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| Topic Started: Mar 12 2016, 06:14 PM (14,179 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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| Gene Hunt | Sep 8 2016, 10:30 PM Post #501 |
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*Sam's lightning fast change in demeanor stops Gene in his tracks. He goes cold. What did he say? What did he do? He tries to rewind, remember what he said - but everything came out so fast and with no thought. Shit, Gene can't even remember what the mistake was. Looking equally pale,* W-what...? |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 8 2016, 10:38 PM Post #502 |
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*Sam stares back at Gene, wide eyes searching his face. He's so tense, even the scars across his face seem to be pulling at his skin uncomfortably, almost as though phantom claws are once again marking their way across his features. Gene seems... Caught off guard, to put it mildly. Heart hammering in his chest, Sam licks his lips. It still takes him a few seconds to find his voice, to nearly whisper* ................. You said.... Y-you brought me to the hospital. *But Sam knows for a fact that didn't happen. The memory might be foggy on the details, but he knows how he got there. Even now, as his hands curl into tight fists, it's as though he can feel the beast's silky fur underneath his fingers.* ...but you.... You can't..... *Sam's voice fails him again, cracking up. His mind still isn't following.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 8 2016, 10:45 PM Post #503 |
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*Shit... Shit! He's blown it. Knowing Sam, he's not going to let this go now. Sam's like a bloody terrier - once he's got the scent, he won't give up. Gene's only hope is that the real explanation is too fantastical for Sam to believe - that he won't even think to ask in that much detail. Setting his jaw, his eyes hard as stone,* I misspoke. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 8 2016, 10:50 PM Post #504 |
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*Something about Gene's tone of voice causes something in Sam's head to click into place. Suddenly, thoughts flow freely again - or rather, beginning to race. Other scenes spring to mind: Gene knowing about the extent of Sam's injuries before the doctor had described them; the fact that he knew about the incident at all, so early on; the fact that he seemed so desperate to hear all about Sam's chances of recovery. And Sam saw it, just now - saw Gene's mask slip. The horror in his eyes, just before they hardened. It makes him say* No, you didn't. *But then how does he explain...?!* .... *quieter than before, and with something like wonder and horror in his voice*... You didn't. |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 8 2016, 11:00 PM Post #505 |
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*Gene's breaths are starting to come more deeply now, faster together. Sam's piecing it togther, he's working it out. But how can he!? How can Sam even comprehend what he's starting to figure out!? But Gene forgets so easily.... Sam saw the beast. The first one, at least. He's already got that image in his head. The belief that what he saw was real. Gene doesn't have to convince Sam that monsters aren't real, because he already knows they are. His gut swirling in what he can only describe as the beginnings of a panic, Gene shakes his head. Every muscle in his body is rigid. He doesn't want Sam to become mixed up in this. Not this world. Gene stays out of it as much as he possibly can, but look how much shit he's already in. He's got Warren threatening to put a silver bullet in him, shapeshifters trying to murder his men, a hellish transformation every month that reminds him of the piece of his humanity he lost that day... Gene's only dipped his tail in and this is what's happened. If Sam plows in headfirst like he's bound to, Gene can't even guess the tragedies that could occur.* Sam, stop this. Right now. Whatever you're thinking, you. Have. To. Stop. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 8 2016, 11:08 PM Post #506 |
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*Sam blinks, a little owlish, at the sudden change in Gene's tone. It's dripping with panic. Sam can see it again - the beast, attacking him. Can feel it standing over him, stinking breath blowing into his face as it laughed, the pain its claws brought with each swipe. The moment his world went red and black. And then, the other beast. A second beast. Large. Powerful. Insistent. Gentle. Worried. Sam's mind refuses to make the very last connection, but his gut is already there. He can't stop it. Sam's legs give out suddenly, and he sits back down in his chair heavily. All colour has drained from his face. He opens his mouth, but can't think of anything to say. Can't articulate the thoughts, the realisation that isn't quite there yet.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 8 2016, 11:18 PM Post #507 |
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*Sam knows. Gene doesn't understand how Sam could know, but he does. Sam knows it was him. Sam knows that Gene was there that night. And he knows Gene wasn't human. Gene likewise drops back against the kitchen counter, leaning on it for support. His heart is hammering in his chest, screaming at him, 'danger, danger!'... All this time, this is what Gene was afraid of. Being discovered. Having his secret blown. All this time, all the energy that Gene's spent, keeping everything under wraps... It was all for nothing. And there's still the question of how Sam's going to react once the shock's worn off. Once Sam's able to verbalise it. Is he going to see Gene when he next looks up at him? Or is he going to see an out of control, feral animal? All snapping jaws and raking claws? Gene can't even bring himself to say anything. Pale and rigid with fear and regret, he stares at the floor, waiting for Sam to finally seal the idea in his head.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 8 2016, 11:23 PM Post #508 |
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*Sam's eyes follow Gene's movements without really seeing them. The silence that's settled between them is heavy and full with tension, making it hard to breathe. Gene has stopped denying it. He's stopped trying to convince Sam is was all a dream, something Sam conjured up. The beast took Sam to the hospital. Gene took Sam to the hospital. Therefor.... Sam's thoughts stutter to a halt once more, his breath hitching slightly. His eyes are huge as he stares at Gene. Finally, one word falls from his lips.* ..... H.... How....? |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 9 2016, 08:05 PM Post #509 |
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*Gene can't look at Sam. He can feel Sam's eyes fixed on him, freezing him like a deer in the headlights. Sam wants to know how. But Gene's been trying to work that one out himself for years. He doesn't know how it happens, only that it does. Still unwilling to say it out loud, Gene shakes his head.* ... I don't... |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 9 2016, 08:24 PM Post #510 |
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*"I don't"... what? Sam stares at Gene, only slowly actually taking in what he's seeing. Gene's bowed stance - he's not even looking at Sam. He's pressed against the kitchen counter, a picture of defeat, fear, defensiveness. Like a deer in the headlights - or should that be-- -- what? Unable to do anything else, Sam repeats the word, needing to know what Gene has to say.* ... what...? |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 9 2016, 08:41 PM Post #511 |
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*Gene screws his eyes shut, taking a deep breath.* I don't... Know how it works. *having said that much, the dam is slowly breaking. A stab of frustration and fury breaks out, Gene's fist raising and bashing down against the countertop, his voice raising.* I don't KNOW. I didn't ask for this, I didn't ask for ANY of this!! |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 9 2016, 08:48 PM Post #512 |
