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| Down the Rabbithole; Luck isn't on Sam's side! | |
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| Topic Started: Jul 17 2013, 11:24 PM (995 Views) | |
| Gene Hunt | Jul 17 2013, 11:24 PM Post #1 |
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*Gene's worried. Sam's been gone a hell of a long time. A HELL of a long time. And he missed his check-in time by radio. If it'd been Chris of Ray, Gene wouldn't be quite so anxious... But Sam, the little picky pain - he never misses a check-in. Gene knew he was only half an hour late radoing in - probably too early to sound the alarm and call out the search teams, but he knows Sam well enough, and he'd definitely not have fallen asleep or something. And, several hours later and with several officers deployed to other locations searching for his missing DI, Gene finds himself ankle-deep in thick, wet mud. It's tipping it down outside, and the only light he has comes from a small torch gripped in one sodden hand. Sam's fine, he tells himself. This feeling of dread gnawing away at his stomach is nothing. Unneeded. Because Sam is fine. If he keeps telling himself that enough times maybe it'll make it true. The space is wide and empty, save for a few half collapsed sheds, sunken into the mud around him. This whole area's meant to be cordoned off - abandoned due to open mine shafts and dangerous conditions. He shouldn't be out here alone... But his gut's telling him this is where he needs to be. It's a bit of a longshot - only connected to the case by chance, so far.... But..... Summoning his energy once again, Gene squelches forward another step, squinting in the darkness* SAM?? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 18 2013, 09:07 AM Post #2 |
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*Gene receives no reply apart from the constant spattering of the rain.* ----- The early morning of the same day... *Sam steps out of the car, casting a critical glance up to the sky. Those clouds don't look nice at all... Hopefully it won't start to rain before he's done here, he doesn't want to get soaked for nothing. But then again, he did come here of his own accord... One of his snouts (and he can't believe he's even saying that, but yes, indeed, he's been here long enough now to have his own snouts) had tipped him off, saying strange characters had been sighted around the area, blokes that might be connected to their current case - a band of blaggers hiding out somewhere on the outskirts of Manchester. Closing the door of the borrowed car a bit more carefully than strictly necessary, Sam casts his gaze around. By rights, the area should be cordoned off with bastard big "DO NOT WALK HERE" shields all over the place... There are open mine shafts, pot holes... And it's almost unnaturally silent. Whatever anyone saw, it must have been a miner's ghost, Sam thinks with a scoff as he walks away from the car slowly, examining his surroundings. He was generally sceptic of his snouts' information, because more often than not they'd prove to be nothing but hot wind. Knowing that, he hadn't wanted to alert his team just yet; one, because that would be uselessly wasting resource, and second because then he'd be the laughing stock of A-Division once again (and besides, this early in the morning none of them is even awake yet). And now it seems like he was right in being suspicious. Hiding out here would be way too dangerous, the blaggers would be likely to kill themselves before actually getting down to their job. Still, now that he's here, he can as well have a quick look around... Maybe gather enough evidence to at least charge whoever owns this place with gross negligence. Walking away from the car, paying careful attention to the ground before his feet, Sam makes his way towards several collapsed sheds - and half-way there he hears sounds... voices? Sam stops in his tracks, straining to listen.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 18 2013, 10:20 AM Post #3 |
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*The voices belong to three men, all gathered under the half-fallen roof of one shed-like building. They're talking loudly, not bothering to hush their voices - it's early morning in an unused bog/mine station. Nobody's going to stumble across them. From outside, Sam'll just be able to make out: "So the packages'll arrive Friday? You sure about that?" "Yeah, double checked. The boat'll come in at four. That's AM, mind you." A pause, then the sound of fabric being dropped. "Wear this. The gun goes in 'ere... Bump off whoever's around and we'll have the thing unloaded before the pigs arrive. Nobody's gonna know what 'appened. The boss is out there now, infiltrating the boat. We won't be able to reach 'im, now."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 18 2013, 12:05 PM Post #4 |
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*Sam's pulse picks up speed. The snout was right after all. Shit. Standing there, a few metres outside of the shed, he's torn between going back and radioing in for back-up, and sneaking closer to get a good look at the men. If he walks away now, they might be gone before he comes back.... Without even thinking, Sam drops into a crouch, slowly creeping forward. This way, they won't see him, at least not all too soon... Besides, if he really did make his way back, the chance of them spotting him would increase. As he approaches, he spots a few places he could hide at, should the need arise... "Infiltrating the boat", they said... Packages, Friday, 4AM, a boat. Sam's mind is racing - he'll have to check what sorts of shipments will be dropped off that day... Christ, but this is better than anything he'd expected to find. Now if he could just... see... Carefully, Sam cranes his neck, trying to catch a glance at the men. Part of his mind is screaming at him to get away from there - they've got guns, after all! But then, so does he. Luckily, he followed his intuition this time and remembered to bring a weapon with him, and so he draws it slowly, just in case.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 18 2013, 01:49 PM Post #5 |
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*The men keep talking, oblivious for the moment. "Make sure you get rid of anyone around the area when it comes in. That way we'll be able to pin last week's fiasco on one of the employees. Quick fingerprint job on the murder weapon and we're in the clear." "Right." There's another pause as the men gather themselves and the uniforms they've been given. "Okay. We'll check in here later. I know it's a bit of a maze out there - just follow the signs we left."* *Suddenly, the half-broken door to the side swings open, and if Sam listens carefully, he'll be able to hear the three start to trudge out. "'Ey, hold up a sec..." A pause. "There's only three of us.... So whose shoe prints're those?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 18 2013, 02:24 PM Post #6 |
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*Murder... Jesus. But then, these aren't just ordinary blaggers, they're-- Sam had already started moving backwards, to get away before he was spotted, but then his mind freezes, his heart hammering. They found me. Within the wink of an eye, Sam is up on his feet, gun in his hand, aiming at the three men who at that moment still are staring at the prints - his prints.* Police. Don't move. *his voice is sounding a lot tougher and calmer than he actually feels.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 18 2013, 04:32 PM Post #7 |
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*All three freeze, startled by the appearance of someone with a gun. "Jesus!" Sam's caught them all before they can reach for their weapons. But it doesn't mean they're done for yet. Slowly and carefully, they all take a step away from each other, creating a wider target to hit. Startled, but beginning to regain some confidence, one raises his hands. "Police, eh? You using that in the plural sense? 'Cos I don't see 'police'.... I see 'copper', singular."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 18 2013, 04:42 PM Post #8 |
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*takes a step backwards, to counteract their spreading out* *deciding not to react to the man's words - don't give anything away.* I said, don't move. *beckons with the gun, his eyes darting from one to the other* Hands up where I can see them. Slowly. *his heart seems to be beating up in his throat, but he won't let it show, not to these thugs.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 18 2013, 06:15 PM Post #9 |
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*The man smirks slightly. "I'll take that as a yes." He takes a step forward, flanked by his mates. The ground's so uneven, if he can get Sam to back into a dip in the ground or something, he can make his move. The fact that Sam's back's facing the direction he's stepping could work in their favour. "How much did you hear?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 18 2013, 06:27 PM Post #10 |
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Enough to get you lads in jail for life. Game's over.*undoes the trigger safety of his gun with an audible click* One more step, I'll shoot. *Sam wills himself to remain where he is, to not back away. He as well is aware of the fact that right now he can't watch where he's going, and the area is a minefield of dips and hidden holes. But he can't show them his fear, he can't. It's all psychology; don't let them see insecurity. The calmer he seems, the more he'll unsettle them. Or so he hopes.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 18 2013, 09:33 PM Post #11 |
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*the guys are surprised by Sam's resilience - the man should be shaking in his boots right now, if he's really alone. Still. They need to get out of here - their little heist depends on them getting away. Only one thing for it. Without warning, the three of them suddenly rush at Sam, trusting that a policeman won't fire when there are three assailants. They just need to knock him down, then they can deal with him!* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 18 2013, 09:38 PM Post #12 |
