[ Private | Voice Recording | Personal Codes | Unhackable ]

None of it is going to heal. I'm now going to be walking around like swiss cheese or somethin' and I can even see right through a couple of the punctured wounds. Not to mention I'm missing a piece of a rib bone.

Isn't this just bloody brilliant.

I swear if I ever find that bitch, I'll-- fuck. I don't know. This is fucked up and I can't even think straight anymore. They saw the bloody video. Everything she made me say and they watched it.

Can this place get anymore twisted? Because at this point I'm 'bout ready to wishing to be back in that damned nuclear plant. I've had enough of this shi-

[pause, hearing footsteps approaching]

--the hell--

[ End Private Recording ]


[ooc: Obviously he isn't in the best of moods and is now being found by good ol' Jack. Fun times to be had. Lulz.]

[ Voice Post | Untraceable ]

-ucking bitch, shit shit shit shit! [something like chains rattling and hitting the ground] Fuck there- there's my-- [scraping sounds]

Shit shit shit. She fucking recorded it- mother fucking bitch.

[pause, something metal clattering to the ground, more chains moving]


Jack, bloody fucking hell, she's got someone and I can't help them. I don't know who but she's fucking got someone from the team and they're being tortured and-- Oh God I can see right through me.

[crunching sound] Oh for Chist's sake, it broke.

--Fucking hell.


[ooc: This post is made early due to the fact I have an eight-to-eight work day followed by an evening out with friends. This post, in actual Poly-time, is made later in the day. Feel free to tag or anything - I'll respond to what I can now and then the rest whenever I have my breaks.

( TRAP DETAILS - The Truth Will Set you Free )]

All right. Think you lot can actually keep from getting yourself injured/poisoned/so on and so forth while I'm out for a while?

Seriously. Where the hell would you guys be without me anyway?


[ooc: Owen is going out in the City just for shits and giggles. Feel free to try and get him to socialize. With his trap coming up this week he's going to need to have something happy/funny/lulz-worthy to look back on.]

Right then. This is new.

I thought these had all healed. Sure as hell were before I was killed.

... Yep, definitely haven't seen these in awhile. Those Weevils really know how to leave their mark, lemme tell you...




[ooc: Long story short on his list of injuries, aside from your basic scratches/scrapes/bruises from being a part of Torchwood there are his injuries from when he let a Weevil beat the shit out of him and the bullet hole in his chest is obviously still there.

He's one very colorful, attractive re-animated corpse for today and doesn't feel an ounce of pain. Go weird RTD plot-twists. Though it'll be nothing compared to Jack if he's affected. >_>b]

[ Filter | Torchwood Three Encryption | Unhackable | Viewable by The Doctor ]

Got it --- Got the bloody damned antidote. Never seen any toxin like this before, took me over a day to get this right.

[ /Filter ]


[ Filter | The Doctor | Unhackable ]

... Thanks. For the help, I mean.

[ /Filter ]

[ Filter | Residents of Mini-Hub | Unhackable ]

I don't care who's doing what in the lab - clear your crap off the work benches and get. When I get there I'm using it and don't anyone interrupt me.

[ /Filter ]


[ Filter | Torchwood Three Encryption | Unhackable | Viewable by The Doctor ]

Just got in contact with the hospital.

Jack is there and will be staying there until I find an antidote for him.

[ /Filter ]



[ooc: Following the events of this. Srs bznz!Owen time.]

[ Private | Personal Codes | Unhackable ]

Don't suppose I can keep up with this.

I know that it's been impossible for me to die, but even after tha- Christ, I just don't know. Jack hasn't said much since we got back about it. Haven't had the heart to even bring it up with the others. Better that way, really.

'sides, things are going all right for Tosh.

[ /Private ]

Haven't used this damn thing in a while. Lost it a few days 'go and just haven't bothered looking for it.

---Oi, Faust, wanted to know if you needed me to cover late night shifts at the clinic.


[ooc: Apparently the result of his HMD is that there needs to be moar Owen. so um... have some? Will be a bit slow on tags though: think I got food poisoning from my lunch and I've been sick all afternoon.]

[ audio recording -- voice post transmission uploading ... ]

--rist, work dammit!

[Running footsteps echoing in what sounds to be in a vast location.] Dunno what's going on up there, but Jack, Gwen - anybody, can anyone hear this? This damned thing is barely workin' now but I'm hoping someone can get thi-

Shit!

[Sounds of scuffling, door slamming.]

Oh this is so not my day.



[ooc: 'Lo eveyrone - Owen is still very much alive, so to speak. Been down in the Underground the whole time. He's unaffected by the curse and just having a ball down below with the stuff roaming about the place. Place holder for now as I run to work, but it's sort of an introduction to sending him (and Jack, right?) back home for a canon update. Be back in about six/seven hours!]

So, Jack. Finally stopped torturing that poor animal now did you? I didn't see any body lying around so I figure you already disposed of it. Next time, though, take it outside, right? And don't broadcast it either.