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*Sam flinches back at Gene's sudden outburst, his back hitting the wood behind him hard. He doesn't know how it works. How what works? Being both human and a, a beast? It sounds insane, absolutely insane, like something out of a bad YA novel. And yet, Sam is a copper - and the evidence is crushing, both with what he's realized over the last couple of weeks, and with what Gene is giving away now. However it works, whatever the hell is going on - it was Gene who attacked that first beast. It was Gene who.... Sam swallows dryly, a strange tingling sensation breaking through the numbness that had taken hold of his limbs. His voice is quiet, shaking.* ....... you saved my life. |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 9 2016, 09:01 PM Post #513 |
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*Gene's bracing himself for the fallout - the laughs or screams - anything that'd reflect how ridiculous the situation is. But instead of being scared or amused, instead of getting up and leaving, Sam goes to the one good thing that came out of all of this. Gene saved his life. The tension eases from his shoulders as he processes this, and looks up at Sam finally, blinking in surprise.* ..... He was about to kill you. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 9 2016, 09:05 PM Post #514 |
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*Sam is aware - a part of him is aware of the fact that really, he should've gotten up, cursed Gene for playing such a tasteless prank, yelling at him for not taking this seriously. But he isn't. He's staring back as Gene finally looks up, seeming genuinely surprised. Sam takes a shaky breath at his Guv's words, gripping the table as if for support, knuckles standing out white. He doesn't even know what kind of expression's showing on his face right now; all he knows is that he's struggling to keep up with this, mentally. Clinging to that thread of conversation, Sam forces himself to ask* How did, did you know-- where-- *He can't get it out after all, closing his mouth and looking to the side, suddenly realizing how light his head feels.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 9 2016, 09:23 PM Post #515 |
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*Again, another 'how'. There's nothing Gene can say that doesn't sound insane. He lets out a despairing laugh, his own answer sounding absurd to his own ears.* I bloody sensed it. I heard it, saw it. *shakes his head again, looking down at the floor* It's crazy. I'm crazy. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 9 2016, 09:30 PM Post #516 |
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*Gene's laugh causes Sam to blink owlishly. He's crazy? Gene? Sam feels a grin stretch his own lips, disbelieving and slightly unhinged.* Tell me about it...! *Sam snorts, carding a hand through his hair without even noticing what he's doing. Gene sensed it. Heard it. A beast with good hearing, then. God, what even is he thinking? Sam remembers suddenly, the rough tongue licking at his hair, the snuffles and little growls. Trying to articulate his thoughts, Sam haltingly says* ... so... so you're a... a... *he looks up again and at Gene, utterly helpless. What is he?* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 9 2016, 11:44 PM Post #517 |
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*Gene rubs his hands over his face. He can't believe Sam's actually believing this. And he can't believe what he's about to say. He's never spoken these words to anyone, in all the years he's been afflicted. Not to his wife, not to his friends, not to anyone. It's his secret and his burden to bear. Saying it out loud feels almost like acknowledging that the nightmare is real, despite the amount of time Gene's spent trying to pretend it's just a dream. But this time there's no getting away from it. He lets out a slow breath, defeated. He speaks slowly, having to force the words out.* Wolf. Every full moon. Just like out of the damn storybooks. *Equally helpless, Gene shrugs his shoulders, regret and shame behind his eyes.* The monsters kids tease each other about on Halloween. I'm one of 'em. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 10 2016, 04:47 PM Post #518 |
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*Sam watches Gene closely as the latter clearly struggles for words, forces them out bit by bit. A wolf. A... a werewolf. Sam's eyes widen even further, and without meaning to, he lets out a disbelieving snort. Well, not disbelieving - no matter how fantastic it sounds, Sam saw. He saw the first beast, and he knows for a fact he was saved by another one. Gene admitted to being that other one. But Christ, he must be... gigantic. He was able to carry Sam like he was nothing more than a doll... Nevertheless, it's a lot to take in. Sam inhales a stuttering breath, looking down for a moment. Travelling in time, now werewolves - what's next, vampires? The thought is almost enough to make Sam laugh hysterically. But then he looks up, and the laughter gets stuck in his throat. Gene is a picture of defeat, of... of shame. He's ashamed of this. Of himself. Sam's throat grows tight as he realizes this. What does he say? He knows next to nothing about this whole mess, knows nothing of what Gene has lived through up to this point. And now he understands why Gene was so reluctant to say anything - he had a secret to keep. Even with his mind boggling at the implications of what Gene has just told him, the urge to alleviate some of the burden he's bearing, to simply make Gene feel a bit better, is stronger, winning out. One part of his brain wants to say "This is impossible." But what Sam ends up saying is* ... I'm... I'm sorry. |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 10 2016, 07:21 PM Post #519 |
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*Gene swallows nervously as Sam takes this in. Takes the secret Gene's been guarding with his life and visualises it. Imagines the enormous beast with his features, ugly and huffing, covered in fur and frothing at the mouth. He's waiting for Sam to laugh hysterically and reveal that he thinks Gene's joking. Or to get up and back away slowly. But the words Sam comes out with take Gene aback. Sam's... Sorry...? That wasn't what he was expecting. He hesitates, unsure of what to say. He'd expected Sam to leave, but yet he's still here... * .... This is the part where you run away screaming blue murder, if you hadn't figured that out... |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 11 2016, 11:29 AM Post #520 |
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*Sam can't help but laugh at this, though he stops quickly, looking down at the tabletop. His hands are curled into tight fists, as though he's having to hold himself together this way. Any other person probably would have reacted the way Gene just described. Either that, or laughed until their belly ached. The point is, though, that Gene didn't provide a new story - he simply provided and explanation to something that had been doing Sam's head in. Now he understands why Gene was trying so hard to distract him, to make him think he'd imagined it all. He'd been protecting himself. Without looking up, Sam mutters* Why? I already know what you're saying must... *he takes a breath, finding it hard to finish the sentence* .... must be true. |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 11 2016, 11:42 AM Post #521 |
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*Gene snorts, still too conflicted to think logically. In his mind, the whole thing sounds ridiculous. It's a miracle Sam hasn't gotten up and run.* Well. I don't know if that makes you brave or even more stupid than I originally thought. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 11 2016, 11:52 AM Post #522 |
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*Sam snorts again, finally looking up with an expression that's half amused, half pained.* Do you want me to go, then? |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 11 2016, 12:00 PM Post #523 |
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*before he can censor himself, the word escapes Gene's pouted lips, voice defensive and almost sulky-sounding.* No. *God, no. Don't leave me alone.* Just thought you'd react like a normal bloody human and flip your shit. Shouldn't expect normality from you though, should I. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 11 2016, 12:06 PM Post #524 |
