Post by Jessie on Jan 8, 2017 8:06:51 GMT
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Verse: Torchwood/Doctor Who
Character Name: Ianto Jones
Face-Claim: Gareth David-Lloyd
RP Sample:
All Ianto registered was a searing pain going through his body. He didn't recall exactly why, or if he was somewhere being tortured, or if...well, if he went over all those scenerios, it'd take him a lifetime to figure out why he was in pain. But when the pain stopped, Ianto felt fine, if nothing a bit dizzy and tired. However, it was dark when Ianto opened his eyes. He wondered for a second if he'd gone blind, but if he looked closely, he could see fainted outlines of satin above him. Of course he would recognize satin in complete and utter darkness. As quick as the lighthearted thought came to mind, his body registered the soreness in his throat. The ache in his back. The lack of oxygen. The fact that he had been dying in Jack's arms. The thought made Ianto panic because he was dead. He was supposed to be dead. Why wasn't he? Where was he?
"Coffin. I'm in a coffin. It explains the satin." He thought, a sudden fear gripping him. He watched far too many movies to know that nobody would hear him from down here, six feet under. Someone had clearly buried him. So, Ianto did what he'd seen in those exact movies, despite knowing media was probably something not to be trusted. Ianto pulled his shirt up slightly, enough to cover his mouth. He placed his hands at the top of the coffin, and kicked both of his feet as close to the middle of the coffin as he could, which wasn't very close, considering his lack of room, and he was almost certain that if he hadn't been so desperate and on an adrenaline high, Ianto would be feeling some pain. (He was sure he would feel it later, if he made it to later that was.)
"Come on...." He muttered, his voice muffled because of the shirt over his mouth, and throat aching. as he kicked his legs at the top of the coffin again, and again, until dirt began piling in on him. From this point, he had no idea what to do, the movies he had watched never gave him a step by step guide on how to escape if you happened to wake up from the dead. So he did the only thing he could thing of, and began clawing his way to the top. At some point, his shirt, which had been used to block his mouth from the dirt, had fallen back down to his proper place, so Ianto came up from the ground, struggling and panting for air, spitting out dirt as he did so, though he was sure he was still tasting some in his throat.
For a full minute, he just laid there, on the slightly uneven ground where he had been buried, looking at the tombstone. 'Jones, Ianto Jones' it read, and nothing else, but a bouquet of flowers was there, and despite looking several weeks old, it had told him not only had Jack been the one to bury him here, but someone had been visiting. Not that he could worry about that now. He had to find someone. Jack, Gwen, hell, even his sister who was clueless about all of this stuff, he would do with seeing her. He was just so confused, so alone, and though he loved his sister and Gwen, Jack was the one who could understand this. Because Jack had done this far too many times, and not only would he be able to help Ianto, but he would be able to give him some sort of comfort.
Just anything to stop the confusion.
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Preferred OOC Name/Nickname: Jessie
Verse: Torchwood/Doctor Who
Character Name: Ianto Jones
Face-Claim: Gareth David-Lloyd
RP Sample:
All Ianto registered was a searing pain going through his body. He didn't recall exactly why, or if he was somewhere being tortured, or if...well, if he went over all those scenerios, it'd take him a lifetime to figure out why he was in pain. But when the pain stopped, Ianto felt fine, if nothing a bit dizzy and tired. However, it was dark when Ianto opened his eyes. He wondered for a second if he'd gone blind, but if he looked closely, he could see fainted outlines of satin above him. Of course he would recognize satin in complete and utter darkness. As quick as the lighthearted thought came to mind, his body registered the soreness in his throat. The ache in his back. The lack of oxygen. The fact that he had been dying in Jack's arms. The thought made Ianto panic because he was dead. He was supposed to be dead. Why wasn't he? Where was he?
"Coffin. I'm in a coffin. It explains the satin." He thought, a sudden fear gripping him. He watched far too many movies to know that nobody would hear him from down here, six feet under. Someone had clearly buried him. So, Ianto did what he'd seen in those exact movies, despite knowing media was probably something not to be trusted. Ianto pulled his shirt up slightly, enough to cover his mouth. He placed his hands at the top of the coffin, and kicked both of his feet as close to the middle of the coffin as he could, which wasn't very close, considering his lack of room, and he was almost certain that if he hadn't been so desperate and on an adrenaline high, Ianto would be feeling some pain. (He was sure he would feel it later, if he made it to later that was.)
"Come on...." He muttered, his voice muffled because of the shirt over his mouth, and throat aching. as he kicked his legs at the top of the coffin again, and again, until dirt began piling in on him. From this point, he had no idea what to do, the movies he had watched never gave him a step by step guide on how to escape if you happened to wake up from the dead. So he did the only thing he could thing of, and began clawing his way to the top. At some point, his shirt, which had been used to block his mouth from the dirt, had fallen back down to his proper place, so Ianto came up from the ground, struggling and panting for air, spitting out dirt as he did so, though he was sure he was still tasting some in his throat.
For a full minute, he just laid there, on the slightly uneven ground where he had been buried, looking at the tombstone. 'Jones, Ianto Jones' it read, and nothing else, but a bouquet of flowers was there, and despite looking several weeks old, it had told him not only had Jack been the one to bury him here, but someone had been visiting. Not that he could worry about that now. He had to find someone. Jack, Gwen, hell, even his sister who was clueless about all of this stuff, he would do with seeing her. He was just so confused, so alone, and though he loved his sister and Gwen, Jack was the one who could understand this. Because Jack had done this far too many times, and not only would he be able to help Ianto, but he would be able to give him some sort of comfort.
Just anything to stop the confusion.
::Questions Hidden By Ren::
Preferred OOC Name/Nickname: Jessie