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Post by Sam Tyler on Sept 20, 2007 18:50:46 GMT
Right... some good ol' slashy slash :3 HUNT/TYLA
Wiping his nose on his sleeve, Sam stared, disgusted, at the dead woman in front of him. Her eyes were yellow, bulging, blotchey. It made him sick just looking at her face- another overdose victim. They had no idea what they were getting themselves into.
His foot crashed into the back wall in annoyance. He wasn't even bloody there when she came in, he was at home with almost the same symptoms as that poor girl. At the Railway Arms, sorting out bust ups. It wouldn't have been so bad, but the Guv had even rung his phone. Expecting it to be some rant about the fact that Sam had taken a sicky for two days, and having one of the worst headaches known to man, he'd slammed the phone down.
Every step sounded like a far off heartbeat, as if that corpse was still alive- calling out into some far away corner of his imagination. Sam shook his head, clearing the supernatural thoughts, rubbing the side of his head. The scars hadn't gone, neither had the bruises, but the Guv was so incompetent he'd never notice. He probably wouldn't even noticing the huge red marks along the victim's arms...
"Wait a second!" He cried, grabbing the woman's arm violently, almost ripping it from its' socket. "I know those markings!"
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Lol, just something to start yas ooooff :3 Hope tis' alright!
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Post by The Gene Genie on Sept 21, 2007 19:49:32 GMT
I know this should really be in CID office, but I just put it here to indicate that it’s following on from your bit. Anyways you can move it if it shouldn’t be here! Sorry I haven’t done well at all with this bit, just had to lead up to Gene coming and finding Sammeh in teh morgueness!
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Standing outside the grungy door leading into Lost and Found, Gene paused for a moment, burying his head in his hands.
This is not a good day at all.
His eyelids drooped and weighed him down like a sack of spuds. He recomposed himself and swung the door open, clinging to the door as it bashed against the wall behind. Gene peered in to be welcomed by the sight of the metal framework and masses of files.
Not in here. If not here, then where?
He slammed the door, then spun on his heels and stomped gallantly towards double doors, behind which was the main CID office, as dead as it would be if everyone was down the pub. For once, Gene had no idea where his officers were. The loneliness and solitude confused Gene to the point of his forehead crumpling and his eyebrows furrowing.
They never usually leave me alone like this.
He stopped dead in his tracks when he heard the distinct clomping of heels on the linoleum floor trudging towards him. Not looking to see whom they belonged to, Gene struggled to peek through the frosted glass in the double doors.
“What’s the matter, Guv? Can’t find your collection of severed heads?” A familiar female voice questioned.
“Phyllis,” Gene acknowledged her, still refusing to turn around, just gazing through the glass with difficulty.
“They’ve found a new hideout, Guv, they’re all down the morgue,” Phyllis stated. With that, Gene slowly rotated to see a typically worn-out Phyllis clutching an armful of brown folders breaking at the seams with paperwork.
“Bastards,” Gene huffed, stared at his feet for a second, then began plodding towards the end of the corridor through the bleak corridor.
“Not talkative today, Guv? Don’t tell me, you’ve got the flu too,” Phyllis raised her eyebrows as she watched Gene stomp past her with his head held low.
“Just get on with your spring cleaning, love, there’s a good skirt.”
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Hope that doesn’t interfere with your bit at all :/ I’m not doing very well at the moment, I think I need to read some more Sam/Gene slashfic to get me more in the mood for RP. Anyways hope I’ve done alright =]
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Post by Sam Tyler on Sept 22, 2007 12:36:11 GMT
DUNN' PUT YERSELF DOWN D: You're an awesome Rp-r, and I feel so special to be Rpin' with you :3 I luff yer Gene Genie *kisses him*
Oh shite... my turn ;0; I'm listening to real emo songs, so expect some EMONESS D: *lawls at My Chem
He almost felt sorry for the woman- clutching at her arm, his face inches away from her flesh, the stench of which made his nose wrinkle. He'd never really been a fan of dead people. Sketched along her arm, tattoos, scars, blood, but the thing that stood out to him most was a small circle, in which was an S shape.
"Serpents..." He managed to splutter, before his knees gave way and he fell to the floor, tears building behind his eyes.
The Serpents- a 2005 gang. The most ruthless band of killers in Manchester- familes and cops alike, anyone that dared to cross their path. An old girlfriend, ages ago, happened to arrest one of their leaders; after a long shift she left the station and was abducted.
