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| Of Wolf and Man; Who let the dogs out, who, who, who? | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 12 2016, 06:14 PM (14,157 Views) | |
| Gene Hunt | Mar 12 2016, 06:14 PM Post #1 |
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*Being a werewolf isn't easy. And neither is being under the thumb of a werewolf hunter. Someone who knows your secret and is only just barely holding back from tracking you down and putting a silver bullet between your eyes for the one reason that you're more valuable to him alive than dead. At the moment, anyway. And it's not like the relationship isn't mutually beneficial in some way. Even though Gene despises taking the money, he has no choice. It's live and live well with all the information he needs or die and end up someone's throw rug. It's been this way for years, between Warren and Gene. It's routine. And so far Gene's fairly sure Warren's the only one who knows. His colleagues don't. They only know that he's unavailable for evening drinks once a month because of "wife commitments", though none of them have been brave enough to point out that they haven't seen his missus in years. Sam definitely doesn't know. It'd blow his little mind,considering how he's already a little peculiar. But of course, like he always does, here's Sam bloody Tyler - his best mate, his right hand, his deputy dog - putting all of this at risk. He doesn't know the specific nature of the danger he's putting them both in, how could he. And Warren would never DO anything about it, he knows that Warren needs Gene too much. Having a DCI at your beck and call is nothing to throw away just because of some uppity little twerp rocking the boat. Right?? * |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 12 2016, 06:35 PM Post #2 |
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*Since Sam arrived on this strange planet that is 1973 it's been a constant struggle, but he's never felt it as acutely as now. The shock of meeting his own mother, along with finding out that Gene is in fact a bent copper (and he isn't the only one) - it's sent Sam reeling. Well, reeling more than he already was. Hospital voices telling him to hang in there, the little girl with her clown trying to make him... What, give up? And then everyone else here. Annie, keeping him sane - Gene, keeping him on his toes. Gene. Before the whole mess with Warren, Sam had thought... He thought they had something. Granted, it would go against everything Sam had ever believed of himself, and Gene certainly went against most moral codes Sam holds himself accountable to. But bloody hell, this is HIS coma fantasy, isn't it? Nothing good comes of trying to understand your own subconscious, Sam knows that by now. Just leads to having a headache. So what if he wants to snog his superior senseless? But then Sam found out about Warren, and when he had tried to confront Gene, he had been pushed away. So Sam decided to do this on his own, as he always does. This is why he's out on his own in the middle of the night, his Cuban Heels clacking far too loudly on the cobblestone road he's walking down. Joni had come to him, asked for his help. Told him to meet her here, on the outskirts of Manchester, because she wanted to give him evidence he could use. Anywhere else would be too dangerous, she'd said. Sam had somewhat of an ominous feeling about this, but he agreed anyway. Now he's at the spot - surrounded by what looks like abandoned homes and empty garages. The only light is coming from the moon that's just broken through the clouds - shining brighter than usual. Sam glances up, notes that it's completely round. Full moon, eh. Gene wasn't at the pub, said he had "wife commitments". Sam hadn't questioned it. Sam sighs, looks back down the road he's come from. His car is down there, just round the corner. He wants nothing more than to go back to bed, but... Joni did ask for his help. He promised to drive her to Blackpool once she'd given him the evidence - tapes she said she had. Tapes were useful, though Sam wishes there were pictures as well... But you don't always get what you want, do you. He just hopes that Joni turns up soon. It's already a few minutes past the time they agreed on.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 12 2016, 09:10 PM Post #3 |
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*Sam is left waiting for a while - they have to make it believable, of course. Joni wouldn't be exactly on time. She'd be trying to creep out, maybe get delayed. But finally it's time. Huffing through his widened nostrils, Edwards pads up the street beside the one Sam's waiting down. The cold air puffs out like smoke from between his sharpened teeth, drool dripping to the ground like thick viscous glue. He knows Sam is there already - his heightened sense of smell picked him up from down the block. He's supposed to get this done quickly - he doesn't want to announce his morphed presence to any bystanders. Get it done, get back quick to report success to Warren. But then... He's got a bone to pick with Sam. He wants to enjoy this. He huffs a low growl, barely audible to human ears, slowly and menacingly turning the corner and blocking the main exit from the alley* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 12 2016, 09:18 PM Post #4 |
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Gladys
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*Sam had been hoping that Joni would be on time... But of course that wasn't going to happen. He wraps his arms around his torso, walks in a tight circle for a little while, trying to keep himself somewhat warm. The only sounds he can hear are his own snuffling and sometimes, far away, a car passing by. When he finds himself craving that rickety excuse for a bed, he knows he's been waiting for far too long already. Sam is just about to try and read the time off his watch in the pale moonlight, when a faint scratching noise makes him raise his head. What...? It could be nothing. Probably just someone walking by. Maybe Joni-- But then, Sam notices the shadow at the end of the road. A big, bulky shape. Inexplicably, a shiver runs down Sam's spine. What the hell...? Sam reflexively takes a small step back. It... Looks like an animal... But an animal this big...?!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 12 2016, 10:39 PM Post #5 |
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*The sight of his prey alone in the dark is enough for Edwards' instincts to take over. He's here for one purpose, and that purpose is to tear this insignificant punk to ribbons. And he's going to do it slowly. Preparing to charge, he bends down and rakes his claws through the pavement, tearing up cobblestones like they're mere pebbles on a beach. Let the idiot freak out for a moment. He doesn't get to inflict terror in this form very often. Then, with an almighty snarl he launches, his muscular, sparcely haired back shining in the moonlight, his tusks glinting as he sprints* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 12 2016, 10:53 PM Post #6 |
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Gladys
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*The shape moves. Sam can see tufts of fur, the moonlight glinting off mighty tusks and teeth, and the glow of feral, red eyes. The sight makes Sam's mind come to a standstill, his eyes wide as saucers. Speechless terror like he's never felt before fills him, overwhelms him entirely. This is not-- how—?! The thing (a massive hog? A dog? Sam can't tell) snarls, and that finally triggers Sam's flight reflex. He needs to get away from whatever this is, whatever his brain has cooked up now. He stumbles back a step and then finally manages to turn, starting to run just as the beast launches itself at him.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 13 2016, 06:41 PM Post #7 |
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*Edwards snarls with pleasure as he sees Sam turn and run. This won't be a long chase. He's already bearing down on Sam after just a few leaps. Deliberately, he smashes into Sam shoulder first, sending his prey sailing onto the concrete. He skids, letting the friction of his claws on the pavement spin him around until he's standing over Sam, teeth bared. If he could speak, he would. But in this form all he can do is huff a blast of stinking air into Sam's face.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 13 2016, 06:55 PM Post #8 |
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Gladys
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*The snarl gives Sam a jolt and he tries to speed up, but just a few seconds later there's a huge presence right behind him, and then it feels like a truck hit him square in the back. The impact propels him forward and sends him flying to the ground, skidding across the cobblestones a good few yards before coming to a halt. He doesn't feel the pain of either impact - that just be the adrenaline, one last tiny rational bit of his mind supplies helpfully - so he scrabbles, trying to get up and turn and see-- The beast is right there, right above him, snorting right into his face. The smell takes Sam's breath away, and his eyes widen even further with unspeakable horror. He can't make sense of what he's seeing - tusks and beady eyes like a boar, a muzzle like... Dog? Wolf? And oh god, those teeth and those claws. And it's massive. And it's got him cornered. Flat on his back like a beetle, shaking and unable to move. Play dead, he suddenly thinks - but it's too late for that, isn't it. Oh god. Without even realising it, Sam chokes out the only clear thoughts tumbling through his mind* Not real. N-not real. |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 13 2016, 06:58 PM Post #9 |
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*Edwards guffaws a snorty laugh. Not real?? Sam's in for a shock. He raises one paw, claws glinting in the moonlight - and smacks Sam to the side, rolling him and turning him onto his back, slamming him into the floor and then kicking him sideways again - toying with his kill like a cat and a mouse* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 13 2016, 07:12 PM Post #10 |
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*The beast makes a sound, almost like a laugh, sending fresh waves of terror through Sam - god, he needs to get away, he needs to -- A whimper forces itself from his throat when the beast raises its huge paw - Oh god this is it, he's done for, he's-- And then he's sent flying again, claws digging into his side. It's one hit after another, Sam hitting the ground, unable to get his bearings before being smacked the other way again, catching a glimpse of those horrible eyes. The next kick sends Sam bouncing off a wall and he hits the ground utterly winded, his chest so tight that it won't allow him to scream. Instincts take over and despite the stiffness in his entire body Sam tries to get away, to scramble away from that monster - up the wall, away, he needs to get away - -!!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 13 2016, 07:19 PM Post #11 |
