
A human voice at the other side of the bins made both he and the alien turn to look, and Tony darted forwards off the step and towards the skips; closer to the creature, maybe, but at least it would be easier for him to run and he was less likely to find himself pinned against the wall by an angry alien.
"Who's there? Get out of here!" he warned to whoever was on the other side; he didn't want to be dealing with any attacks on civilians.
He needed a weapon, at least something to possibly ward the alien off long enough to escape, so he picked up half a brick that was wedged behind the bin and held it warily. He could always bash it against something if he really had to. And that thing did not look friendly.
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Post by Jake Simmonds on Aug 27, 2010 1:40:54 GMT -7
He didn't have any doubt that the soldier would kill it without thinking if it was still here when they got back. And he wasn't going to let that happen, more to annoy the idiots than to help the guy who might become the aliens lunch.
Weevil...he thought it was a weevil. The pale light reflecting off it meant he could see some of it's features, mainly the teeth, which was better than nothing. He wished he had his gun for a moment, before realising that would probably be pointless, seeing as the alien not dying was exactly why he was doing this.
"Hey...seriously, dude, move it." he said bluntly to both the other guy and the creature, hoping it would understand him. He reached into a pocket, pulling out the small chocolate bar he'd managed to aquire, unwrapping it before holding it out towards the creature. Did weevils like chocolate? He wasn't sure. Might as well find out though.
"Come on, boy...away from there..." he cooed, unable to help himself thinking how weird this was. It wasn't long ago that he would have just killed it. But that showed how much he hated the stupid soldiers.
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Post by Tony Tyler on Aug 27, 2010 1:55:23 GMT -7
"Trying, thanks." Tony muttered, pressing his side against the plastic of the huge bin and still holding the brick, which probably wasn't going to be any good, but made him feel better to have.
This other guy didn't seem surprised to see the alien wandering around, which made Tony wonder whether he was Torchwood Cardiff. But he was sure that Torchwood would have more specialised gadgets than chocolate. Though he supposed this was the past, as well as a different universe that might (he wasn't quite sure) have less experience fighting aliens.
He took advantage of the creature being distracted by the chocolate to shove the brick on top of the flat plastic lid of one of the bins and pull himself up in one quick movement, standing on top of it and out of range of the creature, also giving him a good vantage point. Automatically, he worked out his best way of escaping, which was to jump over the other side and leg it, and leave this guy to deal with the alien.
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Post by Jake Simmonds on Aug 27, 2010 2:12:37 GMT -7
The clattering of the plastic bin nearly made Jake flinch as the other guy scrambled clear. But he didn't, and kept his eyes on the creature, his lessons from Torchwood back home flashing through his mind. No sudden movements; avoid eye contact; make sure you've got a clear escape route...
Well, he'd work on the last one. Legging it back to the jeep would work.
"There...there you go, easy now..." he heard himself mutter, turning slowly with his arm outstretched, eyes narrowed to seperate the darkness of the creature from the dark alley wall, watching as it followed the chocolate.
He stepped backwards a bit, biting his lip, wanting nothing more than to get out of there. The jeep was looking so much better now. It didn't have aliens in, for starters. And didn't stink. But he didn't leave, instead breaking off a bit of chocolate, tossing it to the creature. He watched as it ate it, before throwing the rest of the bar past it when it turned to him again.
He just hoped it would follow it, take it, then get the hell out of here. Just like he was hoping the guy would as well.
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Post by Tony Tyler on Aug 27, 2010 2:31:36 GMT -7
Tony scooped up the piece of brick and stuffed it into his jacket pocket. He took a neat step from the top of one bin to the edge of the open bin, placing his feet on the side and front edges. The chocolate trick seemed to be working, but it seemed to be running out, and the alien was still in the way of his escape route, and from the way it was following that chocolate, it seemed to be pretty fast. And hungry. He needed to try and get the alien down the alley so he would have time to get down and get away.
He was just wondering what he could lure the creature away with, when it occurred to him that he was currently standing right on top of a giant bin full of discarded food. Ducking quickly, he rummaged through the packets and empty cardboard wine crates, until he found a large piece of steak, a day off its sell-by, wrapped in cellophane. Tony ripped the plastic packaging off with his teeth and stuck two fingers in his mouth, whistling loudly to get the alien's attention.
"Oi!" he shouted, dangling the piece of meat over the side of the bin when the alien turned, and then chucking it down the alley towards the step where he had been trying to sleep.
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Post by Jake Simmonds on Aug 27, 2010 2:58:26 GMT -7
Jake pressed himself against the grimy alley wall, watching as the creature fell upon the meat, before backing away. He did not want to become it's next meal, not if it ate like that. Actually, he didn't want to become that at all.