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*However, they are underestimating Sam. He pulls the trigger. But then, two of the men collide with him, and suddenly the gun is gone from his hand before he can even form a coherrent thought.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 18 2013, 10:23 PM Post #13 |
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*the gunshot is accompanied by a short, sudden shout and a thump as one of the men goes down. But that leaves two of them to barrel into Sam hard. The force sends them all sprawling into the thick mud, on top of their target. It's a struggle in the dirt to even know which part of Sam to grab, but one of them manages to grab Sam's upper arms, squeezing hard and trying to slam him downwards. The other manages to knee Sam in the stomach, but quickly loses balance and falls onto his side beside him. "Gah! Stop struggling!"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 18 2013, 10:46 PM Post #14 |
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*Sam is indeed twisting and struggling, trying to get away from the thugs. Before his arms are grabbed, he manages to get a good punch at the one who then knees him in the stomach. Suddenly all air leaves his lungs, and Sam starts to choke - and still he hasn't given up the fight, kicking out at the man by his side, trying to land a hit on the one pressing him down as well.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 18 2013, 11:38 PM Post #15 |
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*Sam's hits collide on target and both men flinch away. The one on top of Sam backs off, making a choking sound - looks like Sam hit his solar plexus. The bloke next to Sam slams a fist down in the general vicinity of Sam's stomach and then then scrambles to his feet, kicking at Sam as he does.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 19 2013, 11:52 AM Post #16 |
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*before the fist can hit home, Sam is able to roll out of the way. He tries to get up to his feet, but doesn't quite manage it - the kick from before left him winded, and he can't straighten up properly. One shot, the other disabled, only one left, and Sam doesn't know whether he has a weapon, so turning his back on him is out of question. All of this is shooting through his mind without even being a coherrent thought, and so Sam charges at the man, aiming his fist for the side of his head. The question is whether the adrenaline is enough to make up for his lack of air...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 19 2013, 01:46 PM Post #17 |
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*The last man standing sees Sam's attack coming and tries to dodge, but it's too late. Sam's fist collides with his head and he stumbles, reaching out blindly. Off balance, he grabs two fistfuls of Sam's jacket and tries to drag Sam into the stumble with him.* *taking a desperate step to catch himself though, there's an audible crack. And before he knows it, the man's leg's through the floor, then all of him. Sam's jacket still clutched in his hands, the man tumbles into the newly uncovered hole, and after a few bumps and scrapes against god knows what, there's another bone-like crack, and the man's lights go out for good* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 19 2013, 02:18 PM Post #18 |
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*Sam is suddenly yanked forward, and reflexively he grabs the man's arms in an attempt to pry them off his jacket-- And then there's far more tugging at him than just a man - it's gravity pulling them both down, and suddenly the world is a swirling chaos, broken by painful impacts. Suddenly there's a stretch of nothing, and then the last, bone-shattering impact. Another dry crack - this one coming from Sam - and pain explodes through his right leg, so overwhelming that Sam doesn't even feel the stab of pain in his arm, or how his head bounces off the ground as he lands next to the dead man. His world goes black. To anyone looking down the hole now, both men will look utterly lifeless - one definitely dead, judging from the strange angle of his neck, and the other unmoving as well. Around them, sand and pebbles are raining down, the hole still enlarging itself slightly. What little light is shed from the opening above them, shows that they fell into what must be an old mine shaft; there's a glint of metal, hinting at a set of wagon tracks.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 19 2013, 03:23 PM Post #19 |
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*The last remaining man drags himself up from the floor and looks across at where there SHOULD be two men now struggling. But the space is mysteriously empty. Holding his aching side, he pushes himself up and limps over to the newly exposed hole in the ground. Peering gingerly over the edge, the sight of two unmoving figures meets his eyes. Both of them are dead... Quickly, he turns and picks up his shot colleague, dragging him backwards through the mud. If he can just get them both out of here, it'll look like the copper fell down the hole persuing a criminal. No blame at all. Leaving Sam and the dead man alone, the bloke rounds the corner and lurches out of sight.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 19 2013, 03:59 PM Post #20 |
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*Time passes. Several minutes, 15 minutes, half an hour, an hour... Finally, Sam's mind starts to swim into consciousness. The first thing he becomes aware of is pain - pain radiating in waves from somewhere down his body, pain stabbing at him from closer to his head, and finally his head itslf, pounding. And then Sam draws a shaky breath, and it hitches as there's a stinging pain shooting through the general area of his chest. He screws up his face, a weak moan escaping his lips. It seems to take an eternity before he's awake enough for the pain to subside to a somewhat tolerable level. The next thing Sam becomes aware of is a constant pattering, and... wetness. It's wet, and cold. Very cold. A few seconds later, he's able to identify the combination of wet and pattering as rain. The ground beneath him is very uneven, and cold. So he's lying somewhere, out in the open, in the rain... Sam decides to open his eyes. And wishes he hadn't, as his gaze is met by broken, sightless eyes. He jerks back - and gives an involuntary cry as the various centres of pain in his body team up to form one sea of agony. He's writhing, he can't help it, turning onto his back, eyes screwed up in a helpless attempt to ward off the pain. He can't tell how long it takes for the pain to subside, but when it does, Sam is out of breath and shaking. Shaking from the shock, shaking from the cold. Cold. He's cold. With another shuddering breath, Sam opens his eyes again, staring up. He remembers now. He fell down a hole. Fighting someone - the dead man next to him, most like. There were two other men, but they aren't here now. His scream would have brought them to the hole, it definitely would have. But there are no men, there is no-one at all, just the rain falling steadily, soaking Sam to the bone. Another amount of time passes, before Sam thinks he's ready to assess the state of his own body. Slowly, brings his right arm into position to push up his upper body. He can't use the left arm, this much he knows - it does move, but it hurts, and he thinks something is stuck in it. Much to his surprise, he manages to prop himself up on his one elbow, head pounding. Squinting, he looks down himself. Chest and abdomen - fine, to his relief, though judging from how painful it is to breathe, he must have done something with his ribs... though it isn't painful enough to be broken. Left arm - ah. Something is sticking out of his shoulder... a piece of... metal. He must've landed on it... Battling the slowly building nausea, Sam figures he can remove it easily enough, it isn't thick... a centimetre in diameter, at best... It's more like a very thin pipe, really... Legs - oh dear. That explains the worst pain... His right leg looks fairly broken. Sam groans, carefully leaning back again. When his head touches the ground, there's another throb of pain. His eyes screwed shut, Sam gingerly reaches across his face with his good hand, fingering first his forehead, then the side of his head... and that's where his fingers come away red with blood. Of course, I couldn't've fallen on top of the bloke..., Sam thinks sourly, doing his best to control his breathing and not let the pain overwhelm him again. Apart from all the seperate wounds, there's also the rain, and the cold. Cold. It's really bloody cold. Sam shivers, and then whines as the pain flares up again. Jesus Christ... He needs to move away from the hole... He's already wet, but if it keeps raining on him, he'll cool out even faster... He needs to... But then again, if someone were to find the hole, they wouldn't see him, and Sam doesn't know whether he's got the strength to shout... Will have the strength to shout... But lying there, next to the body... Sam wills himself to breathe calmly. He will be found. As soon as he doesn't turn up for work. As soon as he doesn't turn up for lunch. As soon as Gene misses him. As soon as... Sam gives a wry laugh, which turns into a pained cough. He's not even believing himself. How should they find him? Out here.... He pushes himself back up, and then slowly, painfully, inch by inch manages to pull himself a bit farther away from the body, further towards the earthy wall of the tunnel they are in. Finally, his back comes to rest against it, and Sam exhales. Now he's sitting somewhat upright, but hopefully still visible from up above... So now, he has to wait... wait...* --- In the present... *It's been raining since the early morning. A pool of water has formed pretty much everywhere, in every little dimple, in every well, in every hole. In Sam's hole as well. Sam can hear the pattering of rain, distantly. Sam is cold. Very cold. So cold that he realizes he must've stopped noticing it. The pattering of rain is so distant. There is nothing else...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 19 2013, 04:26 PM Post #21 |
