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PostSubject: Torchwood: Zero   Sun Jul 17, 2011 2:44 am

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PostSubject: Re: Torchwood: Zero   Sun Jul 17, 2011 2:47 am

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beep. beeep. Beep. BEEP. BEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!

The noise of the alarm clock was enough to wake the dead. Or to completely and utterly piss the dead off, whichever came first. Nonetheless, from underneath a pile of blankets, a hand shot out and fumbled with the switch on the clock. Nimble fingers easily made the offending sound stop, and the arm retracted back into the makeshift burrow. Its owner grumbled in satisfaction, and the mound shuffled a little before deep and slow breathing could be heard once more. But ten minutes later, the alarm went off again, and a muffled, frustrated roar sounded from the bed.

"Alright! I'm up!" came the cry, and the cluster of blankets was thrown back, revealing a disgruntled man. His auburn hair was mussed and tousled, and he blinked bleary hazel eyes several times to get used to the bright sunlight. One hand fumbled on the nightstand for his glasses, putting them on his face so that the room came slowly into focus. Beside him, an orange tabby meowed with distaste, moving and crawling back under the covers once more.

"Lucky sod."

Groggily, Alistair stood and stumbled to the bathroom, muttering obscenities as he went. He flipped on the light, and then carefully got into the shower. He jumped at the initial shock, then sighed, leaning into the warmth and practically purring at the deliciousness. He yawned, stretching and taking a gulp of the water to get the bad taste of morning breath out of his mouth. He washed himself and his hair, eyes closed in pleasure as his body slowly warmed up again.

He dried off and dressed rather quickly after that, brushing his hair and his teeth before meandering out into his kitchen. He prepared a simple breakfast for himself and practically inhaled it before dumping the dishes in the sink, grabbing his coat, keys, and briefcase, then leaving the house. He locked the door securely behind him, then got into his car and drove through the streets of Belfast, making his way to his place of work. To any passing city-goer, it would seem like he was going towards a ruined, crumpling building, but most would just assume he was some guy from a big company coming to oversee the property to build something else there. Who else would drive such a fancy car out to a dangerous and probably off-limits area?

At any rate, Alistair soon pulled his car into the garage in the back of the building, which, once inside, looked completely different. He parked next to Ara's car--as always, their cross-dressing leader had beaten the doctor here. Smiling to himself, Alex made his way down inside the Hub. Ara was in his office, pouring over some papers and sipping his coffee slowly.

"Hello luv. Looking fabulous as ever today~!" said Alistair, popping his head in and grinning cheekily at the bitch in the red dress.


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PostSubject: Re: Torchwood: Zero   Sun Jul 17, 2011 2:52 am

..:: Felix Mimioux ::..
“We all want to hold in the everlasting gaze; echanted in the r.a.p.t.u.r.e. of a sentimental sway...”

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”Here comes the noise.” Felix grumbled from the small loft of their hub, the noise of his keys clacking now drowned out by the monsoon of a presence that is Alistair. No matter how early he would step off the bus, yawning and shuffling down the road towards Torchwood, the moments between the early morning calm and the rampaging crazy seemed to be getting fewer and farther apart. This in turn made him wonder why the hell he preferred being at work to being alone, but his thoughts always replied with a strong, firm and loud: alone.

The night before, he had made it a point to stay awake as long as possible, watching the history channel until his eyes were sore with protest, but he had not opted to watch his television, merely to listen to it. Felix had been exploring government files for days all in vain; and he had fallen asleep at his desktop computer (lovingly named Kinetika), T.V. blaring, only to be woken up by his neighbor banging on the wall for him to turn it down.

When he had gotten up that morning, the dim light seemed more irritating than ever. His alarm clock had been on the fritz for a week, and the damn thing waking him up an hour early every single morning was not ideal for the few hours of sleep he tended to get. Up until midnight, and then awake again by four. The thought itself made him yawn against the noise of Ara and Alistair chatting, and he quickly opted for his headphones, turning his music on as loud as possible and shoving the buds in his ears. Partly to keep himself awake, and partly in hopes of forming a bubble around himself that none would dare to cross... at least, in a perfect world. He sighed, removing the buds from his ears to speak to them. “Ara? I can't remember the password for the Torchwood database. Will you write it down for me again?”

The fact that the two stopped talking completely to look up into the loft made Felix curse at himself. If he had not said anything, chances are that they would not have even noticed his presence, giving him more time of peace. Damn it all.


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“...but underneath the wheels lie the skulls of every cog; the fickle fascination of an everlasting g.o.d.

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PostSubject: Re: Torchwood: Zero   Thu Oct 06, 2011 12:35 pm

"I will never forget. NO! NO!"

fuckyouLiam yawned as he stretched on the way to the kitchen, turning on the coffee pot once he was there. After refilling Jones' food and water he dished himself up a bowl of Cocoa-puffs. His breakfast was interrupted however when the doorbell rang.
fuckyou“Hey Liam! Is it your birthday or something? Your Gran usually doesn't send half a big a box as this.”
fuckyouNah, just got a new job. Probably enough brown bread and biscuits in here to feed a small army. Have a nice day.” He smiled as he shut the door, his Gran had gone all out this week. As he set the package on the counter, he caught a glimpse of the time. And then proceeded to cuss up a storm that would make his grandad proud seeing as he was half an hour behind.
fuckyouRushing through dressing and only brushing his 'hawk, he grabbed the box and bungied it to the back of his bike before rushing off to get to work. Deciding it'd be too awkward to try to fit his Gran's care package into a toilet, he raced of to the old building. Once he got there he had to wait for the damanta elevator to make it down into the hub.
fuckyouSORRY I'M LATE! I'LL MAKE TEA! WHAT DO YOU WANT?” He screamed as slid into the kitchen area to set down his box and start the tea.

"I will never regret. NO! NO!"

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