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Jack Harkness ([personal profile] iwasforgiven) wrote in [community profile] sixwordstories2011-12-25 12:25 pm
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*is handing out gifts to friends.*

[identity profile] displacementor.livejournal.com 2011-12-25 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[Gina's not here for presents--she's here to talk business with the boss. Because...business. And because Jack, but that's okay.]

Hello, handsome.

[identity profile] displacementor.livejournal.com 2011-12-25 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Not bad. Did you want to wait until after the holiday to talk business?

[identity profile] displacementor.livejournal.com 2011-12-25 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Sir, I'd like to work for Torchwood. I have balanced working for a government agency and a food service job in the past, to good effect until the restaurant was burned down.

[Oh, she knows Ianto's handled it, but still--there's something important in the gesture of volunteering. She volunteered for VALKYRIE, offered herself to Saint.]

[identity profile] displacementor.livejournal.com 2011-12-25 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes: what do you stand for, and what do you need me to do?

[She is serious, standing straight, strictly at attention, attentive, tending toward a certain tension.]

(ooc: I'm sorry. That came out of nowhere.)

[identity profile] likebroadway.livejournal.com 2011-12-25 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Jack. I don't celebrate Christmas.

[identity profile] likebroadway.livejournal.com 2011-12-25 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[She looked down at the box in her hands and then back up at him, slowly she shook her head and handed it back to him] Thank you but..I-I don't... [She's just going to move close, hide her face in his chest and cry. She knows that Christmas is supposed to be a happy day for people, but this time of year just makes her miss home even more.]

[identity profile] likebroadway.livejournal.com 2011-12-26 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Her shoulders are shaking as she hides her face against his chest. It seems that they all sometimes forget just how young and alone she really is. Rachel had kept herself to herself, they'd even not known she'd turned 18 almost a week ago. She knew she shouldn't, but she couldn't help but look to Jack like a father figure, but he wasn't one really, just the closest thing she had]

F-first b-birthday and Hanukkah w-without my dads and my friends back home [she explained before hugging him tighter]

[identity profile] displacementor.livejournal.com 2011-12-25 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[Gina's not here for presents--she's here to talk business with the boss. Because...business. And because Jack, but that's okay.]

Hello, handsome.

[identity profile] displacementor.livejournal.com 2011-12-25 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Not bad. Did you want to wait until after the holiday to talk business?

[identity profile] displacementor.livejournal.com 2011-12-25 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Sir, I'd like to work for Torchwood. I have balanced working for a government agency and a food service job in the past, to good effect until the restaurant was burned down.

[Oh, she knows Ianto's handled it, but still--there's something important in the gesture of volunteering. She volunteered for VALKYRIE, offered herself to Saint.]

[identity profile] likebroadway.livejournal.com 2011-12-25 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Jack. I don't celebrate Christmas.

[identity profile] likebroadway.livejournal.com 2011-12-25 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[She looked down at the box in her hands and then back up at him, slowly she shook her head and handed it back to him] Thank you but..I-I don't... [She's just going to move close, hide her face in his chest and cry. She knows that Christmas is supposed to be a happy day for people, but this time of year just makes her miss home even more.]

[identity profile] likebroadway.livejournal.com 2011-12-26 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Her shoulders are shaking as she hides her face against his chest. It seems that they all sometimes forget just how young and alone she really is. Rachel had kept herself to herself, they'd even not known she'd turned 18 almost a week ago. She knew she shouldn't, but she couldn't help but look to Jack like a father figure, but he wasn't one really, just the closest thing she had]

F-first b-birthday and Hanukkah w-without my dads and my friends back home [she explained before hugging him tighter]