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*This time, the smile that shows on Sam's face stays.* Probably not, no. *He leans back, releasing a breath. He still doesn't really know what to say - what can be said.* .... sorry, this... this is just a lot to take in. |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 11 2016, 12:21 PM Post #525 |
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You're telling me. *Taking a deep breath, Gene pushes himself off from the counter and opens a drawer. He fishes out some cigarettes and pulls one out, jamming it between his lips.* Try waking up in the bushes in the morning, in the noddy, covered in blood and twigs. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 11 2016, 01:19 PM Post #526 |
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*Sam's eyes widen at Gene's words, a little more colour draining from his face. It sounds mental. Absolutely mental. But Gene wouldn't make something like this up - Sam is sure of that. So he's been going through that, and God knows what else, for... for years... For a moment, the urge to move over to Gene and pull him into a hug is almost too strong to resist. Instead, Sam sits up a little bit straighter, suddenly very aware of all his injuries, the stitches, the scars.* ... so, uhm. Who was... the other one? *Because that monster's behaviour was too unnatural - too human - for it to be a wild beast. |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 11 2016, 02:28 PM Post #527 |
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*Sam's face going even paler makes Gene regret bringing that up. Maybe Sam isn't ready for the ins and outs of how everything works yet. Maybe he won't ever be. And maybe Gene shouldn't ever tell him - maybe he should keep Sam in the dark about his past. Keep him shielded from as much of this as he can. But then Sam asks possibly the most dangerous question he could have asked. Unlit cigarette still hanging from his lips, Gene leans forward, two fingers pointing at Sam slightly shakily.* That, you don't need to know. Okay? |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 11 2016, 02:34 PM Post #528 |
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*Eh? Sam blinks, momentarily stunned. Then, indignation starts to burn through the numb feeling that had settled on him for the last few minutes.* I think I have a bloody right to know! I was attacked, purposefully, and I-- *Sam breaks off, his face losing the last bit of colour it had had left.* -- am I-- am I going to--? *Is he going to suffer the same fate as Gene now...?!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 11 2016, 02:38 PM Post #529 |
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*Gene knew Sam would insist. But that next question he wasn't expecting.* No, no, keep your hair on. What attacked you wasn't... Infectious. Not like what got me. Naah, the only thing you'll have possibly caught from that thick plank was gonorrhea. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 11 2016, 02:42 PM Post #530 |
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*Sam stares back at Gene, taking in his words. He wasn't infected... The relief that floods him is almost overwhelming. Something like this would be the very last thing he needs now... A few specks of pink appearing on his cheeks again, Sam exhales with a sigh - though his body language remains tense.* Then what was it? And who? Who would have such a grudge against me... *Sam trails off, frowning. He was there to meet Joni... And Gene said she stitched him up.... So....... Sam goes pale once more, staring at Gene.* ..... W-was it... Joni....? |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 11 2016, 05:50 PM Post #531 |
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*Gene sighs, deflating. Sam's just going to keep questioning til he gets what he wants, isn't he. * Pfft, Joni?! She was pretty enough to bat her big doe eyes at you and lure you in like the sucker you apparently are. Girls like that don't turn into big sweaty pigs, in my experience. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 11 2016, 05:56 PM Post #532 |
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*And more relief. It's enough to make Sam ignore Gene's comments about him being a 'sucker'. Still, he can't help but snap back* Well, I don't have your experience. Tell me who it was - please. I... I need to know. *The scars across his face give a faint throb as he speaks.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 11 2016, 06:16 PM Post #533 |
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*Gene sighs again, more frustrated this time. Sam doesn't know what he's getting into!* Right. Look. *He points two fingers in Sam's face, getting down to his level, eye to eye.* I know you're not gonna stop nagging 'til you know, but you're almost there anyway, so I'll tell you. But you have to promise me. PROMISE me. That you won't go anywhere near' im. Okay? |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 11 2016, 09:05 PM Post #534 |
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*Sam leans back slightly as Gene closes in, staring back with a frown, his eyes crossing slightly for a moment as they focus on the other man's fingers. Why is Gene so intent on this? What is he afraid of?* I'm not going to go ask 'him' to finish ripping my face off, if that's what you're thinking! *Sam exhales loudly, staring Gene in the eye. He was willing to give up his secret of being a bloody werewolf, but on this he nearly balks?* And it's not like I could pull anyone in, based on the charge of 'transforming into a monster and attacking a police officer at full moon'. *He pauses, closing his eyes for a moment. This is important to Gene, clearly. And if this is the only way of getting information out of him...* ... I promise I won't go anywhere without you knowing about it. Alright? |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 11 2016, 09:42 PM Post #535 |
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*Gene can see in Sam's eyes that every though he's trying to give reassurance, Sam only promised not to go near Warren without Gene knowing about it. That wasn't a promise not to go near him fullstop. Gene'll have to be careful with that. He holds Sam's gaze for a long moment before pushing himself up and sitting down heavily in the chair next to Sam. As he talks, he reaches for his lighter, discarded on the table and holds the flame to the tip of his cigarette.* It was Edwards. On the orders of Stephen Warren. *There. A short answer. Now what happens next is going to be heavily dependent on Sam's next comments.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 11 2016, 09:51 PM Post #536 |
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*Sam follows Gene's movements closely, mentally preparing himself to keep arguing. But when Gene's admission finally comes, he still isn't ready. Sam blinks, stares. Why is he so surprised? He should have known - he was suspecting as much. It must be the thought of Warren sending an actual monster to teach Sam a lesson. ... To kill him. Warren felt threatened enough by Sam to have him killed. It takes Sam a long few seconds to find his voice.* ... Because I rocked the boat? |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 11 2016, 10:32 PM Post #537 |
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*takes a long drag on his cigarette, willing his nerves to settle.* Exactly. *blows the smoke out, fixing Sam in his sights again. He needs to get this through to Sam. He's trying to save his life. Warren already made himself clear. Sam interferes again, he dies. And Gene isn't going to let that happen.* And I'm telling you. You so much as think about Warren or his men again... Not even I'll be able to stop them. You'll be deader than last night's shredded duck. Then when they're done with you, it'll be my turn. You understand? *Sam doesn't know what Warren does to people like Gene yet, and Gene isn't really itching to give that information away. It's humiliating enough that he's under Warren thumb and accepting payment for it - but if Sam knew what the penalty was for disobeying him... If he knew that Gene was scared for his life, scared of being skinned alive - he can't have Sam visualising that... * Edited by Gene Hunt, Sep 11 2016, 10:37 PM.
