Post by Captain John Hart on Jul 7, 2011 15:11:17 GMT -5
Earth was such a boring planet, normally.
He'd been all over the planet looking for a good time, and the best he had come up with had all been illegal, entirely amoral, and not even up to his usual standard of fun anyway. Eventually, some idiot tried to arrest him... he was a bit intoxicated at the time, but he distinctly remembered the charges included 'public indecency', 'grand theft auto', 'attempted murder' (lies and slander, he had been aiming for the shoulder, that was only manslaughter), and... 'jaywalking'.
Seriously, that last one sounded like a bad joke!
If he'd had enough compassion to care, he might have pitied the NYPD for even trying to throw him in a cell. He had just finished beating the hell out of six of them, and was about to walk out of the police station (mostly) unscathed. Again, he'd been good... no fatalities, and he even resisted the urge to set a bomb to go off in the station as he walked out.
But then he saw something interesting. Finally. A crack in the whitewashed wall of the station corridor. It didn't look especially natural, in fact it looked like a glowing white demonic grin.
He glanced at his wrist strap to scan it, but just as he looked away from the thing he found himself relocated. Not in time, just in space.
He fell about six feet, into the Cardiff bay, a very annoying distance out from anything resembling dry land. The heavy boots did not help matters.
He began to swim as best he could manage without abandoning his favourite weaponry which was now siding with his boots in an attempt to drown him. Headed for the pier outside of Torchwood's cosy little hideout.
((OOC: Somewhere either between season 2 and season 3... or after season 4... whichever you prefer as long as Jack's there, and Tosh and Owen are already dead... of course, with the time-rift stuff going on, those two could still show up if we get them on the site.))
He'd been all over the planet looking for a good time, and the best he had come up with had all been illegal, entirely amoral, and not even up to his usual standard of fun anyway. Eventually, some idiot tried to arrest him... he was a bit intoxicated at the time, but he distinctly remembered the charges included 'public indecency', 'grand theft auto', 'attempted murder' (lies and slander, he had been aiming for the shoulder, that was only manslaughter), and... 'jaywalking'.
Seriously, that last one sounded like a bad joke!
If he'd had enough compassion to care, he might have pitied the NYPD for even trying to throw him in a cell. He had just finished beating the hell out of six of them, and was about to walk out of the police station (mostly) unscathed. Again, he'd been good... no fatalities, and he even resisted the urge to set a bomb to go off in the station as he walked out.
But then he saw something interesting. Finally. A crack in the whitewashed wall of the station corridor. It didn't look especially natural, in fact it looked like a glowing white demonic grin.
He glanced at his wrist strap to scan it, but just as he looked away from the thing he found himself relocated. Not in time, just in space.
He fell about six feet, into the Cardiff bay, a very annoying distance out from anything resembling dry land. The heavy boots did not help matters.
He began to swim as best he could manage without abandoning his favourite weaponry which was now siding with his boots in an attempt to drown him. Headed for the pier outside of Torchwood's cosy little hideout.
((OOC: Somewhere either between season 2 and season 3... or after season 4... whichever you prefer as long as Jack's there, and Tosh and Owen are already dead... of course, with the time-rift stuff going on, those two could still show up if we get them on the site.))