"They never found her body.... just her arm.... with that marking...." Sam repeated to himself, wiping his eyes. He'd been so distraught at the time he'd threatened to jump from the top of a multi storey car park.
"Not this time..."
OMFG HOW CRAP WAS THA'?!?! Lol, can you guess I made that all up on the spot lmfao?! D:
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Post by The Gene Genie on Sept 22, 2007 14:37:42 GMT
OMG *faints* YOU'RE SOOO GOOD AT THIS!!!!!!!!!! I would never have thought of that, I thought you would've spent a while thinking that up, cos that's faberlous!! Keep it up Sammeh! *highfives* Now for me to bugger it up in reply :/
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Stumbling through the door of the morgue, Gene's weary eyes could faintly make out the pattern of familar green and black tiles on the walls of the morgue. Nearly tripping over himself, he aimed for the wall, grasped it and pulled himself up straight.
Not a good time to hang around dead people. Might make 'em jealous of the booze.
He squinted hard to catch a glimpse of a dark figure crouching beside the slab in the centre of the room.
"Oi, Sam, that you?" he called out. With no reply, he decided to trudge slowly and steadily over to the slab.
"Been looking all over for you, you arsehole. Prefer the corpses to your DCI, do you?"
Reaching the centre of the room, he looked down at the ball of leather curled on the floor. Gene crouched down beside him.
"Jesus, Sam, what's happened?"
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Sorry, bit soppy for Geneh but he has to be emotional every once in a while! Doesn't help that I'm listening to Funeral For A Friend XD
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Post by Sam Tyler on Sept 22, 2007 18:13:44 GMT
Aww they're so cute together *huggles them both* I JUST CAN'T WAIT TO GET DOAWN TO THE DIRTY STUFFS *badmouthed* Naw, poor Genie! D:His eyes shot open. He hadn't realised Gene had entered until it was too late. Sam jumped up, and smiled through the tears that were almost certainly streaming down his face. He laughed falsely, covering up his miserable demeanor. "I'm fine Guv," he tried to make up an excuse for crouching down. "Thought I dropped a... pencil under there." He shrugged. "Guess I didn't!" Smiling almost too warmly, Sam turned again to the dead woman. Now he thought about it, it even looked like his ex-girlfriend. His hand nearly shot to his mouth at the thought, and he could feel his gut lurch. "I f-found some markings on her arm. Including that..." He pointed at the small circle. "The ruthless gang, the Serpents." Sam could tell that the name hadn't sunk in, they were probably just getting started on their spree of violent murders, just learning the tricks of the trade and starting off with people that got in their way. "It was for fun, I s'pose." OMG ;0; That were so rubbish! How you can do better than me lol [what am I talking 'bout?! 'Course you can!!! ]
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Post by The Gene Genie on Sept 23, 2007 14:52:00 GMT
Lols I guess it's time for some nitty-gritty Dorothy-ness nao!
"For fun, Dorothy? Oh I see, as opposed to those planned-for-years-in-advance murders of innocent girls with not a black mark to their record." Gene folded his arms and looked the girl up and down for any signs of a struggle, but it seems his mind wasn't concentrating much on the body, rather on why Sam's eyes were welling up with floods of tears. "Besides, there's no serpents round 'ere, probably escaped from Salford zoo."
What am I doing? This isn't the time for jokes. My DI's obviously been crying his eyes out because of something.
I'm a detective, I should already know why he's crying. But Sam's a hard book to read, one of those Hyde books that I never got around to reading.
It's true what they say, you can't judge a book by it's cover. For all I know, Sam could be the opposite of what I'm seeing standing beside me - a toughened-up ugly bastard.
But for now, I've got to settle with the sensitive, yet attractive DI I've got here.
"Did you know 'er?" his voice softened as he attempted not to touch on a sensitive subject with Sam.