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 12 2016, 08:52 PM Post #538 |
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*Sam takes all this in - or tries to, at least. It's an awful lot to swallow, even after the bombshell Gene dropped. That this would run so deep... corruption... although from the sound of it, it's blackmail more than anything else. And then, Gene more or less tells him that his life is at stake at well. Sam's eyes widen slightly, his frown deepening. This...* Kill you? What on earth would that gain him? *It makes no sense... Everything had seemed so cordial between Gene and Warren. With some resistance on Gene's part, yes, but... they had seemed like equal partners.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 12 2016, 09:06 PM Post #539 |
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*Gene lets out a frustrated and humiliated huff. Sam's learning too much here. Enough that could put him in danger. This whole underground world is dark and dirty. Sam's too green for all this. He's too good to be dragged down into it all. But if Gene doesn't explain, will Sam go digging...? He swallows, a grim look on his face.* One, for failing to keep your rebellious self under control. And two, because... ... Because believe it or not I'm worth more as somebody's rug with my head hanging above their toilet than I am alive. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 12 2016, 09:11 PM Post #540 |
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*Sam's been expecting anything but this. His eyes go properly wide for a moment, mouth opening.* Wh-- What? *He blinks rapidly, doing his best to process this fresh information.* But then-- then why hasn't he already--? *It probably isn't the question he should be asking, but Sam can feel any semblance of control he'd had left over the situation and himself slipping away. Comatose time traveller or not, this is something he never could have imagined himself to be confronted with.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 12 2016, 09:34 PM Post #541 |
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*Gene flinches a little at this. It's something he's always been afraid of, in the back of his mind. That everything he's tried to do, to protect himself and his men - that in the end none of that would matter. That Warren would find himself in need of some cash and see nothing but a fortune when he next saw DCI-Dollarsign-Hunt come knocking at his door.* What, why hasn't he already put a bullet in me? Turned me into his ashtray? *It's his only protection. The only thing he can do to ensure that doesn't happen. And Sam's already unknowingly chipped away at it.* S'cos he's got me by the short n' curlies. I do what he says. Got no choice. Keep my men in line... *here, he gives Sam a look*... Keep other criminal bastards out of his territory... I get to keep my head. It'd take months to break another officer. And Stephen Warren's a busy man. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 12 2016, 09:42 PM Post #542 |
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... *Sam leans back, stunned into silence. He thought he'd uncovered a station full of bent coppers... But there is no way he could have guessed at the ugly truth lying deeper underneath. Christ. Gene was fearing for his own life as well as Sam's. ... He put a lot on the line, preventing Edwards (bloody hell, Edwards) from killing Sam. Sam drops his gaze, suddenly feeling ashamed. Not for chasing after the truth - but for inadvertently endangering the life of Gene. ... His friend, as he now realises. His... Sam shakes his head.* ... I... *He breaks off. What can he even say... He can only repeat himself... * *quietly* ... I'm sorry. |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 12 2016, 11:57 PM Post #543 |
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*Gene looks down with a nod, accepting Sam's apology. Though really there was nothing to be sorry for - Sam was just being Sam. He didn't know the hidden dangers of any of this. He looks back up at Sam, trying to make eye contact. This is important.* So you know now. You go sniffing around his business again, we're both dead. You'll be lining the bottom of the canal, I'll be lining his sodding bedroom floor. Promise me, Sam. No meddling. Joni, Edwards, the rest of the girls... You'll forget about them all. You hear me? |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 13 2016, 08:30 PM Post #544 |
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*Sam looks up again at the tone of Gene's voice, meeting his gaze. It doesn't sit eight with him, if for different reasons than before. Gene is living in fear, in imprisonment; it's not fair. He shouldn't have to live that way. But they're both tired right now, and not just from this conversation. Sam will have to mull this over before he can confront Gene again. So he nods.* ... Understood. ... Can I, uhm... *He reaches for his tea mug, fiddling with it a little*... Ask a few more questions, though? About... *Oh man, he needs to choose his words wisely* ...about how all this happened to you, and such. *He glances up at Gene again, a little insecurely* I want to understand this as well as I can. |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 13 2016, 11:45 PM Post #545 |
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*Thank god... Sam's agreed. Hopefully now he can sleep easy, knowing that at least he won't be accused of letting his DI run wild again. It's a weight off his shoulders to some extent. Though it also causes him a pang of guilt and embarrassment - Sam had the stones to stand up to Warren. He's still untainted enough to genuinely believe he can take Warren down. Gene misses that feeling. At Sam's question, Gene takes a long drag on his newly lit cigarette, letting the calming nicotine hit wash through him. He knew Sam would want to know more... * Ahh, what the hell. You know this much now, there's not much point in pretending you're gonna leave it there, is there. Go on, then. Fire away. *If it isn't him answering Sam's questions, who knows where else Sam could go looking for answers?* |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 14 2016, 02:14 AM Post #546 |
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*Sam's mouth twitches into a grateful smile, though at first, he opens his mouth only to close it again, lost for words. Then, he inclines his head toward Gene's abandoned chair. * Sit down? |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 14 2016, 02:27 PM Post #547 |
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*Gene pauses before pulling out the seat and dropping into it again, wearily. He's still moving slightly stiffly, his insides aching as he bends. If Sam's asking him to sit down, this is clearly going to take a while. Though really Gene's still having to come to terms with the fact that Sam even wants to know anything. It's still a shock that Sam hasn't laughed in his face. Taking another drag on his cigarette, Gene leans his elbows on the table and waits for the questions to start.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 15 2016, 09:23 PM Post #548 |