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*Spurred on by the DI's complete state of terror, Edwards laughs again, pausing a moment to give Sam the time to try and stand up - only be knocked down again as Edwards backhands him down again, onto the floor. This is fun, but he'll have to end it soon - Warren's waiting for him.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 13 2016, 07:28 PM Post #12 |
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*Again that sound, but Sam's almost there, pulling himself up against the wall - The next moment, he hits the ground hard again, something emitting a dull crack at the impact. Sam wheezes, there doesn't seem to be enough air in his lungs for more than that. His whole body is throbbing at this point, though it must be the adrenaline that's cancelling out the pain for now. He's being toyed with, isn't he. Half turned, propped up on shaking elbows and staring back at the beast, the realisation does nothing to spur Sam on. This thing could kill him any moment, and he can't escape. All he can do is stare at that huge nightmarish face, the bared teeth. Is this where he finally wakes up? When things become so unreal that his brain just decides to fuck it all and end this coma dream? It's the last shimmer of hope he had in this insane situation, caught in this monster's gaze.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 13 2016, 07:31 PM Post #13 |
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*Edwards follows up by raising his clawed hand and slashing down, aiming for Sam's face. His attack lands, and as Sam's had snaps to the side, he bats him back instantly, sending him spinning onto his front* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 13 2016, 07:39 PM Post #14 |
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*Oh God, oh GOD-- Adrenaline isn't enough to drown out the searing pain cutting across Sam's face. The scream ringing out doesn't sound like his own, and it stops abruptly as he's spun around, hitting the ground so hard that all air leaves his lungs. Sam can't see, everything's gone red and dark, and his hands fly up to his face to cover it, hot wetness running down his cheeks.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 13 2016, 10:19 PM Post #15 |
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*Ahh, the smell of blood. Nothing better. Let's make some more. Baring his teeth, Edwards lunges down and sinks his teeth into Sam's leg, pulling him upwards until Sam's barely touching the floor. One quick shake and he'll have Sam's spine in two.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 13 2016, 10:26 PM Post #16 |
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*Fresh pain erupts from Sam's leg, and for a moment he's convinced the beast has just bitten it clean off. He screams again, voice hoarse and inhuman-sounding, shock and hysteria taking over- Then he's moving, and a second later all but dangling in the air. Blood seems to be everywhere, he can't see, he'll be ripped apart, eaten, oh god, help me, wake up, save me, please, please, PLEASE--* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 13 2016, 10:59 PM Post #17 |
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*Gene's had a feeling all evening that something shit was going to happen. Despite the obvious full moon happening of course. Because that's ALWAYS shit. Having your body twist and break into new shapes, claws force their way through your skin and your nose snap itself through your damn face by half a metre could never be described as a party. But besides that, Gene can sense it. Something's happening. He locks himself away as he always does, biting his tongue to stop from screaming as the transformation takes hold. And as his body settles, his fur standing on end and then flattening, he FEELS it. He can smell it in the air. Danger. Vulnerability. Sam. Something's going to happen to Sam... Despite the distance between them, Sam's fear sets off something primal in Gene's gut. In this form, Gene can smell every damn thing in the city - the piss in the gutter from the night before, the damp of the canal, the beer spilled on the pub courtyards... And Sam's pheromones, spiking with absolute terror. Shit. He HAD to get into trouble now, didn't he. When Gene looks like a giant killer Lassie. When he's supposed to be hiding, keeping out of sight from anybody who could spark off a hunt for Manchester's Giant Monster Pooch. Keeping himself away from his own hunting instincts. Making sure he doesn't bite or scratch anyone and inflict this torture on them too. But this is something he can't ignore. Sam is his. His DI. His pack. His. Trying to be quiet, Gene uses his nose to nudge up the door of the garage he's shut himself in and hurries through the shadows, following his nose. Sam, Sam, where is Sam? What's he DOING out here at this hour!? And then the scream. Gene's ears shoot up. Two blocks away still. Two blocks. Another scent hits him. Edwards. A whiff of sweat-scented fuzz, drool, blood, pig skin and wet dog. SHIT. He hasn't!!?? Breaking into a full and panicked run, Gene flies through the remaining streets and skids round the corner into the alleyway. A beast. Sam. In its jaws. In Edwards' jaws. An enraged roar fills his ears, too animalistic to possibly be coming from himself. But it ends as his jaws snap shut and he charges forward, mouth opening once again and tearing into the beast's shoulder. DROP HIM!! * |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 13 2016, 11:15 PM Post #18 |
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*So deep into blood-lust by now, Edwards doesn't notice Gene's advance until the moment that roar sounds out. It's the roar of something far more powerful than he is, something far more dangerous. His head snaps around, his helpless prey dangling from his mouth, writhing and kicking out. He reacts too late - the wolf tears into him, pain piercing through the bloodhaze. Edwards gives a pitiful half-yelp half-scream, dropping Sam in the process and hitting the wall with a resounding thud. He scrambles away immediately, tail between his legs, getting as much distance between himself and Hunt as he can. Because, no doubt about it, this is Hunt himself, livid with rage. That wasn't supposed to happen. He wasn't supposed to be there at all. Hunt would be a difficult opponent at any time, but right now, there's no way Edwards could stand his own, not with his shoulder injured, making his right front leg tremble with the exertion of keeping himself upright, and not with the fury emanating off the wolf. Another yelp, defeated and angry, and Edwards turns, half-loping half-limping off into the dark. Sam has no idea what's going on anymore. There's howling, growling, horrible thudding and tearing sounds, another large presence - jesus christ there's more of them, they'll tear him apart between them, his mind can't keep up with this. He lays where Edward dropped him, twisted awkwardly, one hand still pressed against his face in a vain attempt to stop the blood.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 13 2016, 11:24 PM Post #19 |
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*Gene would follow, would tear Edwards APART for this. Hurt Tyler?? No bloody way!! He wants to chase, to rip Edwards a new one - how dare he do this!? Out in the open, in THAT form, go after one of HIS officers!?? But then he hears the ragged breathing below him. Smells the blood again. And his hackles drop, his fur flattens, his teeth hide away. Through the darkness he can see Sam cradling his face... And below his hands... A mess of blood. Jesus.... * Sam!!? *The only noise that escapes him is a throaty grunt. Shit. Wolf. Of course. Then it hits him. Sam needs an ambulance. He needs help right the hell now. And Gene can't even call a bloody ambulance! Can't even tell Sam it'll be alright. That he'll get help. He can't do a sodding thing! Panic beating through his heart, Gene pads closer, stands over Sam and tries to get a better look at his partner. How badly is he hurt?* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 13 2016, 11:36 PM Post #20 |
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*Sam can hear something coming closer, can hear that grunt, and fresh terror shoots through him. But he can't move, he can't try and escape, so his instincts tell him to curl up and protect himself. However, moving hurts. Everything hurts. His face feels like it's been ripped off, his entire body is throbbing with bruises and scratches - he doesn't know it, but Edwards managed to tear through his leather jacket and tear into his side with his claws, and his leg is a bloody mess. So Sam lays there, the sounds spilling from his mouth entirely out of his control - pathetic whimpers and groans and sobs and maybe words as well, it sounds nothing like him, even to his own ears.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 13 2016, 11:41 PM Post #21 |
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*Shit, shit.... This is bad. Really really bad.... Maybe he could try and steer a passed by towards Sam... Try and get him noticed... But that would be too risky... They could just run off and leave Sam there. Or maybe he could try and get Annie.. Or Ray even... Try and get one of the team over here. But how the hell could he do that?? He could attack someone, get them to run down this alley... But no, if he scratched them he'd ruin their life... He huffs in fear and frustration, breaths coming fast and desperate as he tries to come up with a plan. He whines, dipping his head down to nudge Sam with his nose. First he needs to know what kind of reaction he'll get. * |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 13 2016, 11:47 PM Post #22 |
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*The nudge sends fresh horror through Sam's body, makes him wince and try to curl up (though that fails again) - isn't this monster done toying with him?! He can't bear this anymore, and words tumble from his lips* N-no, no, no, please, stop, stop, please, stop - -! *Play dead, a voice tells him. He can't, it hurts too much, the smell of his own blood is overwhelming, the sensation of his hands sticking to his blood-covered face almost too much to bear.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 13 2016, 11:52 PM Post #23 |