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*Still searching through the rainy, muddy expanse ahead of him, Gene keeps trudging on. His heart's in his throat by now - he's not heard anything over the radio yet. In fact, he's not heard anything at all. He picks it up and holds the button in* Phyllis - Anyone heard anything? *getting nothing back but static, Gene shakes the handset and tries again.* Oi! Anyone hear me!? *Again receiving nothing but static, Gene curses and shoves the radio back in his pocket. Damn thing must be out of range. He supposes the best thing to do would be to head back and check with the station. Someone must've heard from Sam by now. He's just about to turn and head back when he notices something in the mud. Imprints that don't seem to match the boggy appearance of the rest of the ground. Smears, footprints. A whole body imprint... Sensing something's wrong, Gene blinks rain out of his eyes and follows, calling out* TYLER?? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 19 2013, 04:35 PM Post #22 |
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*down the hole, Sam's awareness sharpens slightly. He... he can hear something... He grimaces as his broken leg reminds him of its existance once more - as it has a thousand times by now - and blinks up against the rain. More mud has come down since his fall, and the whole isn't as steep as it was anymore, but he wouldn't be able to get up there... And anyway, he has to concentrate on the sounds he's hearing, those sounds that aren't rain... Sounds that are... splashing, thwacking, muttering... muttering... shouting... ... shouting. A voice. Sam's breath hitches. Someone, someone's there... Sam wants to call out, to make his existance known - I'm here, I'm alive, I'm bloody alive and I'm here...! - but instead of a shout nothing more than a cough and a moan leave his mouth. It hurts, it hurts to speak. But he has to... He has to try again...! The coughing subsides, and Sam tries to give it another go. Here, I'm here, I'm down here, I'm...* ... urgh... h-here.... *his voice is raw and broken from disuse thirst, and his constant shivering is making it even harder to talk. He can't even move his lips properly...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 19 2013, 06:03 PM Post #23 |
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*Over the sounds of the pouring rain it's impossible to hear a response, if there is one. Fleetingly Gene thinks he might've heard something.... But it's just wishful thinking, it must be.... He follows the trail still though, refusing to give up on this. His gut's sounding alarm bells at him, and he never ignores his gut. Treading carefully, Gene takes a few more steps forward, heading in the same direction as the trail* TYLER! If you're here, I swear to god.....!! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 19 2013, 06:20 PM Post #24 |
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*The voice again. Calling his name. It's familiar, familiar, so bloody familiar... Who is it, who... ... Gene. No, it can't be. Yes, it must be. Can't. Must. Sam strains to sit up properly, ignoring the pain that every movement causes him. He cranes his neck as far as he can, gazing up into the darkness* Here...! I'm... *his voice breaks again, and another coughing fit makes it impossible for Sam to speak.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 19 2013, 09:12 PM Post #25 |
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*Gene's about to give up and turn around when he swears he can hear.... Was that....?? Listening carefully, Gene walks along, heart hammering in his throat. If Sam is out here somewhere in this muddy dank wilderness... He can't be in a very good state... After a moment, Gene spots something just a few steps away - a gigantic hole in the ground. It was hard to spot through the downpour, but Gene can see it now - wide and looming. He trudges up to it and peers over the edge, flicking his torch over into the abyss. At first he can't see anything. But then... What's that... Upon realising, dread washes over him like a bucket of ice water. That's a man down there... And judging from the awkward angle its neck is at... a corpse. Covered in mud and pale and stiff. But... that's not Sam... Urgently, trying not to panic, Gene flashes the torch this way and that and yells down into the hole* TYLER, YOU DOWN THERE? FOR GOD'S SAKE...ANSWER ME... |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 19 2013, 09:35 PM Post #26 |
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*He can't hear him. Gene can't hear him. Panic washes away the numbness that had settled on Sam during the hours and hours of waiting, of enduring, and he can't stand it any longer, not one second longer, he has to get out of here, but Gene can't hear him. Sam's teeth are chattering by now with the exertion and the bloody cold, as he wills away the cough that's preventing him from calling out properly. Suddenly there are a few flashes, and Gene's voice is so close, still calling his name.... Sam has to close his eyes against the sudden light, but still, he straightens up as far as he can, and desperately he scrapes together all his strength to shout...* Here...! I'm h-here, Gene, I'm HERE--! *pain laces through his chest and Sam falls back against the muddy wall, a groan following his words. He can't do that again, he can't... Gene, please...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 19 2013, 09:56 PM Post #27 |
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SAM!? *aims the torch in the direction he thought he heard the shout from, and.....* Oh...... Christ.....! *Sam's there, covered in muck, just beside the corpse. And if Gene hadn't heard his voice just then.... God, he'd have thought he was dead. Even now, Gene's not too sure....* Sam... Oh god... You alive?? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 19 2013, 10:13 PM Post #28 |
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*exhales with a shudder, one that remains even when he draws in breath again. He nods, not even knowing whether or not Gene will see that. He knows the torch is aiming at him - the light is so bright to his eyes that he can't open them at all, and it's making his head pound again. He shifts slightly, drawing his left knee closer to his body. It's a fruitless attempt at relieving the other pains in his body... But... Gene is here, finally, he's here, he's spotted him... He'll get him out of this hell... Though hell is supposed to be hot, isn't it, and he's so cold.... cold, soaked, muddy....* *croaks lowly* ... Gene... *it's a plea. Get me out of here.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 19 2013, 10:29 PM Post #29 |
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*Shit. Shit shit shit.* Alright, Sammy... S'alright, I've got you now... Just hang on, okay? *Quickly and with shaking hands, he pulls out the radio and presses the button down. All procedure's thrown out of the window - there are no police IDs on Gene's mind at the moment - no formalities.* Phyllis, I need an ambulance NOW. You know where I am - Send one NOW, you hear me!? *Static is all that greets him when he releases the button, and he swears loudly, throwing the radio into the mud in a rage* *stands closer to the edge and calls down* You able to walk? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 19 2013, 10:35 PM Post #30 |
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*swallows with difficulty, still unable to open his eyes with the torch shining at him* N... n-no, I... r-right leg's b... b... b-broken...... *Sam's breath hitches again, hampered by his violent shivering, and he coughs, trying to brace himself for the pain that usually follows his coughing fits* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 19 2013, 11:12 PM Post #31 |
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.... Right.... Right. *No radio, no ambulance, no help. What the HELL can Gene do? Drive off and try to find somewherewithin radio range? But that'd mean leaving Sam, and having to find him again afterwards. And looking at Sam at the bottom of this godforsaken ditch... No, he can't leave Sam alone. It's up to Gene to get him out of here, now.* Sam?? Sam... I'm comin' down to get you. The Gene Genie's on 'is way.... Okay? Just... Hang on.... *Gene rushes off for a second, and into the shed-like structure. A moment later he's back, holding the end of a long rope and using it as a lever to help him start to navigat ehis way down the slope and towards Sam* Keep talking, alright? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 19 2013, 11:23 PM Post #32 |
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*Sam nods again, too shivery and exhausted to reply properly. He can hear Gene move away, and for a moment there's panic - but, no, he said he's on his way... And in this situation, Sam trusts Gene completely. 100%. And there he is again. Sam squints up again, the harsh light gone. He can see a shape blacker than the night around him - that must be Gene... he's making his way downwards slowly... Keep talking... Sam draws in another laboured breath, racking his brain for that important thing he needed to tell Gene, the important... really important thing...* ...B-blokes.... f-found 'em h... h... here...... *his good hand moves up to his injured shoulder to hold onto it, knead the pain out of it, although he can't even feel his fingers on either hand anymore* Said... s-said s-something a-a-about..... p-packages.... F-friday, F... f-f.... four A-AM... ... ... *has to stop for a moment to regain control over his breathing* ... b-boat... infilt-t-t-trated...... Edited by Sam Tyler, Jul 19 2013, 11:24 PM.
