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Post by Jake Simmonds on Aug 27, 2010 11:53:06 GMT -7
"Perhaps. Chocolate for people in need." Jake said indistinctively, his mouth full of the mars bar. It was nice, despite having been rubbish. He wasn't complaining. He'd had worse back on his own world after all.
He laughed slightly. The guy, Tony...it was still weird thinking of him as the Tony Tyler he knew. Because that was weird. But...well, he didn't seem to be that serious. Either that or he was just hiding behind his real feelings. But that didn't mean anything to Jake. He had chocolate.
"Perhaps a taxi service for lost kids. Oh, wait...you'd need a car for that."
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Post by Tony Tyler on Aug 27, 2010 11:57:55 GMT -7
"Yeah, exactly! It's for a good cause, innit." he said with a grin, finishing off the chocolate bar and tossing the wrapper into the bin.
"Ah, yeah, damn." he sighed, and then smiled "Could always rent out my bin."
Not that he was planning on staying here much longer. There was no point if there was no Torchwood here for Rose to possibly have been attached to.
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Post by Jake Simmonds on Aug 27, 2010 12:10:56 GMT -7
"If you say so."
Jake grinned, licking the inside wrapper once he's eaten the bar. It was nice chocolate, after all. He looks slightly thoughtful though. After all, Tony had been asking after Torchwood. And he was from his world. Unless he was just lying, but he didn't think so. So helping him might...well, help Jake.
"You could ask for the Captain. He's something to do with Torchwood, I think." he said quietly.
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Post by Tony Tyler on Aug 27, 2010 12:15:12 GMT -7
"You can have more if you want. My bin is your bin and all that." he offered, watching him "There's crisps and more chocolate and I think I saw some proper food somewhere."
He paused, trying to think through whether he'd heard a reference to a Captain or not. He thought not, but he was aware that his parents didn't know all that much about what Rose had been doing. That's if Rose was even that much involved with the Torchwood in this universe, which he wasn't sure about either.
"Captain? Is he in Cardiff?" he asked, his head tilted slightly to listen.
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Post by Jake Simmonds on Aug 27, 2010 13:04:03 GMT -7
"Eating out of bins sounds better than the muck they serve back at...wherever it is. UNIT."
He didn't actually know where it was. The back of the jeep didn't have windows for some reason. But he was hungry, and he had no idea how long he had. He took a few steps forward, before jumping, catching old of the side of the bin to pull himself up partway, peering inside, trying to see anything in the dark.
"Apparantly. That's the rumours I've heard."
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Post by Tony Tyler on Aug 27, 2010 13:15:32 GMT -7
"It's good stuff. It'll just get chucked away if nobody eats it." he reasoned, sticking his hand into the bin to root through the things to find something good.
"You got a torch or anything?" he asked, squinting to look at the packaging.
The streetlights were enough to be able to see relatively well, but not enough to distinguish anything in the dark of the bin.
"Well if there's rumours, there must be something behind it." he said, leaning further forwards and gripping harder onto the edge of the bin to stop himself from falling headfirst into it.
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Post by Jake Simmonds on Aug 27, 2010 13:26:53 GMT -7
"True. That was always my view. Eating out of bins isn't new for me."
When he'd been hungry, or bored, as a kid, and when he and Mickey had been destroying the cybermen. Money had been hard to come by. Here, he didn't even know the currency. And at least this way he had a choice.
"Um.." he pulled himself up, balancing on the edge carefully before rumaging though the pockets of the boiler-suit like clothes. Quite probably he had something. They let him have torches after all. Only...small ones.
He pulled out a very small, wind up one. Not much, but it gave light, and he couldn't break into it to use the electronics. Only that was a bad thing. Spinning the handle a bit, he tuns, diecting the dim light down into the bin, shrugging at him.
"'S not much. But it's at least something."
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Post by Tony Tyler on Aug 27, 2010 13:36:38 GMT -7
"Yeah, same. Well, I never did at home, but... things have changed a lot."
It was different during the war and he had to start getting used to a lot of things that he'd never experienced in his own home, with a successful businessman for a Dad and a Mum who wanted the best for him all of the time. Not that he was a spoiled child, but he'd definitely never had to eat out of bins.
"Ah, that'll do!" he said with a smile, leaning forwards to try and find something that didn't need cooking and was a bit more substantial than chocolate.
Nearly slipping again, he shoved a cardboard box to the side, unearthing a split packet of frozen peas and chucking them aside. He kept digging, sure he'd seen some sandwiches here before, and finally found a plastic triangular box with two tuna mayo sandwiches in it.
"Want these?"
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Post by Jake Simmonds on Aug 27, 2010 14:02:30 GMT -7
"You? Eat out of bins? With Pete as your dad?" Somehow he found that hard to believe. He'd liked Pete though, eventually.