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No, no, Sam it's me! It's your Guv!! *the only thing Gene can hope is that the low, gentle growl that comes out sounds non-threatening enough that Sam realises he's not the thing that attacked him. More urgently, Gene nudges Sam again, this time rubbing his nose against Sam's shoulder, urging him to get up. To get to his feet or... Or something!* Come on!! |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 13 2016, 11:58 PM Post #24 |
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*The nudge on his shoulder dislodges Sam's hand from his face for a moment, revealing the deep gashes beneath, running diagonally across his face. Then he clamps it down again with a whimper, trying to roll away from that massive snout that's... ... Nudging him gently? Something in Sam's reeling mind stops. Hesitates. Makes him try and see what's going on. Sam removes his hand just far enough to try and open his eyes - but that turns out to be a bad idea. Pain stabs through his brain as he sees nothing but a dark, vaguely red mess, and a shadow somewhere behind it, before more blood drips into his eyes. Another choked-off scream wrenches itself from Sam, helpless in the face of this agony.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 14 2016, 12:07 AM Post #25 |
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*that scream, no no no!! Sam, no, you're safe now!! Another whine escapes Gene involuntarily and he looks up, panting. There's nobody about. Nobody to help. And Sam's bleeding too much, he can't even bloody see! Jesus, he can't see.... * Shit!! *an urgent huff, another nudge. Get up, get UP!! desperate to get Sam to see hes not in danger any more, Gene follows his instincts and licks at Sam's hair, trying to ignore the metallic taste on his tongue* It's me, for God's sake! It's ME! |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 14 2016, 12:14 AM Post #26 |
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*Sam sobs incoherently, the pain too fresh and immediate - until he feels a strange sensation against head. Something big, rough and wet, rubbing against his hair... No... Licking...? Sam is reduced to instincts and reflexes, and right now, his instincts tell him that this sensation, this gesture isn't hostile. It's soothing. Sam grows quiet, his breathing ragged and too loud to his ears. With his mind reeling as it is, it takes him a few seconds to be able to form the words, but finally he stammers* Wh-what...? |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 14 2016, 04:55 PM Post #27 |
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*Yes! Yes!! Sam, it's Gene!! Unable to communicate any other way, Gene stamps his paw in frustration and lets out another huff. Tongue back in his mouth, Gene then tries to shuffle his snout underneath Sam's neck with the aim to get him sitting up. The only way he can think of to get Sam help is to transport him by himself. And that involves getting Sam to hang onto him somehow. Hoping the feel of his fur and lack of tusks will keep Sam trusting that he's not Edwards, Gene tries to push him up.* Come on, Tyler - get up! |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 14 2016, 05:03 PM Post #28 |
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*The locking stops, and a few moments later there's the feeling of something cold and wet against his neck, burrowing... Pushing... A snout, it must be a snout. But there are no tusks... Sam reaches out reflexively to steady himself, his hand coming in contact with thick but surprisingly soft fur. So this must be some other massive... Beast. The thought sends a shiver through him - this is madness, utter madness - but at the same time, does this mean that... That this beast saved him from the other one...? And now it wants... What...? Sam is sitting up now, a groan escaping him as his chest stings with each breath he takes. He's still got one hand against his face, but the other is now fisted weakly into the fur just behind Gene's ears.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 14 2016, 05:08 PM Post #29 |
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Good, good... That's it, Sammy... Now push them legs up, yeah? *the words come out as a series of encouraging pants, his head pushing up on Sam's back just enough to try and help him. When he feels that tuft of his fur gripped in Sam's palm, that's when he shoves a little harder.* Come on, climb! This this the only time you'll ever be getting a bloody piggy back from me, so you'd better take your chance! |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 14 2016, 05:14 PM Post #30 |
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*The pushing becomes more insistent, and Sam follows blindly until he suddenly pitches forward. His other hand shoots out, and be catches himself against more fur, heat radiating off a massive and strong body. His eyes squeezed shut, Sam gropes about blindly, still feeling the nudges at his back. What is it trying to say...? Then, Sam realises that he's patting what must be a massive back. And he understands - the beast wants him to get on top of it. To... To carry him somewhere...? Maybe he isn't doomed after all... Oh god, maybe this is his chance... With renewed urgency, Sam grabs on and tries his very best to pull himself up. However, he's not even half-way up when his torn up leg buckles, the muscles spasming and sending new waves of pain through him. Sam slumps with a choked-off cry, only just holding onto the beast's back with his hands.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 14 2016, 05:20 PM Post #31 |
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*Sam's too weak. He knew it. That leg of his, it's no good. He needs to find another way... * Shit! *a worried snuffle. What else can he do?? Making sure Sam's still clinging to his back, Gene tries to crane his neck around, nudging his muzzle behind Sam's legs to give him an extra step or push should he need it.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 14 2016, 05:30 PM Post #32 |
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*Sam is sobbing again, the agony overwhelming him. It's just too much, everything combined - the events of the last few minutes have been beyond anything Sam could ever hope to cope with. However - he still holds on. And when he feels the nudge from underneath him, Sam follows blindly, pulling himself up again. It's agony, getting his muscles to pull up the entire weight of his body - although, he's definitely being pushed from below, and the huffing and snuffling doesn't escape his notice. Weirdly enough, it calms him enough to finally be able to force himself to swing one leg over. Just a bit more pulling - shuffling - And there. It feels like he's on the beast's back now, his hands buried deep in its fur. There's tremendous strength emanating from it, leaving Sam feeling both strangely protected and absolutely helpless. Fighting to regain his breath, Sam can't do anything but lie there and wait for what's going to happen next.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 16 2016, 12:43 AM Post #33 |
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*Oh thank god. Sam's moving. He's doing it. Good job, Gladys!! Gene tries to shift his weight as best as he can to help Sam stay on, maneuvering his back until he feels Sam slumped across it. That's as secure as he's going to get, unfortunately... Jesus, he's going to have to be so careful.* Alright, Dorothy... Hold on... *the encouraging growls reverberate through Gene's chest, his body raising itself up to full height. From here he can smell the blood even stronger, as well as the traces of it on the ground. He can hear and feel the pulse of Sam's heart, pumping more of his partner's life out through the puncture wounds in his leg... He's got to hurry. Slowly at first but gradually building up speed, Gene starts to run. His long gangly legs disguised under the thick fur stretch and pelt against the pavement, claws leaving grooves in the concrete. Usually Gene would slink about when he's forced into this form. Keep to the shadows and out of sight completely. Hide from any prying eyes that might raise the alarm or shoot him. Or call the RSPCA. But this time he tears through the streets, uncaring of the streetlights. He has to get Sam to some help!* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 16 2016, 09:06 AM Post #34 |
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*When the beast starts moving, Sam does his best to hold on that much tighter. His face is pressed into its fur, and through the smell of his own blood he catches an overwhelming scent of musk, something wild, and... and something familiar that he can't quite put his finger on. The growl reverberates through him as well, leaving Sam breathless once again. Whatever is happening to him, whatever is happening right now, it's beyond anything he could ever have imagined. It's the constant pain, pulsing through his body and stabbing at his brain, that reminds me that all of this must indeed be real. Why is no one talking to him? Where are the doctors? Those thoughts disappear quickly as the beast begins to run, and Sam has to fully concentrate on holding on with all his mind. His body is being rocked about, the movements of large, powerful muscles underneath him constantly threatening to dislodge him. Every impact of huge paws on the ground sends a jolt through Sam, sets off his injuries, but any groans coming from his mouth are lost to him, immediately torn away by the wind. Christ, they're moving so fast. It's the only thing Sam can do, holding on for his dear life, eyes shut tight against the blood and the agony of his injuries; after a while, however, he can feel his grip starting to let up. He feels sluggish, hardly able to string together a coherent thought, the rush of blood in his ears starting to drown out the panting and padding sounds from below him. Sam tries, he tries so hard - he doesn't want to fall off - but slowly, with each leap the beast makes, Sam starts to slide to the side, unable to get a proper grip.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 17 2016, 01:00 AM Post #35 |
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*keeping his full attention on the weight laid over his back, Gene tears through the streets at full speed. The fact that those claws scratched Sam's face, his eyes... The kind of damage that Edwards could have caused doesn't even bear thinking about. Suddenly Gene feels something else... The weight is starting to slip. He shrugs a little to try and even it out, bit it keeps moving. Oh god...!* Sam, what're you doing...?? Edited by Gene Hunt, Mar 17 2016, 07:53 PM.