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 19 2013, 11:47 PM Post #33 |
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*Sam's voice is weak and stuttery - not like it should sound at all, and this spurs Gene on. He's not listening to Sam's words very closely, but instead just making sure that Sam's making some sort of noise. Some sort of indication that he's alive and conscious. Feeling sick and numb with worry, Gene clambers down the slope, feet skidding on the wet mud underneath him. He slips a few times, but his hands are strong around the rope he's tied to the shed above ground, and he's determined to get down there in one piece. He'll be no help to Sam if he too takes a tumble. After a brief pause to catch his breath, Gene continues on his descent, FINALLY touching down on the ground. Letting go of the rope and almost tripping over the dead body in his desperation to get to Sam, Gene scrambles over to his side.* Jesus.... *places a hand on the side of Sam's face to let him know he's there* *shakily* Right mess you've got yerself in, eh, Sammy? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 20 2013, 09:16 AM Post #34 |
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*Sam can hear Gene coming closer, and it still feels like a dream. Maybe he's just imagining it all... hallucinating... still, he keeps talking, repeating what he said before, to make sure Gene really hears it...it's important, it's-- And then there are steps, very close, and then there's a hand on the side of his face. A large, warm hand. Gene's hand. He's there. Sam's breath hitches, and his eyes close as he savours the sensation. The warm hand, almost burning hot against Sam's icy skin. Gene will feel how much he's shivering, how cold and wet Sam's skin is. It's been raining all day, after all... Gene is here, he's here. He's real. He's here. It's overwhelming, too much. Sam heaves a sob, tears starting to roll down his face, indistinguishable from the rain still pattering down on the both of them.* ... G-Gene...... *he leans in to the touch of Gene's hand to his face, craving more contact, craving more of the warmth, too far gone to care about how unmanly this might seem to his Guv.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 20 2013, 04:58 PM Post #35 |
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*Oh god.... Sam's trembling like an earthquake's hit him, and he's soaked through. Gene's heart plunges as he hears Sam's sob, his blood running cold as he sees Sam's tears. Christ, how did this happen?? Gene moves his other hand to rest on the other side of Sam's face, stroking at his cheeks and wiping the mud away from his skin* Shhhh, shhh.... I'm gonna get you out of here, okay? *strokes through Sam's hair to try to calm him - he's gonna need to move Sam in a moment, and he needs to make sure Sam's alright first* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 20 2013, 05:29 PM Post #36 |
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*Gene will notice the dried blood on the side of Sam's face now, where his head hit the ground when he fell. Sam can't help it, there's another sob and then another, before he swallows hard and gives a little nod, his eyes still closed. He hadn't allowed himself to think about it, but deep down he thought he was going to die... unable to move, no-one coming to the area, no-one hearing him... And then Gene had come, against all odds... And his hands are so warm, comforting, real, it's hard for Sam to pull himself together. And now he's stroking through his hair, the gesture so gentle... It's almost too much again for him. Gene is going to get him out of here... Sam wants to believe that with every inch of his being, but... Sam isn't entirely delirious yet, he knows it's going to be hard...* ... h-how... c-can't walk, c... can't m-move, 'n y-you, c-can't.... ca-carry me..... ... ... |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 20 2013, 08:56 PM Post #37 |
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I bloody well can. Don't you worry 'bout that. Now, let's see what we're up against, eh? *still stroking Sam's fringe, Gene looks down Sam's body, taking in the bloodied side of Sam's face, the punctured shoulder and the broken leg. Jesus.... That's a lot of things to deal with.... and all while Sam's in danger of going into shock. First things first - he's gotta get Sam warm and protect him from the rain. Taking his hand away a moment, Gene shrugs his muddy coat off and lays it over Sam, carefully avoiding Sam's shoulder and leg. Hopefully that should help warm him a little.... Next, Gene turns his attention to Sam's shoulder, peering at it worriedly* This attached to anything, do you know? Or is it loose? *gestures to the small bolt of metal* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 20 2013, 09:12 PM Post #38 |
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*When the weight of Gene's camel hair coat settles on Sam's body, it feels as though he's protected from any harm now. It's not enough to warm him immediately, of course, but just knowing it's there... Sam opens his eyes again, focusing them on Gene after a moment. He licks his lips before attempting to speak* 's loose... I-I c-crawled here f-from... from o-o-over th-there.... *raises his good hand to loosely point over to where the corpse is lying* D... D-din't want t-to re-remove it.... b-b-bleedin'... |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 20 2013, 09:29 PM Post #39 |
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Right.... Okay.... *moves his face closer, shining his torch onto it to see better. The metal's sticking right out of Sam's shoulder, but the fact that he hasn't bled out yet is good. And if Sam managed to crawl with it in then at least he's not stuck to anything... Next Gene turns his attention to Sam's head, shining the torch next to Sam's head so as not to burn his eyes. He gently turns Sam's head to the side slightly to get a better look* Owch.... Bet this hurts, eh, Gladys? *gently brushes Sam's hair away from the bloodied area, squinting at it in the dark* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 20 2013, 09:47 PM Post #40 |
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*Apart from the obvious wound on the side of Sam's head, there are also several smaller scratches and scrapes all over his face. Even though Gene isn't shining the light directly at Sam, it's still too bright for his eyes, and he has to close them, turning his head away slightly even before Gene turns it to get a better look. The touch again... If only this moment could last forever. All Sam wants to do is feel this touch. However, Gene's words stir him out of his thoughts, and he nods slightly. The wound isn't too large, but large enough to be really uncomfortable. Somehow Sam managed to staunch the bleeding over the course of the day - his one hand, all bloodied, gives evidence to that - but it still looks fearsome. But, it doesn't hurt far as much as his leg does... Sam turns his head back, leaning into Gene's hand like a dog needy for stroking.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 20 2013, 10:18 PM Post #41 |
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*sensing Sam's need for human contact, Gene keeps the gentle touches going as he continues his inspection. Sam's face is scratched as well as the cut to his head.... But it's the cut that gives him the most worry. It seems to have clotted over time, though.... Possibly partly due to the dried mud.... It's Sam's leg he wants to look at next though. Keeping one hand on Sam's shoulder, Gene squelches downwards, knees in the mud, shining the torch towards Sam's leg. Luckily it's not an open fracture... and it doesn't look like it's been hideously twisted in any wrong angle... But Gene can tell just from seeing the way that Sam's had to drag it through the mud that it must be pretty bad off. He won't be able to get Sam out of this hole with it like that, anyway. He's going to need to splint it up if he's going to move him. Seems something from National Service has become useful, then.* Sam? M'just gonna find something to make a splint out of, alright? Gotta get that pin of yours straight. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 26 2013, 08:21 AM Post #42 |
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R-right. *takes a deep breath, concentrating on Gene's hand on hus shoulder for a moment* I f... Fell o-on top of... R-rails. P-planks, you... Y-you can use the... The planks... *reaches up with his good hand to pull the coat up a bit further. He's well beyond being warmed by just that, but he needs it, badly. It smells of cigarette smoke and whiskey. Of the Railway Arms. Of Gene.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 26 2013, 01:13 PM Post #43 |
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*pats Sam's shoulder comfortingly* Right. Good thinkin'. One sec and I'll be back. *Quickly, he moves off, trudging over to where he can see some pieces of broken wood. He's very carefully not looking at the corpse just off to the side - he can't look at that right now. Not while Sam's down here in such a bad way.... Gene grabs two pieces of wood and a bit of old rope and moves back to Sam* Alright.... Y'probably figured this out by now, but.... This is gonna hurt a fair bit. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 26 2013, 01:28 PM Post #44 |
