[RP] Every night I hone my plan, how I will get my satisfaction, how I will blow your paradise away…

[john_thane]

It's late – or early – when Thane wanders back into the prisoners' room again, pausing just outside the doorless threshold. Hart is asleep, or at the very least docile, and Thane's been going through the Doctor's journal with a fine scan, before anyone gets the idea to retroactively lock anything against him. Psychic networks are tricky like that. Aside from the usual public nonsense, not much has been coming that journal's way.

...except that now, after he thinks he's got most of the backlogged entries down, and flipped to the beginning again...

He came over to ask some valid questions. But the prisoners are talking amongst themselves, none of them asleep even at this awkward hour, and he can't suppress a pang of curiosity. Or what he tells himself can't be a pang of jealous hurt, because he's the one in power here, and what does it matter that they can cling to each other except that it gives him one more thing to take away?

He's got someone to cling to. Or if not cling to, then fuck, and it's not like he needs anything else.

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[john-thane.livejournal.com]

"I know. And I'm sorry that there's nothing I can do about that." Show no reaction. No annoyance. Just concern. "But I suppose Jack would never be prepared to hurt you, and... it's necessary."

'Jack'. Not Harkness. Powerful thing, familiarity.

"You know, they train us," he says, letting the hand slip in toward the collarbone. "So we know every bone and muscle in the human body. Every nerve and gland and reflex. And after a while, that's how we see people - these muscles, these sensations. It takes a keen interest in bodies to be good at what we do."

Up along the collarbone, fingers resting in an arc over her pulse.

"It makes us good at this. It's not the only thing it helps with. You've got a strong heartbeat."

[techniclybrill.livejournal.com]

Tosh snorts a little scornfully as he says Jack would never be prepared to hurt her. Someone hasn't done his research. She tenses a little as his hand moves, tries not to react beyond that, but that last comment gets a slight frown. She's almost certain she doesn't want to know what her heartbeat has to do with it.

[john-thane.livejournal.com]

Thane raises an eyebrow at that. "Or maybe he would," he tries, still prodding very gently. "Like I said, kitten, it's training. We know how to get inside you and make you feel... anything."

He steps back. One of the Doctor's favored humans, one of Harkness's little team, there's no real question in his mind that she's going to be first. And oh, isn't that going to be fun? If there's one person he wishes could be here, it's Harkness. He hasn't paid the man back for everything he's done.

"You're number one, kitten," he says, letting the Harkness facade melt into a grin, reaching up to pat her cheek. "Big day today. You get a couple hours of sleep, if you can."

[xiaomei-mei.livejournal.com]

"Leave her alone," April protests quietly from the Doctor's lap. She's scared, and she doesn't want the Doctor to get hurt more, but... Well, she may be terrified of being hurt, but that doesn't mean she's terrified to sit back and watch the same thing happen to someone else. No one should have to go through anything like what the Academy put her through - breaking her and hurting her and not caring that she was a person.

Of course, however, the moment the words are out of her mouth, the has to bite her tongue (literally) to keep more from coming out.

[john-thane.livejournal.com]

Thane turns around and walks back toward the other room with no indication that he heard April. For the time being she's inconsequential. Unworthy of attention, unworthy of response. Let her whistle in the darkness.

He'll wait a couple hours to see if Sato does sleep. If she does, he'll see if it hits REM. If not, no bonus, no foul. The work of systematically dismantling the Doctor's life begins.