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 17 2016, 07:58 PM Post #36 |
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*Sam can feel the additional bumps, each of them feeling like a stab to his chest and he again makes an effort to pull himself back up properly, but it's no use - now that he's begun sliding, he doesn't have the strength to hold against the pull of gravity. He's going... he's going to fall....* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 18 2016, 08:59 PM Post #37 |
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*Feeling Sam start to slide down his side, Gene can do nothing but try to duck back under him and keep him from landing to harshly. With no hands or appendages to grab him with, Gene can't reach behind to stop his fall. Dammit! If Sam's too weak to hang on how the hell is he going to get him to the hospital!??!* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 18 2016, 09:12 PM Post #38 |
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*The fall isn't as long as Sam's cloudy mind anticipated, but the impact still jars him enough to elicit a groan from him. Shit, now that he's lost the contact, the feeling of warmth and strength underneath him, he can feel panic rising back up through the haze of pain. One numb hand pressed against his face again as far as possible, Sam reaches out blindly, trying to find the beast again - if it decides to just leave him here, what's he going to do...?!* ... please...! *it's out before he knows it is, broken and helpless* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 19 2016, 01:05 AM Post #39 |
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*Gene dips as low to the floor as he can to prevent Sam from falling too far, but the impact still vibrates through the tarmac into his paws. He turns instantly, nudging Sam's chest with his nose urgently, a whine emitting from his throat.* Sam... We're almost there!! Just a bit further, come on...! |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 19 2016, 10:27 AM Post #40 |
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*The nudges to his chest are both a relief and a source of more pain, the touches sending fresh spikes of pain through Sam. He gives a pained choke in response to the whine above him, his hand finally coming in contact with fur again. But he can't... After the fall, even though it wasn't as bad as it could have been, Sam is left winded, debilitating pain keeping him from getting a proper grip again. The beast obviously wants him to get back onto its back... And Sam wants to, he doesn't want to die, even in his own damn coma nightmare. But....* ... I-I can't...! |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 19 2016, 10:17 PM Post #41 |
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*heart breaking just a little at Sam's broken words, Gene whines again more urgently. He's got to get Sam to try! The only other option is to carry him in his mouth, but... If he accidentally broke the skin Sam could--! .... Sam could turn. He could inflict this on Sam. This monthly dose of pain and danger, of being mute and apart from the world. He doesn't want that. But if it's his only option..... His instincts take over and he licks at Sam's face again, trying to encourage him.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 19 2016, 10:27 PM Post #42 |
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...! *Sam takes a small sharp breath as he feels a rough tongue licking across his cheek and hand, again and again. Just like before... and that whine too... It really wants him to try and get back up... There is something about the knowledge that something this big, wild and powerful is trying to help him so badly. It's something that gets at him, through the pain and the fear. So, after a few more seconds of catching his breath and trying to cope with the pain, Sam heaves himself up onto his elbow with difficulty, forcing his other hand to get a proper grip on the fur. He'll need help, but this time, he finds himself trusting that whatever this beast is, it's going to aid him as much as it can. It's an incredibly strange thought, but at that moment, it's the most comforting thing Sam has, so he'll cling to it with all he's got.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 20 2016, 11:12 PM Post #43 |
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*thank god, Sam's trusting him. Even though he's unable to speak, Gene seems to be getting the message through. What must be going through Tyler's mind right now... Knowing that Sam's going to need help, Gene cranes his neck down and locks at the back of Sam's head, his rough tongue making a rasping sound as it rubs upwards against Sam's hair. Come on, you can do it! Because if Sam can't, Gene's going to have no choice but to try and use his teeth. Carefully. L* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 21 2016, 08:43 AM Post #44 |
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*The licking continues, as though the beast is trying to further encourage him. And it IS comforting, the rough tongue passing over his hair over and over again. Sam would be laughing if he wasn't in so much pain.* ...a-alright...! *He doesn't know if he's spurring himself on or telling the beast that he's doing his best. Regardless, Sam pulls himself up further, inch by inch, his arms trembling with the exertion. He can feel more blood dripping down his face, down his leg, but he ignores it, pulling himself up until finally.... Finally he's back up, gasping for breath. For a moment, Sam doesn't even know where he is, his mind blanking out* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 21 2016, 11:50 PM Post #45 |
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*Gene whines urgently as he feels Sam slowly managing to climb back on.* Yes, yes, come on....! Gladys you can do it...! *As Sam's weight finally settles over his back once more, Gene pushes himself up to full height once more - but slowly and carefully, making sure not to tip one way or the other. And then with as much care as he can, Gene starts running again. This time though, trying to limit the amount of force his long lanky legs hit the ground with. They're so close, so close! Just hang on, Sam!* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 22 2016, 08:33 AM Post #46 |
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*Sam can feel it. He can feel that now the beast is a lot more careful, though no less urgent. He clings on with the last of his strength, his hands buried deep in velvety fur. No matter how careful the beast is, Sam still feels every impact, sending sharp stabs of pain trough him. The smell of his own blood is overwhelming - his face must be caked in it by now.... God. He can't think about that, or he'll faint. So Sam concentrates on the sound of the beast's panting breaths, the sound of its massive paws hitting the pavement.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 23 2016, 12:22 AM Post #47 |
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*keeping his full attention on the weight laid over his back, Gene tears through the streets at full speed. The fact that those claws scratched Sam's face, his eyes... The kind of damage that Edwards could have caused doesn't even bear thinking about. Finally they reach their destination. Gene slows to a halt opposite the hospital, stopping in the shadows across the road. What does he do now?? He can't exactly burst in there and bark at the staff until they take Sam from him! But to just leave him outside? What if he isn't found in time?? His only option is to cause a ruckus. Make SURE that someone comes outside. Cautiously, Gene starts to pad across the road towards the hospital doors.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 23 2016, 08:31 AM Post #48 |
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*By the time the beast slows down and stops, Sam is barely conscious anymore, the rhythmic padding and swaying having lulled his mind considerably. He doesn't even try to raise his head - he wouldn't be able to see anyway, as the throbbing pain all over his face reminds him - instead lying passively on the beast's back, his hold weaker than before. This time of the night it's fairly calm at the hospital. There's a bored porter, reading old magazines and smoking one cigarette after the other. Further inside, at the desk, there's a woman, although judging from how her head is resting on her forearms, she seems to be asleep. A doctor has just entered the lobby, tired rubbing his eyes as he approaches a rickety vending machine, in search of a snack to get him through the rest of his shift.* Edited by Sam Tyler, Mar 24 2016, 08:57 AM.