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*inhales sharply as Gene leaves his side - it's as if all the warmth is suddenly gone... And what if he doesn't come back, what if... ... But there he is again. Sam swallows with some effort at Gene's words, his eyes closing.* J... Just g-get on with it... |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 26 2013, 02:24 PM Post #45 |
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*Gene exhales slowly, studying Sam's leg reluctantly. This isn't going to be pleasant....* Alright.... *Gene stands, placing one end of the plank on the floor and the other against the wall. With a swift kick, he breaks the plank into two equal pieces just about long enough to support Sam's lower leg. Carefully, he crouches beside Sam, eyes constantly flicking up to his face. Right. Best to just get this over and done with.... Gene talks as he starts to work, hoping to distract Sam somewhat* Annie's been going spare, y'know. Thought y'might've swanned off to see that ridiculous band you like play or summat.... *carefully places one part of the wood to the left side of Sam's leg and the other to the right side, pushing them together as gently as possible* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 27 2013, 07:34 PM Post #46 |
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*Shivering, Sam tries to steel himself for what's about to come, concentrating on Gene's voice and the sounds surrounding him. When the plank snaps in half, though, he flinches; the sound is too similar to that of breaking bones, and even before Gene sets to work the throbbing in his leg seems to increase. But still Sam tries his best not to let it show, to listen to Gene talking about Annie... ... Until Gene starts to move the two pieces of wood together. Sam's torso lurches forward. Despite how gently Gene attempts to do it, it hurts, it HURTS. He gives something between a hiss and a strangled sound, folding in on himself. His body is screaming at Sam from everywhere at once at the sudden movement, and there's the sobbing again, because Sam doesn't deserve this, and it hurts, and he doesn't want it, and it HURTS.* Edited by Sam Tyler, Jul 27 2013, 08:47 PM.
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 27 2013, 08:28 PM Post #47 |
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*Shhhhhhhhhhhit shit shit shit! It physically hurts Gene to see Sam in this much pain.... But it needs to be done, and it'll feel a LOT better when his leg's straight and supported. So Gene continues, trying to get it done as quickly as possible. With the planks now holding the bone straight, Gene quickly begins to wind the rope around, sandwiching everything together* Okay Sammy, s'ok... Once this is done, it'll be better.... Promise... |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 27 2013, 08:53 PM Post #48 |
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*Sam is shaking violently now, both from the cold and the pain, his good hand clutching his shoulder, fingers twitching madly. The pain just won't stop, and for a moment Sam thinks - hopes - that he'll just pass out. He'd like that. He gives another helpless sob, his head unintentionally coming to rest on Gene's shoulder. And then... He doesn't even notice at first, but his leg seems to calm down... However, the pounding in his head and all the other aches still remain, and so Sam can't relax out of his folded, protective position, not yet...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 27 2013, 09:31 PM Post #49 |
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*Heart beating fast and panic in his system, Gene ties the end of the rope off, ensuring that Sam's leg's going to stay straight. With his bone back in the right place, he hopes Sam'll be able to move now... But not before he's grabbed onto him and held him tightly. Because Jesus, Sam doesn't deserve this... And right now, Gene just wants to wrap him up in blankets, warm him up and take all his pain away. Avoiding Sam's punctured shoulder, Gene wraps his arms around Sam and hangs on tight* Shhhhhhhhhh shhhhhhhhh shhhhhhhhhhhh........... I've got you, Sam. M'here.... |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 27 2013, 10:34 PM Post #50 |
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*The shivering won't stop, even as Gene pulls him close and holds him tight. Sam is too far gone at this point to do anything but burry his face in Gene's chest, his own hitching with hampered breathing and sobs. He hurts and he's cold, so cold, he'll never be warm again, ever... His good hand somehow finds its way to Gene's shirt and grabs onto it as if to save Sam's life. His voice sounds strangleded when he speaks* ... Can't, I can't, can't... G-guv, I... P-p-please.... *the pain still threatens to pull him into oblivion, but now Gene is there, an anchor for Sam to hold on to...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 27 2013, 10:51 PM Post #51 |
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*Heart aching painfully at the sight of Sam like this, Gene clutches Sam to his chest, letting him bury his face and sob without saying a word about it. He'd not proud to admit it, but he'd be doing the same in Sam's situation - It's been hours since Sam fell. Hours. And finally there's a chance of escape. No, Gene doesn't blame Sam for his reaction at all. He wants to get Sam calmer before he tries moving him.... But at the same time, he knows time is of the essence here. Sam needs help, and now.* *Gene strokes Sam's hair with one hand and rubs warmth into his arm with the other, shhing and murmuring to him like someone trying to soothe a spooked animal, hoping to lower his panic just a little* Shhhh, Sam. S'alright. The Gene Genie's 'ere. Just.... breathe normal, okay? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 27 2013, 11:03 PM Post #52 |
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*Sam falls silent, the only sound coming from him being his panting and occasional sobbing. His fingers are still clutching onto Gene's shirt convulsively, he's s shivering uncontrollably, but, with each of Gene's strokes... Slowly... Ever so slowly... The pain seems to subside to a somewhat tolerable level. After what seems like an eternity, Sam exhales shakily, his breathing sounding somewhat normal again.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 27 2013, 11:09 PM Post #53 |
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*Gene continues to try to soothe Sam until finally, Sam's breathing evens out. He can still feel the tremble of his friend against him, and he can still feel the cold fear inside of him on Sam's behalf. He's making all these promises - saying he's going to get Sam out. But even with the best plan hes got, it's still a very risky manouver. He just can't mention that to Sam. Gene needs to be strong for Sam right now. When he finally decides it's time, Gene moves slightly, trying to get a view of Sam's face. He speaks quietly and as calmly as he can* Okay. You think you're able to help me get you out of here now, Sammy? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 28 2013, 09:12 AM Post #54 |
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*in response, Sam chokes out a humourless laugh* H-help you...? C... C-can't even h-help m-mys-self... *However, Sam straightens up slowly, propping his hand against Gene's chest for support, grimacing as the motion upsets his shoulder and ribs. He just wants to get out of this pit... And even though he as well knows that it's going to be hard for Gene to get him out, he trusts him.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 28 2013, 10:01 AM Post #55 |
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*keeps his arm around Sam's back as he moves, trying to keep his shoulder from hurting* *grim huff of almost-laughter* Well. Help in the sense that you won't cop it, then. Right.... I've gotta get you over to that rope over there - see it? *gestures over to where he scrambled down in the first place* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 28 2013, 10:09 AM Post #56 |
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*nods gingerly after a moment of consideration* Y.. Yeah. I'll t-try. *with some difficulty, he manages to focus on where Gene is pointing. He can't see the rope, but he nods anyway. It's all he can do.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 29 2013, 07:59 AM Post #57 |
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Right. Good lad. *shifts, getting his legs underneath him while still supporting Sam's upper body* Ok. Here we go... *gets one hand under Sam's good shoulder, wrapping the other one around his middle. With a grunt, Gene tries to drag Sam upright and towards the rope* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 30 2013, 09:39 AM Post #58 |
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*Sam instinctively holds onto Gene with his good hand, his grip tightening even more as he's slowly dragged up to his feet. Pain flashes through his body, from his leg upwards and downwards from his punctured shoulder, and he can feel the pole shift. Still, Sam grinds his teeth against it, managing to supress a groan -barely. He's holding onto Gene for his dear life now as they drag themselves through the mud, past the corpse, towards the rope. The splint does its job; after the initial pain, Sam barely feels his leg. Or is that a bad thing?* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 30 2013, 09:47 AM Post #59 |