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*As Sam watches Gene move and sits down, he realizes that Gene is expecting something like an interrogation. Sam doesn't even plan on keeping him long - Gene looks like crap, and the way he's moving indicates that he clearly isn't feeling well. Trying to think of how to phrase his question, Sam pulls his tea mug closer to himself, cradling it with both his hands and staring down into his quickly cooling tea for a few seconds.* ... right, uhm... *he holds his breath for a moment, then deflates a little as he exhales* ... look, I've not, uh- had to deal with something like this before - obviously - so if I, uhm... cross a line or something, stop me and let me know immediately. *That's right - maybe he needs to approach this like he's learning about a new culture. A little more confident, Sam continues* This is probably going to sound like a stupid question, but... how much truth is in all those... stories? About... werewolves. Y'know. With uhm, the invincibility except for silver bullets... and all that. |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 15 2016, 09:59 PM Post #549 |
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*Lacking all of Sam's sensitivities and politeness, Gene almost blurts out, "Oh just shut up and spit it out already!" But he holds himself in. Sam's trying, and he still can't quite believe that's happening. The question isn't the first one he'd expected, but he'd known it'd come up at some point. He mirrors Sam, taking his cooled tea in his hand and pulling it towards himself.* Silver bullets'll do it, yeah. Silver anything, for that matter. Stick me with a silver fork the wrong way and I'll have had it. When I'm wolfed out, anyway. Anything else'll just sting like a rotten bitch 'til it heals. Mind you, anyone tries to drop Enola Gaye on me or sticks dynamite up my arse, silver or no silver I think I'd be beyond repair! |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 15 2016, 10:04 PM Post #550 |
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*Sam listens attentively - he'd be taking notes if he had his little notebook at hand. He finds himself rather amazed by the fact that all those horror stories seem to have been spot on... And yet, it seems like hardly anyone is suspecting that their existence is real. Fascinating - and terrifying.* So it doesn't harm you that way while you're... *He hesitates, gesturing somewhat weakly*... Human? *it feels so, so wrong saying that. Having to make that distinction.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 15 2016, 10:09 PM Post #551 |
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*Gene can practically see Sam's brain soaking the information up like a sponge. It's adorable, in a strange kind of way. Not that Gene'd ever admit to even thinking that. He shrugs.* While I'm like this? Same as everyone else. No special rules. Except for the fact that I'm too magnificent to kill, of course. Nobody'd dare. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 16 2016, 09:29 AM Post #552 |
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*Sam's lips pull into a quick smile at this.* Of course. *He falls silent for a few seconds, trying to formulate his next question.* So... every full moon... yeah? *Sam looks up at Gene as if for confirmation* What happens, exactly? ... if you don't mind me asking. |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 16 2016, 01:48 PM Post #553 |
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*Gene's face twitches at this - how does he even explain it? How can he put into words what it feels like to have your very bones twist and snap into new shapes? For thick, spike-like fur to force its way up through your skin, your insides churn into new formations? It's hard enough to think about it, let alone describe it in words. He takes a moment to formulate an answer, sipping at his tea with a grim expression before quietly responding, more serious than before.* Well it ain't pretty, I can tell you that much. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 16 2016, 05:15 PM Post #554 |
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*Sam watches Gene closely - and he can tell that this isn't something Gene wants to discuss, even before he speaks. Right, not a topic to go through right now then... Gene already looks queasy, so Sam doesn't want to make things worse. But on the other hand, it feels like a cop-out if he backs away now - like he doesn't want to know the gritty details. Which isn't true at all. There is this urge - the urge to take on at least a little of the burden that Gene seems to be bearing.* *choosing his words carefully* I can handle it. But... I understand if you don't want to talk about it. |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 16 2016, 05:40 PM Post #555 |
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*Sam can tell that Gene's hesitant - and that just makes Gene more determined to answer him. He's already shown Sam too much weakness today, he can't be having him thinking Gene's too scared to talk about something that happens every month. So he squares his jaw and looks Sam straight in the eye, resolutely ignoring the scars across his friend's face.* You ever broken a bone? |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 16 2016, 07:30 PM Post #556 |
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*For a moment, Sam thinks Gene is going to back out - and he wouldn't fault him for it. But then, that look... it makes Sam swallow and sit up that little bit straighter. Sam blinks at Gene's question - but he nods nearly straight away. He broke his leg after that coach accident when he was 12, after all.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 16 2016, 07:56 PM Post #557 |
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*Okay - so Sam has a little experience with this. Then hopefully he should understand.* Okay. Then visualise that. But in every single bone you've got. One by bloody one. *He looks down at himself, remembering what it looks like - his body slowly breaking and remoulding in front of his very eyes.* You ever rolled a cactus over your entire body? I'm assuming no, but with you you never know. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 16 2016, 09:44 PM Post #558 |
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*At first, Sam doesn't quite comprehend. Then, however, his eyes widen slowly - he can't hide that initial reaction of horror. Is Gene really trying to say that... that is what it feels like...?! Involuntarily, Sam rubs one hand up his other arm, feeling an uncomfortable prickling sensation at Gene's words.* ... you mean...?! |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 16 2016, 09:56 PM Post #559 |
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*Gene carries on, acknowledging Sam's discomfort but determined to follow through now he's started.* Well think about it! Doesn't just happen like that, does it! *snaps his fingers for effect* It's your whole body, bending, twisting, snapping... If it happened too fast, it'd kill you. Things have to... 'slot' into place. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 16 2016, 10:03 PM Post #560 |
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... *Sam leans back, staring in horror. Professional attitude or not, this is too horrible to imagine... Too horrible to keep that poker face on* ... Jesus. How do you stay sane...?! |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 16 2016, 10:19 PM Post #561 |