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 24 2016, 12:12 AM Post #49 |
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*Gene can sense the people inside, even from across the road. He can smell the aftershave, the metallic tang of the coin the doctor produces from his pocket. The overpowering and enticing scent of the bacon crisps that he opens.... At least there's people there. Now Gene just has to get them OUT. Get them to find Sam. And without them spotting his big old hairy self in the process. Very carefully, he approaches the doors and gently tips Sam off of his back and onto the ground. It's hard trying to make sure Sam doesn't hit his head, but lowering himself as much as possible and using his nose and bushy tail to try and cushion him he hopefully prevents further injury. Knowing that this is he last time he'll see Sam until morning, Gene can't help nudging his snout against Sam's cheek and letting out a sad and worried huff of air. He wants to go in with Sam. God, he wants to. But he can't. Not like this. He can't even ask them to call him once Sam's allowed visitors. Once he's out of danger. Gene's just going to have to go back to his hiding place and wait the agonising wait for his body to snap back into place bit by bit. But as soon as it does... He'll be back here. Jaw tensing, he stands and does the only thing he can think of to get attention. He leaps over Sam's body and collides with the hospital doors with an almighty bang. They slam together, bouncing off the hinges and continuing the cacophony by rattling in place. And as soon as the impact is made, Gene is gone, praying to nobody in particular that Sam will be okay.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 24 2016, 09:07 AM Post #50 |
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*Sam can feel himself shift, and he doesn't understand - he shouldn't fall off the beast's back, he won't be able to make it back up again--! But it's too late, gravity gets the better of him. Luckily, he doesn't hit the ground all too hard (something is cushioning his fall)... Sam's mind fades out, then comes back at the cold, wet sensation to his cheek. He gives a weak groan, trying to raise his hand and reach for the beast's snout... Don't go, please... Don't leave me...! But then, it's gone. And a second later, there's an almighty bang. The people in the lobby all flinch violently as Gene throw himself against the door. The nurse at the front desk sits up, torn out of her little nap, the Porter nearly falls off his chair, and the doctor jumps back and hits his back against the vending machine, which dispenses and extra packet of crisps as a result. "What the--?!" The Porter comes out of his cubicle quickly - he didn't see anything, having been on the verge of nodding off, but he can see the doors still vibrating, small cracks having appeared at the edges. "What the hell was that?!" He turns to the doctor, who shrugs helplessly. "I-I didn't see anything." The Porter curses - if this was that gang of kids that come around sometimes... He'll give them a hiding they won't forget so quickly. Quickly working up a rage, he storms through the doors, fully expecting to see their retreating forms in the distance. But there's only Sam, lying on his side, to weak to try and stop the bleeding from the cuts on his face, to weak even to call out.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 25 2016, 12:21 AM Post #51 |
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*"SHIT!!" The porter's jaw drops. Jesus Christ, what happened here?!? Voice panicked and rough, he yells back into the lobby. "Help! Some help out here?!?" Confused by the tone of the porter's voice, the doctor rushes out to join him, crisps forgotten. "Holy--!!" Instantly, he turns and rushes back in. A moment later he's joined by two colleagues and a trolley. As carefully as they can, they lower the stretcher down beside Sam and try to shift him onto it. "Hello? Sir? Can you hear me? Can you tell me what happened here??"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 25 2016, 09:56 AM Post #52 |
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*Suddenly there's raised voices, and then a burst of activity. Sam turns his head to where the voices are coming from, flinches when suddenly, there's hands on him, moving him. He can't open his eyes, can't see who it is, what's happening... Is.... Is this it...? Is he saved...?! He knows that tone of voice instinctively, even though he can't remember what exactly it means, who it belongs to. All he knows is that he needs to make sure they help him, they get him to a hospital... So he forces the words out, through the stabbing pain in his chest, past the agony that comes with moving any muscle on his face* ... H-help me. |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 27 2016, 12:40 AM Post #53 |
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*"We are, sir - just getting you inside." Shit, the man's face... As they wheel Sam through the doors and into the light the mess is right there, blood and grit all over the place. And those gashes, right across his face, his eyes.... As they hurry down the corridor, he leans in again. "Can you tell me your name, sir?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 27 2016, 06:21 AM Post #54 |
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*His name... They should know his name, shouldn't they? They've been calling him so often-- the... The doctors... But no, wait, this isn't one of them, who is the person who's talking? No, concentrate, he said they were helping... And Sam is moving now, he can hear the echo of footsteps... So he's inside a building... Sam has to concentrate hard to keep his mind from wandering and to answer the doctor's question, though it happens with some delay.* ... Sam... T-Tyler. |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 27 2016, 11:52 PM Post #55 |
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*"Okay Sam, we're going to have to put you to sleep for a little bit, sort that leg out and have a look at your face, okay? Just relax.... You're in good hands." The doctor gestures to a nurse, who's already running towards them with tubes and needles and everything else they need. As the needle slips into the back of Sam's hand, the doctor hisses to the nurse, assuming Sam can't hear. "Anybody know what the hell happened yet?? Whatever hit the doors pretty much broke the hinges!"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 28 2016, 09:27 AM Post #56 |
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*... Oh... So he's in a hospital already... So the beast brought him as close to help as it possibly could... Sam hears bits and pieces of what is said next, but his mind is too hazy to make much sense of it. The anaesthetic spreads through his system quickly, and very soon Sam loses himself. The last thing he hears is the faint, steady beep of a heart monitor, slowing down. Hang in there, Sam... And he's gone. The nurse shakes her head, eyes wide. "Nobody saw anythin'! I'll ask the other night guards, but we've got nothin' so far."* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 30 2016, 11:30 PM Post #57 |
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*The doctor shrugs, frustrated. Sadly they'll never know. But anyway - Sam needs his attention, urgently. A deep breath and he waves towards the operating rooms. "Prep him. We're going to need to look at his face. God knows what happened." -------------------- Gene's going crazy. All night he waits, hiding in the old shed he uses when he's in a pinch. Senses on high alert he can smell the blood on him still... Sam's blood, metallic and tangy, thick and sticky drying on his fur. He can still taste it, a mixture of blood and sweat and soap from Sam's hair. From here he can't hear what he so desperately wants to - Sam's breathing, his heartbeat... He needs to know he got there in time. He needs to know what's happening! Whether Sam's even alive or not! He's there alone now in that state, nobody to watch over him... Gene snorts in fear and frustration, digging his claws into the damp muddy floor beneath him. Change back, change back, change back....!!! He doesn't even know what time it is, how long until sunrise... The ticking of the watch he left on his spare clothes is deafening and mocking, but it's too small and delicate for his enormous paws to hold. Change back, change back, come ON! Hours later finally it happens. The first rays of sunlight peek over the fences and hedges and the process begins. The stinging all over as his fur retracts, the sudden snapping and grinding of bones as they crack back into their old shape. His claws sink back into his skin, his muzzle crushing back into his face, softening and forcing itself back into cartilage and muscle. Ten minutes later, Gene's tugging on his spare clothes, body covered in dry blood and dirt, hair sticking up all angles and his muscles trembling. Usually it takes him a good hour to recover enough after a transformation to move about, but this time it's urgent. He'll just have to manage, whether his body wants to cooperate or not. He hurries on shaky legs over to his car, parked in its usual spot round the corner. Driving is tricky when he can barely feel his fingers, but he manages - and at last he's stumbling in through the hospital doors and gripping the front desk.* Sam... Sam Tyler....? |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 31 2016, 06:05 AM Post #58 |
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*The nurse at the front desk, having started her shift less than an hour ago, is busy getting her files in order when Gene approaches. She looks up as she hears the stammered words - and gasps, horrified, half rising from her chair. "Sir, are you alright?!" Because that man looks absolutely dreadful - milky pale, dark rings under his eyes, dirt (at least she hopes it's dirt) stuck in his unruly hair, and other dark splotches just visible under a crumpled collar... And there, they're close to his mouth as well...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 31 2016, 10:55 PM Post #59 |
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*Gene grips the desktop harder and tried again, still too dazed and panicked to properly realise what he must look like.* Tyler... He was left outside last night, scratches on 'is face, leg.... Leg was bitten... Or something... *God, he can't remember now... All he can remember are the deep scratches across Sam's face... That strong, expressive, sarcastic, endearing face... Jesus... * Where'd you put 'im? |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 1 2016, 06:16 AM Post #60 |
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*"Sir!!" The nurse stands up fully from her seat - the story the man is telling rings a bell, but that's not important right now! "You look like death warmed up! I'll call you a doctor, you need medical attention..." And she's already reaching for the phone on her desk; she doubts that this man would be able to make it anywhere in his state, least of all to one of the IC wards...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 2 2016, 11:45 PM Post #61 |
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What--?? *a doctor? For him? No, that's not... That's not what he needs....! Trying to pull himself together, Gene mutters.* Hair of the dog. *Starts making his way past the desk, determined* If you won't tell me I'll find 'im myself. |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 3 2016, 09:25 AM Post #62 |
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*There's a little gasp. "Wait!" The nurse takes a few quick steps, standing in Gene's way and trying to assess his state. A hangover? Really?! If this is just an excuse... And what about those stains....?! But when she looks closer, she realises that yes, it is entirely possible. The pallor of the man's face, the rings underneath his eyes... The way he's swaying slightly... In that case, however, he shouldn't go around bothering patients... Unless... Suspicion still in her voice, she asks, "Who did you say you were looking for? Sam... Tyler?"* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 3 2016, 11:05 PM Post #63 |
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*Yes, come on, please...!* Yeah. And I know for a fact he's here. *Don't call security, don't call security...!* So, you gonna tell me where he is or not?! |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 4 2016, 07:42 AM Post #64 |