He tilted slightly, grabbing hold of his arm to stop him from falling. "Easy. I ain't diving in that muck to fish you out if you fall," he smirked, before peering down, shrugging.
"If it's edible, I'll eat it. Better than the mush I generally have now." Sandwiches sounded good though. He hadn't had tuna in what felt like years.
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Post by Tony Tyler on Aug 27, 2010 14:06:57 GMT -7
"No. But like I said, things changed. I dunno how much I should say. It's in the future and all." he said uncomfortably.
It wasn't just that. He didn't like talking about it either. Or thinking about it, come to that. It was easier to forget that it was happening, when he was safe in a different universe, in a time when he was only a baby and the Daleks weren't attacking.
"Charming. When I'm getting food for you, too." he said with a grin, holding onto Jake's arm for support and stretching out to grab the sandwiches and pull them out of the rubbish, holding them out to him.
"Looks edible enough."
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Post by Jake Simmonds on Aug 27, 2010 14:20:49 GMT -7
Urgh, time stuff. Jake had never bothered learning about it. Mickey had said something about timey-wimey curly stuff when talking about the history of his world, which had sounded remarkably like the Doctor, but Jake had just told him to shut it.
"Oh...best not say anything. Not about the future. I don't want to know."
And he didn't. If it turned out his world was destroyed or something, there would be no point hoping to get back. And he wanted to hope. Needed to.
He shrugged, grinning, "Well, I never told you to, did I? You offerred. Which was very charming of you."
"Good enough." He glanced at the sandwiches, and licks his lips before grabbing them, ripping the packet open before taking one, offering the other to him. "Cheers. Seriously. Cheers."
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Post by Tony Tyler on Aug 28, 2010 0:43:45 GMT -7
He nodded slightly. The future could always be changed, right? He was sure that this was what the Doctor did, changing the past to make the future better. So that's why he needed to find the Doctor and Rose, to stop the war and save his family.
Jake's viewpoint was understandable. He wasn't sure that he wanted to know, either. But he had no choice. He hated to think that he was responsible for saving his whole planet, but they'd run out of ideas.
He waved a hand at Jake, refusing to take the sandwich.
"You look hungrier than I am. I've been eating junk all night."
That was another thing that they'd been circulating in his world, when the food started running out in the harder hit battle zones. The food needed to be given out fairly, but the hungriest needed the biggest portions, because they all needed to be strong enough to fight. There was a group of men, the remnants of a village near Stratford, and Torchwood were organising them into defense strategies. A man had argued about their ideas, said it was survival of the fittest and he wasn't sharing his food with anybody. Course he was the first to be killed when the Daleks flew over.
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Post by Jake Simmonds on Aug 28, 2010 1:01:20 GMT -7
Jake nodded at him gratefully, eating perhaps a little too quickly. But he was used to tasteless mush, and this tasted nice, and he wasn't sure how long before the soldiers came back. The fact that food from a bin seemed nicer than the stuff he'd been given only served more to make him hate the situation he'd found himself in, and want to curse Roxanne Flame into oblivion.
He wasn't going to offer the food back again. Jake wasn't an unkind person, but right here he felt his own self interest was above everything else, and he was hungry.
He finished off one sandwich, licking his fingers clean before glancing up at him as he takes the second.
"You've been here all night? Ain't you found somewhere to take you in?"
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Post by Tony Tyler on Aug 28, 2010 1:12:24 GMT -7
He nodded back and tilted his head back to look at the sky. He wasn't an expert, but he could have sworn they looked different to those back home. Everything else was different too, but maybe that was because it was a different time as well. It was still weird.
"Yep, seemed a good enough place to stay. Nah. I don't expect I'll be here long."
He'd given up on getting any sleep tonight. The only rest he'd had since getting here was when he'd dozed off on the train on the way here. But he was used to that, and he wasn't tired. He didn't think he'd be able to sleep anyway.
Somewhere else would probably be better than sleeping rough in an alley, but it sounded like a good idea at the time, and he hadn't counted on dangerous aliens with big teeth.
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Post by Jake Simmonds on Aug 28, 2010 1:40:01 GMT -7
Jake looked at him over the sandwich he was still quickly eating. "Where you gonna go?"
He knew that there were pockets of resistance in this city. The high-ups in UNIT drove themselves and everyone else mad with trying to hunt them down. But he only knew about anything like that from the small conversations he managed to have with Syd.
But, call him selfish, but finding someone else like him only for the guy to run off to another city was just upsetting, in some ways. Then again, he couldn't blame him wanting to get away. He did. Plus, this city was apparantly full of rouge big teethed aliens.
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