Sorry, that was all Genie-thought-train rather than talking, just thought I'd leave it open for you to do some emoSam bits, like you always do best! Hope I've done alright for yous =]
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Post by Sam Tyler on Sept 23, 2007 15:54:07 GMT
YAY! emoSammeh bits are teh best Thanks matey :3 *hugs you* Aw, bless 'im, teh Gene Genie's in great hands with you :3"Yeah Guv, that's exactly what I meant..." He bit his lip to force back a sob. God, if Gene knew that he was crying, he'd be deemed an even bigger poof than he already was. "Doesn't look like any signs of a struggle, and... where was it again she was found? In the river?" Just to make sure his legs were still working, he wandered around her body, making careful observations, as if he was just him normal, anal self. "She's obviously had an overdose, probably forced into her mouth as her nose is bloody." Something he hadn't picked up earlier. Sam raised his head to look at Gene, his eyes still prickling, his lip still quivering. "No, I've never seen her before in my life..." He swallowed and stared at the ceiling, no longer able to look Hunt in the eye. "Just looks like someone I know, that's all..." He could feel the tears in his eyes again as he stared back down at the woman. If he couldn't handle the case, he should probably just leave. He turned on his heels and went, wiping his eyes on his jacket as he went. I wasn't sure whether Sam should storm out or not... have a bit of Annie advice... I mean, if you don't like it, then... Tell me and i'll change it!
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Post by The Gene Genie on Sept 24, 2007 14:10:29 GMT
OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!! ALL MY POST IS GONE!! Soo sorry if I write this all out wrong again, I dunno how but all my writings gone Damn my internet Gene stared down at his off-white loafers nervously, then instinctively followed his DI's black Cuban heels as they slid across the grimey morgue floor. "Sam," he called after him, "I'll be right here if you need me." Gene fumbled with his arms awkwardly, eventually settling them in the deep pockets of his tan-coloured greatcoat. He turned back around to face the pale corpse of the girl, trying to stare into the void of her auburn eyes to see what was last on her mind before she met her end. He raised her limp arm towards him and bent down in attempt to see the markings that Sam assumed were the trademark of "The Serpents Gang". It's no use. I can't get him off my mind now. I can't just leave my DI bursting into tears, not again. I've stood back and watched from a distance too many times.
But how could I explain to him that I want to help him through whatever he's suffering? I couldn't easily explain how his gut-instinct, fierce DCI turned into a nancy fairy overnight.
Surely Annie would help him out. Surely.- Thank God, it came out alright. I hope this fits in alright, I'm just trying to stay out of it a bit because you do such good EmoSammeh I don't want to interfere! I can really imagine every single word you write for Sammeh, I really can see him saying everything you write, proves how fantabulous you are Sammeh-boy! Don't worry, the walking out bit's fine, you shouldn't be worrying abotu what I think anyway, tis RP after all, just go with the flooooow! (how cheesy was that?!) XD
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Post by Sam Tyler on Sept 24, 2007 15:27:59 GMT
I love it Lawl, you do such a good Gene, all carey for teh Sammage Naw, I'm scared now... the last thing I saw teh simmge in was the lakes last night... and I'm just hoping I wont write like him!
I'll do a bit of Annie in this too :3The bathrooms took yet another beating as Sam smashed his head into the wall. Too hard almost, as a small trail of blood seeped from his hair. "Dammit," he growled. It wasn't like him to get so emotional about a case, heck, he wasn't even this bad when they arrested Leslie Roy, Maya's mum. He turned his head, half expecting Ray to waltz in and accuse him of some disgusting deed. The only deed he was doing was trying to brush the blood from his forehead, and not succeeding. He needed to talk to someone, anyone, but not from here. Someone from the 21st century preferably. He stormed from the bathroom, shoving his hands in his pockets, his eyes still puffy from the incident earlier. There was hardly anyone in the corridors, they were all out on the beat or stuck in the lost and found interviewing crack heads. But then appeared the one person that he really didn't want to see at that moment. Annie greeted him, and ofcourse, asked what was wrong with him; "Was it the Guv? Did he do something to you?" "No, it's nothing, I'm fine," Sam moaned, shrugging Annie's sympathetic hand off. "I've got to get back to..." His mind went a blank, something was nagging at the back of his mind. Maybe it was the first lead they could use. Without warning, he sped off along the corridor, his troubles almost left behind. LMFAO! How cheesy was that last sentence?! Haha, that's not like Sam what-so-ever... I was right, I have turned him into Danny .0.
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Post by The Gene Genie on Sept 24, 2007 16:23:11 GMT
Lol I hope this all goes to your plans because your plans are teh smexiness and I cannot waitsss! But we have soo much writing to go til then... *knuckles down and types like nutter*
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Gene stood looming over the girl's body in the morgue, not as puzzled as he normally would be over a murder like this. His mind was wandering, too busy worrying about his officers. DI Tyler to be exact.
Why had he wandered off in the first place?
Not gone off for a quickie with the plonk in the back seat of my car?!