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*The nurse looks at Gene suspiciously for a few more seconds, before turning back to her desk. "One moment." With a glance that says "and STAY there", she pulls out last night's logs, starts leafing through them. And quickly, she's found what she's looking for. "DI Sam Tyler, admitted last night at around 2 AM." She looks up and at Gene, even more suspicion in her expression now. "Says 'ere we only contacted the police so far, nobody else knows of him." The question, though unspoken, is clear: Who the hell are you, and why do you know about DI Tyler?* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 4 2016, 12:41 PM Post #65 |
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*Oh thank god, an opening. Desperation and irritation plain on his face, Gene scrabbles around in his coat - thank christ he put it in his car!* Oh, well bloody hell, would you look at that! *whips out his badge, holding it upside down and waving it in the nurse's face* |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 4 2016, 12:48 PM Post #66 |
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*"..." The nurse blinks, then frowns and cocks her head, trying to read what's written on the badge. After a few seconds, she steps back, glancing back at the folder. This does make sense... A hungover chief inspector, having only just heard of his DI's hospitalisation... She looks back at Gene. "IC ward 26." However, before he can storm off, she grabs Gene's sleeve, holding him back a moment longer. "DI Tyler was badly injured, so if you go up there raising a ruckus, sir, I'll have security remove you from the premises, badge or no badge!"* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 4 2016, 10:40 PM Post #67 |
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*Gene's already stepping forward as the woman grabs his sleeve - and so being stopped in his tracks doesn't exactly go down well. He turns to her, raising his eyebrows.* Is that a proposition? If you're hinting at desire for a 'ruckus' you'll have to look elsewhere, matron. I'm a married man! *ignoring the fact that 'married' doesn't necessarily mean 'together', Gene yanks his sleeve away from the nurse and storms off down the corridor in the direction of the IC wards. He doesn't have time for this. He just needs to see Sam. To see that he's alive. To see that he got there in time. After some searching, he makes it. Taking a steadying breath, Gene braces himself - and opens the door to Sam's room* |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 5 2016, 09:15 AM Post #68 |
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*Gene leaves the matron speechless with righteous anger. Sam's got a room to himself, though the way he is now, he wouldn't be able to tell. The upper half of his face is bandaged completely, covering both his eyes. He doesn't react when Gene opens the door, and the steady rise and fall of his chest suggests that he's asleep. There's a heart monitor, beeping quietly and steadily. Apart from that and the drip from the IV, the room is quiet. The chart at the foot of Sam's bed is filled with small, neat handwriting. There are more bandages on Sam's arm, lying on top of the blanket. The rest of his injuries is hidden underneath - the bruises, the cuts, and of course his leg.* Edited by Sam Tyler, Apr 5 2016, 11:46 AM.
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 5 2016, 11:26 PM Post #69 |
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*at the sight, Gene takes a deep breath, letting it out with a sigh. He's alive. He doesn't look good, but... He's alive. There's the proof, right in front of him. Cautiously he enters the room and shuts the door behind him. With the bandages over his face, Sam could be asleep or wide awake... And Gene doesn't know which one he hopes for. Quietly, he approaches Sam, looking down at him and taking in every detail - every little scratch, every hair out of place... Edwards is going to pay for this. Warren or no Warren, Gene can't let this go. He can feel his hackles rising further and further the longer he stares, the longer he thinks about it, the urge to protect his pack overpowering everything. But no, he can't right now. Gene just needs to stay here, make sure Sam really is okay. Find out what's under those bandages. God, what state is his face in? Can he even see?? Biting his tongue Gene sits on the bedside chair and leans back with another frustrated sigh. Seems like Sam really is asleep. He'll just have to wait.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 6 2016, 11:07 AM Post #70 |
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*Still no reaction from Sam, even as the chair creaks underneath Gene's weight. He really is asleep... though not for much longer. "... we did what we could, but no one could have predicted this kind of reaction to a fairly routine procedure like that. Needless to say, we are terribly sorry." "Oh, my beautiful boy..." "Mrs Tyler, don't give up hope. Once he wakes up, there is every chance that Sam will regain his vision. We will do what we can to help along while he's still in a coma. As far as we can tell, there is no permanent neurological damage." Sam is floating in darkness, listening to the voices. His mum is trying hard to keep the tremor out of her voice, but she's barely succeeding. The doctor sounds professionally ashamed, but Sam thinks he can detect some impatience there. Bastard, he thinks. "Sam... can you hear me...? Sam...?" Yes, yes! Sam tries to say it, but his mouth won't move. He tries to open his eyes, but all he sees is inky black. He closes his eyes again - and suddenly it seems like things around him are in motion. He frowns, trying to make sense of this... Beep.... beep... .... beep.... beep... The hospital. Still the hospital. Sam can hear faint creaking, someone breathing. Who is it? Sam takes a deeper breath, moving his head a little. His eyes won't open, so he can't look... what...? Voice rough and thick, Sam mutters* ... m-mum...? |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 6 2016, 11:14 PM Post #71 |
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*That murmur draws Gene out of his own head, his eyes snapping back onto Sam's bandaged face immediately. And god, that word. It's like a punch to the heartstrings. Keeping his voice as steady as he can, Gene replies and leans forward.* 'Fraid not, Gladys. Not nearly enough bosom for that. *Gene's never met Sam's mum - he doesn't even know if she's still alive. But he's still unsure whether Sam's waking up or dreaming, so he goes for it.* You tell me how to find 'er and I will though, Sam. I will. |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 7 2016, 08:49 AM Post #72 |
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*Sam inhales sharply and flinches when Gene speaks - he knows that voice. Gene.* ... Guv. *So he's... He's in 1973 still. With that familiar tight feeling of disappointment in his chest, Sam turns his head towards the sound of Gene's voice. So he must be awake... But strangely, he's still unable to open his eyes. Something is pressing down on them, keeping them shut... And he's becoming more and more aware of a pulling sensation, not quite bordering on painful. He wants to respond to Gene, tell him that his mum wouldn't come - he disappointed her, didn't he - but the state of his face, his blindness, is distracting him.* Wh-what.... What's going on...? *Sam lifts his hand, intending to raise it up to his face and see what's keeping him from opening his eyes...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 7 2016, 11:25 PM Post #73 |
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*a surge of relief passes through Gene - Sam's awake! And while he doesn't sound all too good at least he's aware enough to know who he is. He's about to reply but stops as Sam raises his hand, reaching out to stop him. Neither of them know exactly what's underneath that gauze, and the last thing he wants is for Sam to hurt himself more.* 'Ey. I know you're itching to see my handsome face, but you've gotta leave those bandages on for a bit longer. You're gonna have a nice looking scar I reckon. You'll have the birds falling at your feet! |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 8 2016, 06:43 PM Post #74 |
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*Again, Sam flinches as Gene grabs his wrist - with his eyes covered like this, he has no way of preparing himself for any kind of touch. And what Gene is saying... Sam is still tired, still disoriented, his mind working hard to break through the fog and put things back together. He's in hospital, bandages across his eyes... there's pressure around his right leg as well, and several other places... What the hell happened? How did he end up-- Suddenly, it's back. That terrifying, grotesque creature - huge, a muzzle full of sharp teeth, tusks, burning red eyes. Staring him down. Grunting and howling. Attacking--* ....!! *The heart monitor starts beeping faster and faster, reflecting the thundering beat of Sam's heart as fear floods him along with the memories. There's something, something about what Gene said earlier, Sam tries to cling to it, because it wasn't right, but the fear is making it difficult to think straight--* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 8 2016, 11:27 PM Post #75 |
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*Gene's face falls as Sam's heart rate speeds up. Damn, he's said something wrong. Voice slightly unsteady himself, Gene continues.* Oi, don't you start panicking now...! You're safe, Sam - I'm here. And I'm not budging from this spot. Okay? *god, please let him settle down... Gene doesn't know how he'll deal with this otherwise...! * |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 9 2016, 07:23 AM Post #76 |
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*Gene's voice is still there, next to him - but Sam can't see, can't see Gene's expression - hell, he's never even heard him talk as gently as this, hearing it now makes it so horribly unreal that Sam finds himself doubting that he's awake at all. And images are still flashing across his inner eye - the attack, those huge paws smacking him around, and then, and then-- The claws-- Teeth, sinking into his leg-- Sam gasps, his mind reeling, trying desperately to latch onto something that isn't memories, to ground himself, feverishly going over what Gene said, over and over, until--* H-h-how d-do you know a-a-ab-bout-- *Sam chokes, his chest and throat feeling so tight that he's unable to go on. How does Gene know about the scar - that he'd suffered an attack that would lead to a scar?* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 9 2016, 11:14 PM Post #77 |
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*how does he know about... ? It takes a few moments, but then Gene realises his mistake. He's not even supposed to know anything yet. He splutters the first reply that comes into his head.* Uh, well... Saw it on your chart, didn't I. *Then, aware that Sam seems to be getting mildly distressed,* You're alright now, though. Private room and all! Pulling out all the stops for you, they are. See, the nurses are all over you already. |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 10 2016, 05:37 PM Post #78 |
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*Gene's voice seems to be coming from far away, distorted and muffled, increasing Sam's disorientation and panic. He can't trust his senses if he can't see where he is - he could be in some kind of limbo for all he knows, in between waking up and dream, and while he wants to wake up so desperately, right now he'll do anything for at least some semblance of stability. 1973 isn't real - shouldn't be real - but it's the closest thing he has to a system of reference his brain can cling to, and Gene is the closest he has to an anchor. So Sam reaches out, his hand trembling, though his aim is way off. He'll need to think about what Gene said later (something about what he said doesn't quite ring true, though Sam can't put a finger on it); right now, he needs to stop his heart from breaking through his rib cage, and his stomach from clenching and roiling in panic. Forgetting about supposed ranks and etiquette, Sam gasps* G-Gene, I'm -- I-I can't--!! Wh-where, where are you-- Edited by Sam Tyler, Apr 10 2016, 08:11 PM.