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*Gene avoids looking at Sam, taking another sip of his cooling tea. Hearing the horror in Sam's voice is enough. And oddly, it's strangely comforting. That someone else seems to understand how unpleasant it must be. Having to hide it, the fear of going through it every time - it's exhausting and isolating. To know that Sam's genuinely horrified for him.... it's reassuring, in a way. Validating.* Well, it's that or give up and end it, isn't it. And the Gene Genie persists. I'm no bloody quitter. Plus getting rat-arsed helps. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 16 2016, 10:23 PM Post #562 |
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*Sam is speechless, taking in Gene's body language. He's talking about it so nonchalantly... And somehow, that hammers home just how terrible it all must be. What he goes through every month. How lonely it must be, on his own, with that pain. Sam doesn't think as he reaches out and places his hand on Gene's arm, squeezing slightly. It's an instinctive reaction; it feels like the only right reaction to this.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 16 2016, 10:41 PM Post #563 |
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*usually, Gene would shrug Sam off immediately - sympathy or anything even resembling that would be refused. He's the Guv, the boss. To acknowledge that anything got to him would be an admission that he's not strong enough, and in front of his team that just isn't allowed. But now, with this huge secret out and the only person in front of him being Sam, it feels different. They've shared something, and Gene's grateful for it. So he lets Sam's hand rest on his arm for a few moments before raising it to flick the ash from the end of his cigarette with a nonchalant shrug.* Shit happens to everyone. Just turns out I got dealt one of the shittier hands. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 16 2016, 10:56 PM Post #564 |
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*After a few moments, Sam becomes aware of what he's doing - but strangely, it doesn't cause him to be alarmed. And Gene's non-reaction (which in itself is a very telling reaction) further serves to assure Sam that he's done the right thing. He squeezes gently again, before slowly withdrawing his hand.* *softly* No one deserves something like this. |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 16 2016, 11:08 PM Post #565 |
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*With the moment over, Gene straightens up and takes a deep, cathartic breath. It feels good to get it out. But the urge to keep things light is still there - the humour to mask the hurt.* Eh, some people have it worse. Some people look like you. *raises his tea to his lips to hide the smirk* |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 17 2016, 01:34 PM Post #566 |
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*Sam blinks - then, he gives a little huff and looks down, mirroring Gene and raising his mug to take a sip as well.* Charming. *However, that does remind him... Setting the mug down again, Sam looks up.* ... you said Ed... Edwards wasn't... infectious. But it - he - he bit me. *Sam chews on his lips for a moment.* ... Is he not a werewolf, then? *It's hard to even say the words - to imply that there would be even more creatures out there whose existence he hadn't been aware of up until now...!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 17 2016, 02:16 PM Post #567 |
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*Gene smacks his lips as he lowers the mug, shaking his head.* Naah, he got the sweet end of the deal. He's a shapeshifter. He can transform whenever he wants. Or whenever Warren tells him to. Plus you've seen his ugly mug. Nobody wants that as a bedspread. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 17 2016, 02:25 PM Post #568 |
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*Sam stares at Gene for a couple of seconds, trying to process this. So there is another... sub-species. Jesus Christ. Whatever has been happening up to this point, Sam can hardly believe that this is something his mind would come up with. It's just... it seems too out there. But where does that leave him? He shakes his head slightly, as if that will help shoo away his thoughts.* So Warren uses him as warning to whoever dares to cross him, is that it? Christ. *Thinking about it, that explains the beast's - Edwards' - behaviour. Even in his panic, Sam had been keenly aware of the fact that he was being toyed with, that the monster had taken joy in hurting him. Sam shudders at the thought.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 17 2016, 03:15 PM Post #569 |
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Bingo. But only when he really has to. If just anyone finds out we exist... S'only a matter of time before there's a witch-hunt. And if every Tom Dick and Harry decides to go vigilante and rips us to pieces, the only thing we'll be good for are flannels and fur underwear. Nah, full pelts are where the big money is, and it takes a special kind of butchery to achieve that. A skill Warren seems to have perfected. *The last words force themselves from between Gene's teeth, almost a growl in itself.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 17 2016, 03:19 PM Post #570 |
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*Once more, Sam is speechless with disgust and horror. He finds himself wondering just what kind of sick and twisted world he has stumbled into... that this is what Gene has to fear, to expect, if he steps out of line...* ... but... but there has to be a way to bring him down. Warren. Without Edwards he's just a man... *Sam pauses, hesitates* ... is he? *He can't be sure of that anymore, can he...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 17 2016, 03:22 PM Post #571 |
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*Ahh, Sam. Still so naive even after Edwards' attack. If it was that easy, Gene would have brought Warren and his band of merry men down long ago. With sadness, Gene leans back on his chair and blows out a fresh puff of smoke.* Yeah. Just a man. But men can be the worst monsters of 'em all, Sam. Don't forget that. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 17 2016, 03:25 PM Post #572 |
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*Sam stares back at Gene, taking in the defeat in his Guv's posture.* *he repeats, stubbornly* There has to be a way. We're the police, for God's sake - bringing down men like him is what we do. |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 17 2016, 04:33 PM Post #573 |
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*Gene raises an eyebrow. It's just not that simple... * Listen. He almost killed you. I can only turn once a month - he unleashes Edwards on you again when I'm like this, there's no big bad wolf to save you. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 17 2016, 04:38 PM Post #574 |
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*That shuts Sam up, but only for a few seconds as he drums his fingers against the mug's handle, a restless energy slowly starting to build up within him, despite the fact that he's still having to come to terms with all this new information. Finally, he says* There has to be a weak point. Right? It's silver for you, so what is it for... Shapeshifters? Edited by Sam Tyler, Sep 18 2016, 09:23 AM.
