timeless_boa's Journal

5:26pm: ( App )

10:33pm: Okay....someone please tell me I'm not going insane.

That storm did happen.

( Private to Sarah Jane Smith )

11:32am: [Filtered to Rose]

Rose, you're not going to believe this.

2:44am: [Filtered to Rose Tyler, Ianto Jones, Sarah Jane, and Jenny]

I'm thinking it's about time all five of us met...well. Now more than ever.

What do you guys say...?

9:49pm: Screened and sent to the network journal under "private"

Here I am, but this time I don't care if anyone else can see this... because this isn't for them.

What do you want? Whoever's out there, the government, I don't know. But I do know you're out there, listening to this. Reading this.

So come on, I was once the leader of Torchwood. The walls of time and space are falling so let me help. Give me something. Obviously you know who I am, what I know; I know what you can do, right? I have no idea if that's why you sent the Dalek, but I'm throwing down the white flag here.

So hit me, give me a bone, something. Anything. Let me help or by god don't think this'll end here

Trust me, I don't want that, but you don't want a man who can never die tracking into something like this

--Jack Harkness

12:42am: March 22, morning.

It's been one hell of a couple of days. I don't even know what this place is....all anyone's told me is it's the end of the world. And hell, I don't know. Maybe I don't even care. I just don't know. Wouldn't even be writing in this thing if I weren't so damned drunk. Hope no one can see this--but knowing my instinct and the fact this place, on any other given day, would seem suspicious as hell to me I'm betting they can.

So whoever's there just know I really...really don't give a damn.

If it's the end of the world, well, even if it wasn't. Can't find it in me. Just can't.

/Jack Harkness

3:22pm:

Please. Don't forget me

( RP example 2 )

2:30pm: ( RP sample 1 )

2:09pm: ( Application )