He glanced up at the guy on the bin, nodding his head once. "Not bad thinkin'."
He just hoped the creature would leave now. And the guy, most likely. He wasn't sure what UNIT did to humans who were found where they shouldn't be, and really didn't want to know.
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Post by Tony Tyler on Aug 27, 2010 3:03:01 GMT -7
Tony jumped neatly off the side of the bin, landing in a crouch and peering around the side of it to make sure that the alien was occupied before replying.
"Cheers. I'm gonna run now. Might be an idea if you did too, unless you're planning on some cool alien takedown."
He straightened, eyeing the alien for a moment, before taking a couple of steps backwards towards where the alley joined the main street, pretty confident that he'd be able to outrun the creature now, even if it did come back on the offensive.
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Post by Jake Simmonds on Aug 27, 2010 3:14:19 GMT -7
Jake snorted, keeping his eyes on the eating creature.
"No offense, but the only reason I got involved was the stop another 'cool' alien takedown. This guy hasn't done a thing."
Not that UNIT would see it like that. He nodded absently, not taking his eyes from the alien.
"Sure. Scram. But go left, not right, unless you want to meet the 'friendly' soldiers."
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Post by Tony Tyler on Aug 27, 2010 3:28:08 GMT -7
"Not yet." Tony muttered.
It wasn't that he wanted to see this alien, or any aliens when it came to that, being hurt for no reason other than that they were an aliens. But, his experience with creatures from outer space had been pretty damn bad in recent history.
If this guy knew what the creature was though, and he was in Cardiff after all, then Tony wondered if he'd accidentally found Torchwood. And since he'd been looking for Torchwood, there was no point running off to find some more bins to sleep behind.
The mention of soliders made him pause. Of course, in his world, there had been soldiers all over the place. They were recruiting like mad, and everybody who wasn't cowering in their houses was on the streets with a standard issue gun and an eye to shoot down a Dalek. But there was no threat here, was there?
Anyway, first thing's first, and he could deal with working out the status quo later.
"You from Torchwood?"
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Post by Jake Simmonds on Aug 27, 2010 3:59:12 GMT -7
He continued to watch the creature, the only sign of actually paying attention to the other guy being the faint tensing of his muscles. Surely not every street kid knew about Torchwood, did they?
"No." he said shortly, but truthfully. He wasn't from Torchwood. Not this planet's version of Torchwood anyway. If this planet's version of Torchwood was even still running. The rumours he'd heard from Syd had been that the Captain was back, but that meant nothing to him. It wasn't his Torchwood.
But Torchwood would be better than UNIT any day.
"Why? You looking for them?"
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Post by Tony Tyler on Aug 27, 2010 4:05:09 GMT -7
"Oh."
He frowned, still watching him. But the guy knew about Torchwood at the least, so he might know where to find them. It was worth a shot. He had no other leads about their whereabouts, which made sense because his Torchwood had been untraceable. At the beginning, anyway, before the war. During the war, everybody was relying on Torchwood to do what the army couldn't and kill the Daleks. But Torchwood couldn't do that, either.
"Yeah, sorta. Well, somebody who might be with them, anyway."
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Post by Jake Simmonds on Aug 27, 2010 4:34:16 GMT -7
Jake turned his eyes away from the creature to look at him for the first time, and shrugs.
"I don't know who'd be with them. A base used to be by the water tower, but it was rubble last time I was there."
Where he'd been picked up by UNIT. He regretted even going there now. It had been pointless, Torchwood was not like in his world. UNIT was more like it, but worse. Much worse.
"Apparantly it no longer exists here." By 'here' he meant in this universe, but the guy wouldn't know that. But it was true, unless Syd was actually right with those rumours. "Either that or it's too small to actually do anything worthwhile."
Harsh, perhaps, but compared to UNIT, nothing was happening. Not that he liked or was loyal to UNIT. No way.
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Post by Tony Tyler on Aug 27, 2010 4:41:49 GMT -7
"Damn it."
Which meant that his best bet was the Doctor. And where was he supposed to find him? He'd been hoping that even if he couldn't find Rose at Torchwood, they would be able to point him in the direction of the Doctor and he could find her by following him.
"Something destroyed it? What's going on?" he asked quickly.
He tried to run the dates through his mind. From what he'd pieced together, it had been 2009 in this universe's time that the Daleks had all been wiped out from this universe and had followed into his. And it was now... 2010. He had no idea if there were still Daleks here, but that idea terrified him.
Turning slightly away from the other man, he pulled his Torchwood headset from his pocket and glanced at the side of it. He'd already checked, but not since arriving in London. The light was off; it was totally dead. Shit. He pocketed it with a scowl.
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