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Alright, alright... You're doin' a good job Sammy, keep it up... *pauses when he reaches the slope and the rope lying against it, still hanging onto Sam tightly. The coat's still hanging from Sam, sandwiched between then both as they move. * Okay... *looks from Sam to the rope, to Sam again* Right. *tries to set Sam down again without disturbing him too much* You up for havin' a little ride up the slope, Tyler? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 30 2013, 10:25 PM Post #60 |
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*Despite how much Gene tries not upset Sam, the flashes of pain become stronger. He's been down that hole for hours, and just sitting; moving now after hours of immobility is adding to the agony of his injuries. Sam can't help it, he gives a moan as Gene lowers him to the ground, and he screws his eyes shut against the pain. He mutters through gritted teeth* Just... G-get me out of of he- here... p-please...*his voice sounds choked and miserable - he's too far gone to care about how whiney or weak he sounds by saying it* |
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*Sam's voice tugs at Gene's heart, and he places a hand on Sam's good shoulder - hopefully this'll reassure him slightly... * I'm workin' on it, Sammy. We'll get you out of 'ere before you can say' double shot of marvellous morphine'. Now... *leans down and takes the wet, muddy rope in his hands. He spends an anxious moment looking between Sam and the upper ledge, brain working carefully. He can only think of one way to get Sam up and out of this place, and it's going to take a bit of skill. It's risky, but.... It's the only choice he has. * *tries to thread it around Sam's middle without moving him too much - Sam might have figured out by now what Gene's planning. * |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 30 2013, 11:25 PM Post #62 |
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*Indeed - it takes a little while, but as Gene reaches behind him with the rope Sam understands. He can't decide whether to approve of that method or not, but in the end he only cares for escaping this dawned hole. And he trusts Gene. He has to. As Gene fastens the first knot, Sam reaches out with his good hand and attempts to get a good grip at the upper part of the rope. Both his hands are utterly numb, so it will take a while for him to be able to hold onto it properly...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 30 2013, 11:33 PM Post #63 |
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*seeing that Sam's got the right idea Gene raises one hand and places it firmly over Sam's, tightening it around the rope as much as he can. He holds it there for a second, hoping that Sam needs the contact as much as he does. He needs to hold his emotions back. He needs to be strong for Sam right now. Letting go again, Gene then proceeds to methodically loop the rope around the upper portion of Sam's thighs, creating a type of seat. Two firms knots later and Sam's tied to the rope good and proper. Gene tests the knots and then checks again just to be sure.* *nervously* Right. Ready to get out of this hole? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 31 2013, 10:23 PM Post #64 |
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*Sam flinches ever so slightly as Gene's hand closes around his own, but then he actually leans in and rests his forehead against it, prolonging their contact. For Gene is right - he needs the contact dearly. Sam's eyes close as Gene continues to work, and he concentrates on the sound of Gene's breathing, so close to him. His own is weak, shaky, and he's heard it all day, so listening to so. Wine else's breathing is actually very pleasant at that moment. He opens his eyes again when Gene speaks, but his head remains inclined. Inhaling with the omnipresent shudder, he nods once.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 31 2013, 10:55 PM Post #65 |
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*worried by Sam's lack of a response, Gene nods once. Right. Time to get him out of this hell hole. Giving Sam one last squeeze for reassurance, Gene lets his fingers slip from Sam's and hurriedly squelches the one step closer to the slope. He pulls on the rope hard, testing its strength and length (he doesn't want it to jostle Sam at the bottom while he climbs) before setting one foot against the wall and yanking hard. He's up, one step... Two steps... It's slow going, and Gene's hardly the athletic type... But with Sam's welfare behind him, Gene starts to aggressively ascend the slope, hauling himself up bit by bit.* *calls back down* Two ticks.... And you'll be out... Okay, Tyler? *slips a bit, catching himself quickly*Agh! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 31 2013, 11:15 PM Post #66 |
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*When Gene pool let's go of his hand, Sam suddenly feels colder than he has the entire day, and a little moan escapes him. However, he's lucid enough to know that, in order to get him out, Gene has to get up there first... As Gene begins to climb, Sam's head comes to rest against the muddy slope, and he pulls his uninjured leg closer to his body. His thoughts are about to drift off when he hears Gene's yelp, and he looks up abruptly, panic suddenly washing through his dazed mind.* G-Gene?! |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 1 2013, 10:33 AM Post #67 |
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*panting with exertion - he's not used to this much exercise...! * M'alright! I'm... Alright. Don't worry. *regains his footing and shoves upwards once again, climbing further up. A few minutes later, Gene's hand flops over the top of the ledge and he drags himself up and over* *calls down breathlessly* Sam, I'm up. You're next, okay? You ready? |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 1 2013, 11:23 AM Post #68 |
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*Sam keeps looking up as Gene climbs, now quite awake and quite worried. The adrenaline is enough even to drown out some of the pain. When Gene calls down to him, Sam finds that his voice seems to have momentarily left him, and so it takes him a few seconds before he's able to reply* Y... Yeah. R-ready. *Now he has to brace himself... Sam tries to strengthen his grip on the rope, and does his best to swallow down a new stab of agony* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 1 2013, 11:29 AM Post #69 |
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*Right. Okay. Gene can do this... * Okay - Sammy? Hang on, alright? Use them noodley arms of yours and keep that leg pointing away from the wall. *heaves at the rope, using the ledge as a lever. He takes a step backwards, pulling the rope with him, and hopefully pulling Sam up and away from the floor* *shouts* It working?? |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 1 2013, 02:00 PM Post #70 |
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*At first, nothing happens, and Sam half expects the rope to fall down onto his head. But then, suddenly, there's a yank, and he's hovering in midair, his shoulder scraping against the muddy slope. Sam bites back a moan, instead calling up to Gene* Yeah... Yeah, I'm m-moving, if it's working! *The train is starting to let up slightly, so he hopes Gene will hear him... * |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 1 2013, 02:31 PM Post #71 |
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*Gene can just hear Sam's voice over the slapping of raindrops on the mud, and he thinks, thank god it's working. He has no way of knowing how it's going, positioned away from the ledge as he is - but as long as he can get Sam out of that damn hole, the rest he can deal with. That's a thought, though... He's not going to know when to slow down when Sam gets to the top. He doesn't want to smash Sam into the wall by accident.... * Oi, Gladys..... You let me know when you get to the top.... Okay? *continues to pull urgently - he can't see Sam while he's stood like this, and that worries him* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 1 2013, 02:51 PM Post #72 |
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*he's moving up faster than he could have hoped for, but that also means that it's a rough ride. Sam keeps swinging and bumping into the wall, and more than once it takes all his will power not to cry out. Gene's voice reaches him again, but this time it's harder to make out the sense of his words... That can't be good... * I.. I will, y-yeah... Oh god... *The pain is increasing again, and it takes Sam a moment to realise that's because the pole in his shoulder is shifting. Christ. After what seems to be an eternity, Sam suddenly realised that above him, the walls are gone. He must be reaching the top... * Almost.. R-reached the edge, G-Gene... *dear God, if his voice is as faint as he thinks it is Gene will never hear him... * Edited by Sam Tyler, Aug 1 2013, 02:51 PM.