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 10 2016, 11:18 PM Post #79 |
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*Oh, shit. He's not surprised Sam's starting to properly panic - he would too, if he'd just been thrown into this world. Heck, he DID panic. When he first came up against an enormous black wolf in the street, eyes glowing and teeth snapping... He still remembers it clear as day. The fear and pain as it lunged, claws spread...! And not to mention the first time he himself turned. God knows he was practically kacking his pants when that first happened. And now here's Sam, nightmarish visions in his mind, injured and unable to see. Temporarily, Gene tells himself - because Sam can't be blind. He just can't. Please, don't let that happen. Of course he's going to be freaking out. Gene catches Sam's hand in his own, holding it in a tight grasp.* I'm right here, Sam. Don't you worry. And I'm gonna stay here 'til me arse is so numb I forget I have one. Okay? |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 11 2016, 12:46 PM Post #80 |
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--!! *Pressure around his hand, like around his wrist earlier. It's... it's Gene's hand. Holding on firmly, warmth radiating off it. His own hand is cold with panic, so the heat seems to be amplified, and Sam is pretty sure he can feel a slight sheen on sweat, and the rough texture of Gene's skin. Again, that question flashes through his mind - why would he bother to put in that much detail? His breathing coming our harsh and fast, Sam holds on with all he's got. Gene says he's going to stay. He's there. He's... bloody hell, for now, he's as real as it gets. Slowly, Sam is starting to calm down, concentrating entirely on that grip, on the strength behind it. There are no voices around him now - no doctors, not his mum. Just Gene. Gene... who's being so accommodating. So gentle. Able to think a bit more clearly now, a horrible thought starts to surface. Sam swallows, before muttering, his voice rough and somewhat shaky* ... am I.... am I blind? Permanently? *The doctors said it would be temporary... that he would regain his vision once he wakes up.... ... but he's not awake now, is he? He's still... he's still in a coma... God...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 11 2016, 10:39 PM Post #81 |
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*thank god, he seems to be calming down a bit... But that question. That's the question Gene so desperately wants to know the answer to as well. There was so much blood... * No, course not. *the answer's out of his mouth without hesitation. There's a guttural instinct there to protect Sam, even now. Even though he's now safe in the hospital. Whether what comes out of his mouth is a lie or not, that doesn't matter. What matters is keeping Sam hopeful. Keeping him focused on recovery. It's just a shame Gene can't really convince himself that his answer is really true.* You're not gonna be blind forever. M'sure of it. And once the docs get in we'll be able to hear it from them too, so don't spend all yer energy fretting, you hear? |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 12 2016, 10:49 AM Post #82 |
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*Sam releases a breath he didn't realise he'd been holding at Gene's words. The fact that they came out without so much as a hint of hesitation puts part of Sam at ease, even though his brain immediately whispers to him that Gene can't possibly know that... So Sam just nods, remaining silent for a little while, giving himself time to gather his thoughts again. With every second that passes, things around him feel more real, starting with the reassuring grip Gene still has on his hand. Then, more quietly than before, Sam says* ... you're not asking about what 'appened. |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 12 2016, 11:32 PM Post #83 |
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*realising the meaning behind that question, the danger of being found out, Gene hesitates. There's no logical answer to that question. If he didn't already know, that would have been the first thing he'd asked. 'What happened'. Suddenly on the defensive, he gives as good an answer he can while disguising himself.* Fine then. What happened? |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 13 2016, 02:44 PM Post #84 |
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*The silence, those few seconds, they increase Sam's heartbeat again with anxiety. As a copper, he relies so much on his eyes, he now painfully realises - watching for a change in a person's expression, for fidgeting, obvious tells. He wants to know what Gene is thinking. He wants to know what kind of face he's pulling right now. He wants to see. Stripped of his vision, Sam can't tell anything. Gene could be looking at a sheet of paper and reading off it, for all he knows. This must be what paranoia feels like. When Gene's answer finally comes, Sam is so primed to listen as closely as possible, that it sounds completely fake. His stomach clenches. What the hell is going on? This is all wrong - Gene being so caring (for all Sam knows, Genes till views him more as a nuisance, and even more so now after Sam started going against Warren), not asking that question until Sam brought it up - almost as if... ... as if he already knows what happened. The thought makes Sam's stomach drop. But then - that's not possible. That can't be possible. There were only two beast - that... hog/dog hybrid (Sam tenses at the memories), and... that other beast. Christ. Now that Gene's asked the question, Sam realises he won't be able to give an honest answer. He gives a frustrated sigh before muttering* ... you wouldn't believe me. |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 13 2016, 11:25 PM Post #85 |
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*momentarily glad that Sam can't see him, Gene lets out a sigh and drops his head to look at his knees. Damn, that's right. Sam thinks he's the only one who knows about all of this. What a mess. Knowing there isn't any way to resolve this without giving himself away and revealing his secret, Gene changes tack slightly. He looks down at Sam's legs, hidden under the blankets. When he speaks, he makes sure to keep it vague enough to keep further suspicion at bay.* How's the rest of you feel, apart from them eyes? |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 14 2016, 12:02 PM Post #86 |
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*Sam thinks he hears Gene sigh, but he can't be entirely sure. Something is still off about his tone of voice. It's too mellow. Too... ... guilty sounding? Once the thought is there, Sam can't get rid of it. It's lodged in his mind, drilling and gnawing. And it just doesn't make any sense. None of it. The world had already gone wonky when he woke up in 1973, but since last night it's gone entirely out of whack. For all Sam knows, everyone knows about those beasts, roaming the streets. Not that he'd seen evidence of it (scared people, empty streets at night, Gene hiding dog food in Sam's coat to get rid of him more quickly), but who the hell knows. Sam certainly doesn't. He takes a breath, forcing himself to consider Gene's question.* ... numb. Uncomfortable. *Bloody hell, he doesn't even know what he looks like now. What other injuries might be visible. And the way Gene phrased the question gives Sam a feeling that Gene knows what kind of injuries he sustained... God, it's confusing and frustrating. Sam grits his teeth, remaining silent as he tries to get his tumbling, racing thoughts in order.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 14 2016, 11:32 PM Post #87 |
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*Sam's tension is plain to see, that muscle in his jaw clenching and his mouth forming a grim line. Gene knows he isn't being convincing. God, Sam's copper senses must be ringing alarm bells left right and centre. But this is something he hasn't had to deal with before. Nobody's ever come this close to finding out about him. Nobody he actually likes, anyway. His wife didn't even know, and that took some doing - even though she was convinced that Gene's monthly trips away were an excuse for him to go cheating on her. He even came back with long blonde hairs stuck to his clothes sometimes. Dead giveaway, or so she thought. Turning his attention back to Sam, Gene tries to keep the awkward conversation going. There's an enormous trumpeting elephant in the room, but Gene would much rather try to establish a connection with Sam than address it. After all, he wouldn't say it, but... Sam's his best mate. The best he's ever had. And here he is, laid out, freaked out and in pain. The main urge is to make sure he's as okay as he can be.* Mmh, yeah you look it. You 'ave anyone you want me to call, or...? |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 15 2016, 11:35 AM Post #88 |