Otherwise, I'll be out for awhile. -- And no I'm not going Underground either. Just out, all right? Don't need you henning around all the bloody time.

You lot need anything while I'm gone?

( [ Filter | Gwen | Unhackable ] )

( [ Private | Personal Codes ] )



I'll be in later, Faust.

Since I'm always looking to improve in writing for this character, helpful advice and suggestions as always welcome. Seeing as he is a snarky and complicated character I'm always trying my very best to bring forth the Owen everyone knows to the City.

So, any comments can be left here on this post. Granted, if I am to be flamed then it happens. But I would prefer help over wank.

Comments screened.

Contact Information

AIM byewonderland [or] an herbal tea [private]
Email pale.wisteria@gmail.com [or] golden_twilight@hotmail.com
Personal Journal nodoff

( [ Filter | Faye Valentine ] )

Jack, just 'cause Ianto isn't here to pick up after us you, doesn't mean I'm going to touch your crap to move it.

And where the hell did my shirts go? Not walking around in this bloody one all damn day lon-

...

No. It can't be. It just- We don't even have that device here.



( [OOC Note - Spoilers for 2x12: Fragments] )

( [ Torchwood Three Encryption Coding | Unhackable ] )

Oi. How's the rest of you lot holdin' up?

... and would the damn memories stop playing in the background. Dammit.

[ooc: TW-Crew. After tomorrow's curse (all blame is going to be put on last night's episode, by the way), make sure to pound it into my head that it's to be nothing but cracky-snarky-asshole Owen for like a good month or so. :|b

Huh.

Looks like that curse reversed itself seeing as I'm no longer falling to pieces everywhere, not to mention everything is back in place. Still dead though, but I should have figured that. That entire experience was just very wrong and disgusting though to piss Jack off like that made it worth all the while.

I hear Tosh has decided to grace us with her presence! Would have said something earlier but with the lacking of fingers and a tongue... made it a bit difficult, really.

... And why the hell does it feel like I've got a hangover? Fuck - my head is killing me. I shouldn't even be feeling this. It's not supposed to be possible. Martha, we got anything 'round here? I know I brought some stuff back from the clinic just dunno where it all went to...

( [ FIRST MEMORY - Facing them. ] )

( [ SECOND MEMORY - It was a mercy killing. ] )

( [ THIRD MEMORY - A dead man has nothing to lose. ] )

( ooc time )

Jack. Martha. About the sin-

... Better yet, nevermind. You'll have to get tap from the bathroom.



[ooc: Chunk ala Owen current clogging the kitchen sink. Dead man rotting today! :D]

So.

Sounds like I missed out on most of yesterday which, apparently, everyone was having fun all around. A shame, really.

( [ Private | Personal Codes ] )

[ accidental voice post ]

-he hell- !! [a nice big splash as a body falls into the fountain out of nowhere followed by spluttering and rather colorful language]

Okay, what the bloody fucking- well, damn. [there's silence save for water dripping] This place again? Bloody brilliant.

[oh look - another splash]

[ /end voice post ]

[ooc: Dead man back from his update taken shortly after "From Out of the Rain"! He's currently lying under water not really giving a damn as he thinks. Feel free to notice him not breathing and being under for quite some time (currently standing record is thirty-six minutes!).]

( [ Private | Personal Codes | Unhackable ] )

( [ Torchwood Encryption Coding | Unhackable | Viewable to The Doctor and Martha Jones ] )

( [ Filter | Doctor Johann Faust | Unhackable ] )

So. What to do on a day like this.

... I'm actually tempted to go drinking. Very tempted to.


[ooc: Okay, so apparently LJ has decided to have permanently shut off my comment notification function (unless others still haven't had it fix) since the last time it went down about a week ago because it still hasn't been fixed for me. On any of my journals. So forgive me for missed tags - it's being a damn pain in my ass right now. Oh, and Owen drinking = best way to get back at Jack. For what, we'll never know. But it's fun anyway.]

No, I do not want to talk about yesterday so don't even bother.

And if you do I'm just going to ignore you.

( [ Filter | Martha Jones | Unhackable ] )

( [ Filter | Jack Harkness | Unhackable | Viewable to Martha Jones ] )

[ accidental voice post ]

-ah, yeah, karma's a bitch. What goes around, comes around. Bloody effing clever.

Know what City? Screw you and your curses. Actually, fuck you in general. Instead of staying dead or at least the glove finally losing it's power, here I am wandering around in this piss-shit place with a so-called life.

No, I didn't ask for this. You tell me the point of a doctor who can't bloody breathe. I couldn't even save that man's life because, guess what, Harper! You don't have air in your still lungs. Couldn't do shit back home anyway. Always being reminded of how to be careful.

You're fragile, Owen. You can't heal, Owen. You have to be careful, Owen.

Fucking piss off and let me do what I can do.

--is this ...Brilliant.

Fucking brilliant.

[ end voice post ]


[ ooc: Guess who is oh so very much cursed. ]