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 1 2013, 02:56 PM Post #73 |
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*Gene continues to pull, his arms screaming in protest. The rope is rough, and it rubs aggressively against his hands as he tugs, but he doesn't stop - he can't stop. He has to get Sam out of there. It takes a second for Gene to realise he'd heard a voice just then... He pauses, panting with the effort* Sam, you say something? You at the top? |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 1 2013, 03:13 PM Post #74 |
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*When Gene pauses, it causes Sam to shift slightly - and his broken leg hits the wall. A strangled sound escapes him, one that Gene definitely will hear, now that he's so close to the top. His breathing shallow and fast, Sam fights to get the words out* Y-yeah I'm... I'm... A-almost... *another wave of pain takes his breath away* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 1 2013, 03:58 PM Post #75 |
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*Shit! That sound was Sam....! * Bloody....! You okay?? Wait, just... Hang on... *shuffles closer to the edge, trying his best to keep the rope tension steady. It's slippery and wet on the ground, but Gene just manages to get close enough to look over and glimpse Sam. He's so close.... * Oi, Mr Dangles..... *hefts the rope once more, pulling Sam up another few inches* This is... Gonna sound clichéd as bullocks, but... *leans as much as he dares, extending one hand out to Sam* Grab my hand! |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 1 2013, 05:08 PM Post #76 |
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*Sam doesn't bother to answer that question. He's anything but okay, and he knows that Gene knows. He feels himself bob slightly, slipping down a few inches as Gene shuffles to the edge, and Sam raises his head with difficulty to peer up at him. Then he goes back up again, biting his lower lip hard enough to draw blood as another stab of pain races up from his leg and down from his shoulder, both meeting somewhere in his chest. And still, he almost feels like laughing when Gene extends his hand down to him. It's ridiculous, utterly ridiculous. His eyes focusing on the hand, Sam contemplates whether or not he is brave enough to let go of the rope to reach up, or whether he'll risk agony from his injured arm. In the end, he does not dare to let go of his lifeline. If he does, he'll swing back, and risk falling down. He can't do that, he can't bear to go back down again. He swallows down his nausea, screws his eyes shut against the screaming of his shoulder, and thrusts up his left arm, hoping that Gene will be able to catch it.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 1 2013, 05:41 PM Post #77 |
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*Gene squints down at Sam, seeing the waving of fingers from just below the ledge. Grunting with the effort, he reaches just a tiny bit further.... a tiny bit further..... There! His fingers close around Sam's, and he takes a few slippery steps back, heaving Sam up as he does, pulling on both the rope and his arm. This way he hopes he'll be able to keep the angle of Sam's leg under control. One more step, two.... Just to get Sam as far from the hole as he can, and Gene slips backwards, landing exhausted in the mud. A second later, he frantically scrapes himself up and hovers over Sam, hands grasping at his dirt covered clothes and the grubby coat hanging off of him* Gah! You.... You alive...?? |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 1 2013, 05:55 PM Post #78 |
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*It feels as if his arm is being torn right off his body, and Sam can't help it any longer, he screams. There's a cut in time - the next thing Sam knows, there are hands all over him, and the pain is making it so hard to breathe, he just wants to stop doing it altogether. He's writhing in the mud, his good hand feebly grabbing for his injured shoulder with the pole still piercing it, and somehow Sam manages to get the words out* Get... g-get that thing outohgod...! *his voice trails off into a wail and his back arches with another wave of pain* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 1 2013, 06:01 PM Post #79 |
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*Gene's heart almost leaps up his throat as Sam screams, and he grabs at Sam's hands, panicked. If Sam pulls that thing out, he'll bleed everywhere....* Whoa, whoa! Jesus.... Sam... Calm.... Calm down! *holds Sam's hands away from his body, hushing urgently. He needs to get Sam calm somehow....* *leans in close to Sam's body, his face close to Sam's, and starts talking, as calmly as he can* You're out of the hole, you're out, okay, Sam? Listen to me, okay? Shhh, you're out.... And I'm takin' you to get you fixed right now, you hear me? Just hang on a few more minutes and it'll be out. Trust me, okay? Trust me. Do you trust me? |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 1 2013, 07:50 PM Post #80 |
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*In addition to the permanent shiver, Sam is now twitching and kicking feebly with his good leg, momentarily unable to even tell up from down - everything is pain, and nothing makes sense, not even Gene's words.* Get... get it... I c-can't, Guv, G-Gene, I, p-please, get, get-- *Trust me, okay? Trust me. Do you trust me? He trusts Gene, of course he does. If he didn't, he would have closed his eyes and given up hours before. He wouldn't have called out. He would have let go of the rope. Sam bucks up once more, but then he remains on the ground, trembling, panting, gasping for air like a fish out of the water. The pain is still there, but it doesn't feel like it will make him go mad anymore. Finally, Sam manages to give a jerky nod. His eyes are closed, but he can feel just how close Gene is.* I-- I d-do. I do. I trust you. *his voice sounds strained, strangled, is barely recognizable as Sam's voice* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 1 2013, 08:05 PM Post #81 |
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*God, this is torture. Watching Sam like this.... Gene curses himself for not being able to do more, but deep down he knows he's doing all he can. He holds Sam through his twitches and spasms, trying to soothe or at least stop Sam moving enough to hurt himself. In the end he supposes he must succeed - that or Sam's become too tired to move any more* Okay.... Good. Now. I'm goin' to lift you up, okay? Like a blushing bride on 'er honeymoon. Then you'll be out of here and somewhere warm. *Gene doesn't wait for Sam's response - he knows Sam won't want to be lifted, but he has no other choice. There're no ambulances around, no radio reception... If he can get Sam to the Cortina then at least they'll be on their way. So Gene wraps the coat around Sam again, firmly. He tucks one sleeve under Sam's bad elbow and ties it to the other, hoping to at least give the arm some support. And then he slides his arms underneath Sam, trying his very best not to jostle him as he lifts with almost superhuman strength, the adrenaline surging through him like electricity* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 1 2013, 08:19 PM Post #82 |
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*The words are starting to make sense again, and indeed, Sam's very first impulse is to protest at being carried like a princess, but at the same time he knows that he can't walk, not after spending hours after hours freezing in that wretched hole. However, he is beyond the point of wanting (or needing) to seem brave, and so he doesn't bother to hold back the groans and the keening as Gene tucks the coat around him, secures his arm, and finally lifts him up. At least now he's close to Gene again, can feel him... God, how he needs this, the contact... Without quite realizing what he's doing, Sam nestles his head against Gene's chest, burying it in his shirt. He could lose himself like this... Forget all about the pain...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 1 2013, 08:29 PM Post #83 |
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*relieved by the lack of screams from Sam as he picks him up, Gene tightens his grip on the precious bundle. He gulps as Sam nestles into his chest, leaning his head slightly to accommodate the position. It's cold and wet still, but he hopes that being held like this might begin to warm Sam up soon. Before he can stop himself, Gene strokes with his thumb, brushing it against Sam's neck and sets off, trudging towards the exit* Hope you're enjoying that body heat, Gladys. *huffs and puffs* It's one hundred percent Hunt energy* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 1 2013, 08:40 PM Post #84 |
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*Sam is indeed enjoying the heat, although it doesn't feel like something that might ever have been part of his own body. Rather, it's like a cocoon, settling around him without quite having an effect on his body. Gene's thumb against his icy skin feels like fire stroking him, making him shiver a bit harder and crane his neck slightly, pressing his face closer against Gene. He can feel it heaving and working... God, this can't be easy for Gene... He gives no reply, instead exhaling shakily. The pain is subsiding to a faint throbbing and pulling, and suddenly Sam feels tired, so endlessly tired. He just wants to escape it all... Make it stop...* *muffled and still strangled-sounding*... m-make it... s-stop... *a fresh stab of pain, and Sam hisses* G-Gene... |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 1 2013, 08:49 PM Post #85 |