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*Sam snorts lightly - the only people he cares about, who might want to know what happened to him, are in a place he can't reach. And, in the end, his mum already knows, doesn't she.* No. *Sam's discomfort and frustration grow with each second. Gene isn't asking enough questions. He isn't asking the right questions. Isn't following up. Is tip-toeing around Sam. He can't bear it, not with everything else that happened. He needs to break this tension.* Look, what - what the hell is going on here? *Out of habit, Sam turns his head to look at Gene - or in the direction where he thinks Gene must be sitting - but of course he sees nothing.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 15 2016, 11:17 PM Post #89 |
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*uh oh. On the defensive, Gene tenses up.* How should I bloody know? Wasn't there, was I. Should be you telling me! |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 16 2016, 01:49 PM Post #90 |
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*That sounds more like Gene. It's strange, but even though Gene's response does nothing to alleviate that gnawing sense of suspicion and wrongness, the mere fact that it sounded more spontaneous, more like the Guv, seems to dissolve a barrier within Sam. He exhales sharply through his nose. Gene probably won't believe him. But then again - this is his own coma world. His stupid fantasy. If his brain has decided that bloody huge monsters are a thing now, then that means it must be normal enough. Maybe Gene will believe him. ...Hopefully Gene won't have him be sectioned. It takes Sam a few seconds to ignore his hammering heart and start talking, and when he does, he sounds just as defensive as Gene did.* ... I was attacked. By a... a big animal. |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 16 2016, 11:18 PM Post #91 |
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*Christ, he's actually saying it. Out loud. Worry rising in him again, Gene rubs at his forehead. Sam says enough insane rubbish as it is. Now adding 'big animals' to the list? If anyone hears him talking about this they could assume Sam's delirious. Or nuts. Or both. And if Gene didn't know for a fact that what Sam's saying is absolutely true, he'd have laughed out loud. In fact, the knowledge that one of those big animals is actually sat next to Sam right this second is almost enough to make him unleash that laugh. But Gene knows how serious this is. So, no. No laughs. He replies with as much of his usual mocking tone as he can, but considering the fear settled in the base of his stomach and the post-transformation fatigue pulling his energy levels down, it isn't as convincing as he'd like it to be.* Big animal, eh? Sure you weren't just overtired? Mugged by some big bastard in a fur coat? |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 17 2016, 06:44 PM Post #92 |
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*Sam flinches at Gene's words, his free hand curling into a fist. That's... After everything, and with the confusion and fear still lingering within him, Sam can't take that kind of mocking, not right now. So he snaps back* Muggers don't usually bite half yer leg off, do they. *Sam closes his mouth abruptly then, taking a deep breath. He needs to remain calm... If Gene starts to think he's gone mad on top of everything else now...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 17 2016, 11:01 PM Post #93 |
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*he's dealing with this all wrong and he knows it. But what else can he do? He needs to protect both Sam and himself... The only way he can deal with this, however hard it is, is to pretend he knows nothing about it.* Depends on how many sausages he had for dinner. *then, unable to keep giving Sam grief over this, knowing how hard it is to deal with it and not being able to confide in anyone, Gene softens his voice.* I'll get the word out. We'll look for any stray dogs, alright? See whether we can find what did this to you. Won't stop 'til I've found it. *at least that's the truth. As soon as he leaves here he's going to be on the case. Edwards won't get away with this. And Warren? He's going to have to deal with him as well.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 18 2016, 07:33 AM Post #94 |
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*He should've known. Gene won't believe him. Shit. It's already hard to keep himself from constantly blurting out facts about and references to the future (he doesn't manage to most of the time), knowing that he'll be seen as a lunatic. Annie is a gift, letting him ramble on - who knows how bad it would be without her. But this? This is on a completely different level. Sam can't wrap his head around what happened - and why it happened to him, of all people. All he wanted to do was meet Joni... who never showed. Oh, Christ. What if she was assaulted by that thing as well....! Sudden dread flooding him, Sam is about to ask whether there has been word of any other attacks- When the door to his room opens, and a doctor enters. He'd been reading something on the clipboard in his hands, but now he looks up, and stops in his tracks as he spots Gene sitting by Sam's side. "What the... who're you?"* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 18 2016, 10:14 PM Post #95 |
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*Still slightly sluggish himself, Gene isn't prepared for the door opening so suddenly. He whips his head around ready to assess the threat, but luckily it's just a doctor. Though still, a doctor who looks like he doesn't want Gene there.* DCI Gene Hunt. His boss. M'not here to drag 'im into work though, don't worry. I'm making sure he stays right where he is. And you are? *hopefully mentioning his title will get the doctor to stand down a bit... * |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 19 2016, 01:22 PM Post #96 |
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*The doctor seems to listen up when gene mentions his rank, but he still looks somewhat suspicious. "Dr Bates. Could you show me your badge, please?" Having as well been startled at the sound of a door opening, Sam does relax slightly as the doctor introduces himself, but still - knowing that Gene seems to be anxious to keep unwanted visitors out of the room is comforting, but the fact that Gene seems to be tense about this man at all is less so. God, if only he could see...!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 22 2016, 12:08 AM Post #97 |
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*As with the receptionist before, Gene shoves a hand inside his jacket and shoves it out in front of him, showing it off.* Believe me now? *grumpily, he tucks his badge back into his pocket.* Been waiting for someone to show up. You gonna tell us something good, I hope! Bloke deserves some good news for a change! |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 22 2016, 01:18 PM Post #98 |
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*Upon seeing Gene's badge, Bates relaxes visibly, raising a hand to rub at his eyes and pinch the bridge of his nose. "Yeah. Sorry, long night, and..." He sighs, lowering his hand as he looks at Sam, and then back at Gene. "This hasn't exactly been a simple procedure." Sam grows tense again at those words, but before he can say something, the doctor steps up to the bed, addressing him. "Mr Tyler. Are you awake?" Sam licks his lips and nods.* Yes. *Bates seems relieved, nodding as well. "Good. I'm Alex Bates, your attending doctor. I know this is a very difficult situation for you, but before we get into details, I have to ask you: Is there anything you remember about what happened to you?" The doctor's words are met with silence. Sam's mind, though still somewhat sluggish from probably dozens of painkillers, starts to whir away. Gene doesn't believe him. Maybe he will once they talk more, but right now, Sam is on his own. And if Gene doesn't believe Sam, then... then there's no one else, apart from Annie, who Sam would trust enough to tell the truth. He swallows, then quietly says* ... No. |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 22 2016, 11:44 PM Post #99 |
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*Gene watches the conversation awkwardly, eyes flicking between the two. Sam's lying. Thank god.* And I'm working on it. So no need to go into all that. You'll give the lad nightmares! *that's right - diversion tactics. * What I think he wants to know is when he can take that ruddy Egyptian mummy costume off his face. |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 23 2016, 06:21 AM Post #100 |
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*The doctor looks over at Gene, a slight frown on his face. "You don't seem to understand how serious the situation is, sir. The circumstances surrounding Mr Tyler..." He sighs, gathering himself. One thing after the other... He needs to think of his patient. So he addresses Sam directly again. "Mr Tyler. The injuries you suffered were substantial. At this point, I can't promise anything... although we will, of course, do everything in our power to ensure you regain full eyesight." Sam, having grown even more tense, doesn't know what to say to this. He shouldn't even be surprised - the doctors back home said as much. But hearing it again, now... God. The chance that he might not.......... He can't even think about it. So he forces himself to speak, his voice rough and far too weak-sounding to his ears.* ... I--.... right. |
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