As the World Falls Down - opencasual

[Finley Collins]

Finley hadn't heard from her hub in days and nothing made her worry more. She wanted to go back to them, to help them, but she couldn't. Her orders were to serve in Cardiff/Longon for the local hub. Speaking of, she still had to actually go and check in. Finley had been putting it off, taking care of things in a more vigilante way. She would capture a weevil, immobilize it, and then leave for the current Torchwood operatives to handle. She actually liked it that way but she could only go so long without following orders.

Finley new that she would be going in either later that day or tomorrow. She had to. There wasn't anything else for her to do besides stew in her crappy apartment.

Her crappy apartment she could move out of once she checked in and started getting paid.

Finley walked through the streets of Cardiff, her jacket hiding her sidearms. She kept an eye out for anything suspicious but wasn't finding much. It was a quiet day it seemed, even though Cardiff sat right on top of the rift. That rift should be causing a lot more trouble then it was. Perhaps it was resting, someone had fixed it...it had run out of nasty things to throw through.

Finley didn't care. Fewer people were getting hurt (from what she saw) and that was all that mattered.

Turning a corner, Finley ducked her head and slipped through an archway, right into a wall of stench. Finley covered her mouth with her hand and slowly inched forward, brushing her jacket open in case she needed to defend herself.

[Captain Jack Harkness]

It was official. He was on pest control. Jack hated being on pest control. Since the rift was opened and all sorts of random shit and aliens and God knows what else decided to dump right in to his lap, all he was doing was rounding them up. He had to hunt down various slug-like creatures in the allies and chase Weevils through the sewers, which were the bulk of his troubles. Nasty, smelly creatures, they were. Making him shed his coat and button-down shirt to try to salvage anything. He was tired of sitting in the Hub and just smelling himself after a capture.

Today wasn't his luck either. He saw some extremely large bug, slug, ant, thing that wasn't exactly from Earth work it's way in to the sewers right under the water plant and it didn't exactly smell too nice. A bug in the sewers. Delightful. So Jack, being the savior of Cardiff and London around, jumped down a manhole and chased after it. The sewers were far from dry or clean, and he, unfortunately, slipped quite often whenever the bug jumped from one side to the other. It was a slippery little twat, wasn't it? Jack growled, slipping, his legs falling in to the sewage. He cursed loudly and took off again.

This went on for a good hour at best, the bug not taking any time for a breather. Finally, Jack got smart. He shucked his jacket, which he thankfully neglected to take off now that he thought about it, and threw it at the creature. It landed on the bug, slowing it, and Jack lunged, tackling and pinning the thing down. It screeched and fought until Jack closed his arms around it and squeezed to get it to stop. Something popped and it went still. Jack huffed in large gulps of air and sneezed violently. And he thought Weevils stunk.

Jack chanced a look, seeing the exploded mess inside his jacket, and snorted. Great. He'd need a new jacket. Again.

Angrily, he bundled his jacket up around the now dead creature and picked himself up, heading for the closest way to the surface. After some interesting movements, he found himself on the surface, putting the manhole in place, and out of breath.

Right as he began walking again with his creature in tow, he heard someone and stopped. It was a girl, young and loaded with freckles, opening her jacket and looking around with a keen eye. Jack smiled. She must have been governmental.

"Where were you when I was having all the fun?" he asked with a certain charm in his voice, advancing. "Captain Jack Harkness. Pleasure."