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I am, Sammy... I am. I'm working on it... *pants, the mud up to his ankles now as he walks* Just a few more minutes. *huffs a half laugh, trying to keep Sam's spirits up* Demanding little monster, aren't you... You'll be asking for a backrub next... |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 1 2013, 08:57 PM Post #86 |
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*mumbles into Gene's shirt* B-been down there f... fore-ever... s-since the m-m-morning... n-not asking m-much, c... con... considering... *He doesn't mean to blame Gene, anything but that - however, during those long hours, especially when darkness settled around him, Sam had wished so desperately for Gene to turn up, at one point even yelling up to the sky over how it wasn't fair, how Gene could turn up any moment now, he was ready, he'd had enough, and his DCI was taking his own sweet time...* .. I-I thought y-you... wouldn't f-f-find me... ever... thought I'd... ... ... *he leaves the sentence unfinished, as if death still is a possibility, looming around the corner, waiting for him to drop his guard and seize him.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 1 2013, 09:05 PM Post #87 |
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*guilt rolls through Gene's heart, hearing that. He tried his best... It's pure luck that he even found Sam down there at all. He wants to apologise - say sorry to Sam for all those hours he made him wait. But that isn't going to help... What Sam needs now is the Gene Genie. The optimistic, confident, reassuring Guv. Not the terrified and exhausted Gene.* Thought you'd what? Kick the bucket? No such luck, I'm afraid. Turns out I'm not ready to get used to another whiny ponce yet. Call me lazy, but I like the DI I've already got, taa. |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 1 2013, 09:13 PM Post #88 |
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... *Sam seems to twitch - however, it is indeed a little huff of laughter. He regrets it immediately, as it awakens the pain in his shoulder again, but Gene's faked optimism still does the trick. Sam finds himself calming down, nestling further into the warmth, warmth that doesn't feel quite as distant and unreachable any more.* ... wouldn't... w-wouldn't wanna l-leave e-either... |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 1 2013, 09:23 PM Post #89 |
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Well good! 'Cos you still owe me a packet of salt and vinegar. *spurred on by Sam's tiny huff of laughter, Gene gives a more genuine grin, looking down at Sam for a moment before looking back up* You'll be gettin' me some Monster Munch and all, for this. Burning far too many calories, this is.... *breathes heavily* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 1 2013, 09:27 PM Post #90 |
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... w-won't kill you... *Sam falls silent, sinking down into the sensation of faint rocking as Gene continues to carry him. His thoughts drift off... back down into the hole... to the man... Sam's body goes rigid.* Guv, th-the... the c-corpse... those blokes... y-you've got to... p-people are in d-danger... *That is what caused this entire mess.... if he can't prevent the blag, or whatever else the men had been planning, all of this would have been for naught... that man would have died for naught... Sam doesn@t even consider the possibility that after this disaster, the men might be calling the whole thing off.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 1 2013, 09:38 PM Post #91 |
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*Gene frowns, now.* You can help me deal with that once you're up and about again, chewing my ear off. Okay? *It might not be the best idea to talk about business in the current situation, but he needs to keep Sam talking, and this is something Sam seems to /want/ to talk about.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 1 2013, 09:41 PM Post #92 |
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*huffs in slight distress* Y-you don't understand... they've p-planned it all... p-people will be killed... *here, Sam breaks off - the pain is becoming stronger again, and his sentence trails off into a groan. As much as he wants to tell Gene, make him understand, he just can't fight the pain any longer, he gives in to it, his face distorting with agony as his breath hitches* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 1 2013, 09:55 PM Post #93 |
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*okay, maybe this wasn't the best idea after all. Gene clings to Sam a but tighter and trudges on, attempting a subject change.* Sam, don't worry about it. I'll pass all the details on to Ray soon as you're in the hospital all nice and cosy like, bein' waited on by nice nurses in skimpy uniforms. We've got it, y'dont need to worry. Bet yer not lookin' forward to wearing one of them gowns though, are you. Then again, I could just see you as a secret bum-flasher! |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 1 2013, 10:07 PM Post #94 |
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*Sam, however, grimaces at those words.* Not... n-not Ray... *However, the strength to argue is leaving him fast, and he settles for breathing in the scent of Gene, to distract himself from the pain.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 1 2013, 10:22 PM Post #95 |
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*mutters* I'll tell 'im you said that. *finally spots the Cortina just up ahead, tyres sunken into the mud. Finally - he can get Sam some help. And driving is something he can do well. * Halle-bleedin'-lujah! Sam, the Cortina's just there.... *manages to stagger up to it, leaning heavily against the paintwork when he gets there. And slowly, carefully he starts to lower Sam a little, his knees and back clicking as he does* Ungh... Sam, think you could... Stand on yer one leg a sec...? |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 2 2013, 10:37 AM Post #96 |
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*Sam isn't prepared for the shifting, and so for a moment, he clings onto Gene with his good hand, panic rising in his chest. He's going to fall again, he... ... but then, Gene's words register in his brain, and he can feel the ground under his good leg, and so the death grip on Gene's arm becomes one to hold himself in position while he attempts to balance himself. A few seconds later, Sam is standing - somewhat. And still clinging to Gene for support. He's trembling all over, both from the cold and the exertion of actually standing upright.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 2 2013, 11:04 AM Post #97 |
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*Seeing Sam's difficulty, Gene quickly flings the Cortina door open and grabs onto Sam again* Here we go... Nice and easy does it.... *tries to support Sam whilst also guiding him into the back seats. The coat's on the floor now, caked in dirt, but luckily it's not the only blanket Gene's got...* There's that old rug thing in the boot, on top of the spare tyre. That'll warm you up a bit... |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 2 2013, 11:22 AM Post #98 |
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*There is a tiny part of his mind whispering to Sam that he, just like Gene's coat, is completely caked in dirt, and now he's lying down in the Cortina... Normally, Gene would skin him for that. Normally, he wouldn't let Sam anywhere near the Cortina in the first place. Which leads Sam to the question of why Gene hasn't radioed for an ambulance in the first place... But that is just a tiny part of his mind. The far far bigger part is occupied with the fact that finally, there's something other than mud under his head, and that the thing in his shoulder is becoming terribly uncomfortable again, and Sam squirms slightly on the seats, too distracted by the pain to register Gene's words* ... ugh... Gene, p-please, the... the thing, the... g-get it.... *his hand is at his shoulder again, grabbing feebly for the pole, missing it by centimetres* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 2 2013, 11:26 AM Post #99 |
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*grabs quickly at Sam's hand, stopping him from swiping at the pole any more. Damn, he's not going to be able to stop Sam from doing things like this if he's driving...* Sam, don't touch that, you hear me? It'll be out soon enough, I promise. *He reaches down to pick the coat up from the mud, bunching it into a pillow shape and trying to arrange it behind Sam's head, encouraging him to lie down across the seats* Now... If I let go of your hand, you're not gonna try and grab it, are you? |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 2 2013, 11:46 AM Post #100 |
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*Sam grimaces as he lies back, his head coming to rest on the coat. The pole shifts again, drawing a whine from Sam* H-hurts... i-it'll tear o-open, Gene, I c-can't...! *his hand twitches and squirms in Gene's grasp, but he is far too weak by now to offer any sort of fight* |
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