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 17 2016, 04:45 PM Post #575 |
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*grimly, Gene shakes his head.* M'not an expert, Sam. I only know what I know. When he's changed, Edwards looks pretty damn unkillable to me. And even if we took care of the pig, Warren's so deep in the underworld he's bound to have others under the threat of the axe. Better the devil you know than the devil you don't, I say. At least we can see Edwards coming. And smell 'im. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 17 2016, 04:50 PM Post #576 |
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*Sam grits his teeth, but doesn't know what to say - he just doesn't have enough information. This is a world he's entirely unfamiliar with... And knowing and seeing that Gene seems so hopeless about it all doesn't exactly help. Sam leans back, staring at his mug. What a mess.* ... So what happens if Warren decides you've outlived your use? *God, even saying it hurts in unexpected ways.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 17 2016, 04:57 PM Post #577 |
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.... *That stops Gene in his tracks. It's something he tries desperately not to think about, because he knows it's coming. One day it's going to come, and he's going to be powerless to stop it. All he can do is fight as hard as he can til then, and fight going down at the end. It takes him a moment to answer, but the tone of his voice gives away the worry churning in his stomach.* He won't. Not if I stay useful. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 17 2016, 05:02 PM Post #578 |
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*At Gene's silence, Sam looks up again to study him. The fact that he's able to read Gene at all tells Sam just how worn down and ill he is. Gene's pale face betrays the uncertainty, the worry. Gentler than before, but still insistent, Sam asks* But what if you don't? Gene, you can't just... You can't just accept it. It's not... *It isn't fair - but then, a lot of life isn't.* ...it's not like you. |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 17 2016, 05:12 PM Post #579 |
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*swallowing against the lump rising in his throat, Gene meets Sam's gaze with a flat stare. Doesn't Sam get it? This may all be new to him, but Gene's been living with this for years. He's approached it from every angle conceivable, tried to find ways out - but whatever he tries results in someone getting hurt. And he's tired of people he loves getting hurt. It's as though Sam thinks that somehow Gene's giving up. That he's taking the easy road in all this. By not fighting. But every damn day is a fight where Warren's concerned!* You think I'm just throwing in the towel? Taking the coward's way out? *defensive and frustrated, Gene clenched his fists.* I'm trying to keep people alive here, Tyler! I'm stickin' around because it's the only way I can make sure everyone else stays breathing! |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 17 2016, 05:47 PM Post #580 |
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*Sam can feel his own hackles rising, along with the urge to back away - Gene has a way of exuding authority and bearing down on Sam he finds hard to handle right now, knowing he has at least a physical disadvantage due to his injuries. But he takes a breath, both to calm himself down and to stop himself from letting this escalate.* That isn't what I was suggesting, and you know it. But you're in the middle of this - you only have your own point of view to rely on. *Sam leans forward, one hand gripping his mug tightly, the other twitching - he wants to reach out and place it on Gene's arm again, but this time, something is keeping him from doing it.* ... let me help you. Two pairs of eyes see more than one, right? Maybe we can find a way out... together. |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 17 2016, 11:18 PM Post #581 |
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*That offer of help - he doesn't know what to do with that. Sam wants to help? Help how? What can he do? But Gene doesn't have the energy. He'll take the offer for what it is - a gesture of support. And at the moment he needs all the support he can get. He sighs, closing his eyes and tilting his head back, his voice quiet and rough.* Whatever you say. Just don't you go stirring the pot. No messing with Warren, that was the promise. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 17 2016, 11:25 PM Post #582 |
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*The sight of Gene, leaning back and so obviously exhausted - defeated - almost breaks Sam's heart, and he can't quite keep the sadness off his face. He's bothered Gene enough for today, hasn't he. He looks down with a sigh, nodding hesitantly.* ... I know. *There is a stretch of silence, until Sam can't quite stand it anymore. With a glance at both their barely touched plates, he mutters* ... 'nother round of breakfast? I think there's enough in the fridge for at least one more portion... |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 17 2016, 11:44 PM Post #583 |
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*Gene uses the stretch of silence to breathe. To try and clear his head. But there's too much spinning around in it now. Sam knows pretty much everything. It's going to take a while to digest that information, that someone else knows. Jesus, how much trust has he just put in Sam... Trust that he won't tell anyone else. Trust that he won't try and take down Warren himself. Sam has power over him, now... And however close he feels to Sam, that's an uncomfortable thought. It's dangerous. But as he drops his head back down and looks at the man sat in front of him, sadness in his eyes and that offer of more breakfast out there, Gene feels a little calmer. However scary it is, he does trust Sam. But right now, he does seem to have lost his appetite.* Naah, you have it. I'm late for an appointment with my mattress. *He pushes himself up, rubbing his wrinkled vest back down and starting the trudge back towards the stairs. If he sleeps this off maybe he can forget this whole revelation even happened.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 18 2016, 09:45 AM Post #584 |
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*Sam watches as Gene gets up slowly (almost as though he's in pain...), his chest growing tight at the sight. It just doesn't sit right with him. Gene is usually thrumming with energy - not the nervous kind, but a sort of underlying furnace of latent strength, ready to explode at any moment. But that seems to be gone now... Sam can't spot even the tiniest spark. For a moment, he wants to stop Gene, to try and cheer him up, reassure him... or just hug him without a word. But Sam doesn't. Something about the curve of Gene's bent back holds Sam back. He watches silently as Gene disappears out of sight. For several minutes, Sam doesn't move, his gaze lowered, staring at the mug in his hands. His thoughts won't settle on anything in particular, replaying the conversation that just happened, going over his hospital stay, flashing back to the attack itself. After a while, however, he pulls himself back into reality, getting up and starting to clear away the cooled remains of their unsuccessful breakfast. Sam isn't really hungry either, but he still forces himself to eat a couple slices of bread before swallowing the painkillers. He attempts to do the dishes as well, but without the support of his cane it's hard to stand upright for more than a few minutes. So Sam, not fancying trying to take on the stairs on his own, makes his way to the living room. He doesn't want to disturb Gene with the sound of the telly or the radio, so he pulls a few books from the shelves and carefully lowers himself onto the settee. Despite having grabbed the books, Sam knows he probably won't make it further than a few pages - there's too much going on in his head at the moment. A few hours pass by this way, Sam hardly moving from his place. He naps for a little while, waking up with a slight crick in his neck. When the clock approaches 1pm, Sam gets up and limps back to the kitchen. A few minutes later, he emerges, cane in one hand, a mug of steaming tea in the other. He glances up the stairs for a few seconds, then begins the ascent with a sigh. It's slow going, and Sam has to stop to catch his breath about two thirds up - his injured leg is twinging painfully, the other complaining about having to carry this much weight - but finally, he's made it up. Once he's arrived at Gene's door, Sam leans the cane against the wall. The door is closed, and while Sam doesn't want to wake Gene if he's still asleep, something tells him that simply opening it would be more of a shock to Gene than a soft knock. So Sam knocks, gently, before slowly opening the door and glancing inside.* *softly*... Guv? |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 18 2016, 05:18 PM Post #585 |
