Double Drabble: A New Year
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Title: A New Year
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Characters: Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 481: Festive / Festivities at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: The New Year is just beginning, and Jack is patrolling his city.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
Jack strolled through Cardiff’s almost deserted streets in the early hours of the morning. The only people about were a few drunken stragglers who had yet to make it home after the New Year’s Eve festivities. They’d no doubt feel like death warmed over come morning, whereas he felt as fresh as the proverbial daisy; despite his complaints about his condition, there were definite advantages to being immortal, such as not having to suffer through hangovers.
The few hours between the bars and clubs closing, and the city’s businesses opening for a new working day were when his adopted home was at its most peaceful, if you ignored the Weevils lurking in alleys, scavenging through rubbish bins for anything they could eat.
Decorations that had looked so bright and festive when they’d first been put up a month ago were now looking shabby and past their best, partly due to the gales that had whipped across the country around Christmas. In a few days they’d be taken down, another holiday season over, but he could enjoy their cheery sparkles for a little while longer.
A whole new year was just beginning; who knew what the next twelve months would bring?
The End
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 481: Festive / Festivities at
tw100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: The New Year is just beginning, and Jack is patrolling his city.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
Jack strolled through Cardiff’s almost deserted streets in the early hours of the morning. The only people about were a few drunken stragglers who had yet to make it home after the New Year’s Eve festivities. They’d no doubt feel like death warmed over come morning, whereas he felt as fresh as the proverbial daisy; despite his complaints about his condition, there were definite advantages to being immortal, such as not having to suffer through hangovers.
The few hours between the bars and clubs closing, and the city’s businesses opening for a new working day were when his adopted home was at its most peaceful, if you ignored the Weevils lurking in alleys, scavenging through rubbish bins for anything they could eat.
Decorations that had looked so bright and festive when they’d first been put up a month ago were now looking shabby and past their best, partly due to the gales that had whipped across the country around Christmas. In a few days they’d be taken down, another holiday season over, but he could enjoy their cheery sparkles for a little while longer.
A whole new year was just beginning; who knew what the next twelve months would bring?
The End
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Date: 2018-01-07 06:24 am (UTC)Lovely!
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Date: 2018-01-07 11:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-01-07 12:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-01-07 12:21 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2018-01-08 10:52 pm (UTC)Lucky Jack with no hangovers!!
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Date: 2018-01-09 11:48 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2018-02-10 10:32 pm (UTC)A lovely look at the city in the quiet hours of the night. Reminds me of that line from Guys and Dolls where he says "the streetlamp light fills the gutters with gold". Such a great description.
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Date: 2018-02-10 11:49 pm (UTC)Thank you!