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*Gene collapses into bed with a grunt. With the extra exhaustion the conversation has caused, he's one hundred percent sure that he's coming down with something. He just feels too sick for this to be normal. It takes him quite a while to be able to fall asleep again - for some reason he just can't get comfortable. But whether that's to do with his body or his mind he can't tell. All he can think about is Sam - how he took the news, the horror on his face, that sympathetic hand on Gene's arm... And of course, what he's planning to do next. Sam promised to do nothing, so Gene has that reassurance, but he knows Sam. He knows that those cogs in his too-smart brain aren't going to stop spinning until he's figured out a plan of action. And though that scares him, it also stirs something else in him. What if Sam really does manage to think something up? What if it could work? That tentative hope helps Gene slip into unconsciousness - a fitful sleep, but sleep all the same. A couple of hours later, he's woken by the soft knocking at the door. It takes a moment for him to realise what's going on, but once he does he's pushing himself up groggily into a sitting position and slurring,* Wha'! |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 18 2016, 08:40 PM Post #586 |
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*Sam winces - he woke Gene up... that's not what he wanted... Either way, he steps further into the room, raising the mug a little.* Made tea, if you want some... |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 18 2016, 09:50 PM Post #587 |
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Mmhh. What are you now, my house maid? *There's a part of him that wants to lie back down and go back to sleep, but now that he's awake he probably won't be drifting off again. He pushes himself up fully against the headboard and yawns* Go on, then. If you've made it. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 18 2016, 09:53 PM Post #588 |
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*keeping a straight face, Sam says* In your dreams, maybe. *Then however, his lips do quirk into a quick smile, and he makes his way over to the bed - slowly, so as not to spill anything. Once there, he hesitates for a moment before gingerly sitting down on the edge of the bed, making sure he isn't too close to Gene for comfort. Normally he wouldn't do this, but his leg and side still don't allow him to stand upright for very long... Sam holds out the mug to Gene.* Careful, it's hot. |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 18 2016, 10:33 PM Post #589 |
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*Sam's leg and side are still at the forefront of Gene's mind - so he's expecting Sam to sit if he's staying. What surprises Gene more is that Sam wants to stay. Gratefully, Gene reaches out to take the tea from Sam, resting it in his duvet-covered lap. Trying to keep his poker face firmly in place, Gene sniffs and lifs his chin.* You seem spritely. Still feeling half-mended? |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 18 2016, 10:36 PM Post #590 |
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*Sam is relieved to see Gene accepting that mug - and even more relieved to realise that he doesn't seem to be objecting to Sam staying. Relaxing a little, Sam nods.* Yeah - better than during the last few days anyway. ... How about you? Feeling a bit more rested? |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 18 2016, 10:42 PM Post #591 |
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*Good. Sam's feeling okay. That's good. If anything it means he can take more of a ribbing. With a cheeky glint in his eye, Gene replies.* Was until the magical tea-fairy decided to smash my dreams with a bag of earl grey. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 18 2016, 10:47 PM Post #592 |
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*Sam rolls his eyes, trying to hide the fact that this is exactly what he'd been afraid of - though he suspects that Gene is just saying that to wind him up. And that in itself is a good sign.* Here I am, trying to do you a favour, and all you do is nag about it. You're a worse patient than I am. |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 18 2016, 11:52 PM Post #593 |
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Oh is that so, Mr 'You're Not Squirting My Eyedrops In Right'? *raises the mug to his lips, taking a sip. It doesn't do much for the faint nausea but it does help soothe his aching insides somewhat. Swallowing, Gene looks back up at Sam.* So what's the room service for, then? You smashed the TV or something? |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 19 2016, 10:04 AM Post #594 |
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*Sam huffs.* Just wanted to do you a favour. *And maybe it's a tiny bit to do with the guilt he feels over having forced Gene to reveal the truth when clearly he wasn't feeling well.* If you're coming down with something it's better to catch it fast, or we'll both end up invalids. |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 19 2016, 07:35 PM Post #595 |
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M'no invalid. Nothing wrong with me. *lifts the mug, taking a tentative sip - Sam said it was hot, after all.* You're the invalid. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 19 2016, 09:09 PM Post #596 |
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*Sam raises his eyebrows* Says the man who walked off like he had a stomach full of razor blades. *That isn't to say that Sam doesn't feel sorry for Gene... but the "I'm the strong manly man!" act has to stop at some point.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 20 2016, 07:53 PM Post #597 |
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*Ahh, so Sam saw that, then...* .... Pulled a muscle. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 20 2016, 07:56 PM Post #598 |
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*Sam raises a skeptical eyebrow. That didn't look like a pulled muscle.* You know, it's fine to admit you're not feeling well. God knows you've seen me at my worst. |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 20 2016, 08:12 PM Post #599 |
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*to admit that he's not feeling well is to admit to further flaws. He's just exposed himself as being completely manipulated and powerless in several senses. To say he feels sick as a dog on top of that feels like one humiliation too far.* Been doing alright 'til now, haven't I. Just an off day, that's all. Anyway, you should look in the mirror. You're looking ten times as dead as I am. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 20 2016, 08:28 PM Post #600 |
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*Well, if that is how it's going to be.... Sam Feels that he's insisted enough for one day - and he didn't come up here to continue pestering Gene. So he looks down with a little huff.* Fair enough. *But he'll be watching Gene closely. If he continues to look as ill as he does now...* If you want to continue your nap, I can go. |
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