Gene nearly sprinted to the door, but before he'd taken two lengthy strides to the entrance, he realized that he'd locked the car and he had the keys, right in his pocket which he had been nervously jangling for the past five pain-stakingly long two minutes.
He should be back by now. He doesn't normally leave me like this. He's normally too scared to leave me like this.
Suddenly, the crash of double doors swinging violently into walls alerted Gene, his ears pricking up to the sounds that he normally made when he entered a room with doors big enough to slam.
Annie wouldn't slam doors like that. So who would?
Sam.
Gene span on his heels and sprinted to the door, slowing down to pull it towards him and speed through. His blonde hair flowing behind him, Gene grimaced as he couldn't run as fast as he had hoped.
He turned a corner and saw a dark figure sprinting through the blinding sunlight from outside the main entrance doors.
What's he running from? Where's he going? The bastard. He's gonna hurt himself, and I don't think it'll be accidental.
Gene hadn't been prepared for running after him. He stopped halfway down the stretch of dank corridor, puffing heavily and pressing a firm hand against his chest in agony.
Stuffing a hand into his inside jacket pocket and retrieving a portable police radio, Gene panted in desperation.
"Phyllis," Gene struggled to pronounce her name.
Damn complicated skirt's names. Try saying it when you're drunk...
"It's Alpha One to you, Guv," came the reply.
"Shut up Phyllis and get me DS Carling, NOW!"
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Hope you likes =]
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Post by Sam Tyler on Sept 24, 2007 16:48:07 GMT
Lawl, brilliant stuff Oh, how I do love Rp-in' with you mah matey Sam didn't have time to borrow a car, and as he sped across the station forecourt he just imagined the massive breakthrough he might have just made. It was the gang leader who had killed his ex-girlfriend, and his father was just as bad when he was alive. He sped through the lanes leading onto that road. That one road where her body was found. Sam shook his head clearing his thoughts. All this stuff was so bad for his health. - "Hello Mr Moss," Sam grumbled, reaching for his badge. "I need to talk to you about a murder." "I never killed no one!" He denied, folding his arms and denying Sam entrance. "I were here, the whole day.... whenever this person were killed." Sam sighed, easily pushing past the man into his rather grubby, small home. "I didn't say you did kill anyone, I just want a chat." He eyed him up and down before sitting on what he assumed to be a sofa. "Have you ever heard of a gang called 'The Serpents'?" He asked, knowing what the answer would be. "No. Why, why would I have known 'em?" It was all just too painful and extremely false. Sam blood began to boil just thinking about what he had done to that poor woman. "Where were you between 12 and 3 yesterday morning?" The man stuttered, obviously making up some excuse in his head. "I were here..." he replied after a short while. "And can anyone clarify that?" Sam replied cooly. He couldn't let a major suspect just slip away. "N-No.... no one else were 'ere." His eyes seemed to buldge at the idea that he might be lying. "Now, if that's all officer, then I think you'd bette' leave." He stood up, beckoning for Sam to leave. He rose with the upmost contempt, not able to look him in the eye. Then, suddenly, the anger was too much, Sam's hands rose before his brain realised what he'd done. With his hands around the man's throat, Sam growled the question back at him. "Where. Were. You. Between. 12. And. 3?" Moss could harldy breathe, he didn't imagine that someone so small could have such a tight grip. Well... he was a copper after all. "H-Here..." He managed to splutter before Sam thrust his hands forward one last time and swept out of the door. My god, that's long .0. sorry 'bout that .0. I hope it's okay... Sam's coming back D:!
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Post by The Gene Genie on Sept 25, 2007 17:25:24 GMT
Okay here goes, I'll try not to interfere with anything that you've made because you're brilliant at writing and I'm just a little limpet, sort of following on behind yeh XD
Ray slid swiftly through the door of the morgue, while chewing his back teeth pensively.
Trudging over to Gene in the centre of the room, Ray scuffed his feet to a halt, looking the body of the girl up and down.
"You recognise her?" Gene mumbled, not bothering to look up to Ray as he spoke.
"Nope, guv," came the reply.
With that, Gene raised the girl's lifeless arm to Ray, his index finger pointing at the intricate scars. "Recognise this?"
"Nope, guv."
"Not the trademark of any gang you might know of?" Gene pressed.
"Nope, guv."
"Knew he was making it up," Gene dropped the corpse's arm back to her side. "Bit conversationless today, Ray? Got a cold or something?"
"Nope, guv," Ray grumbled, stuffing a thin cigarette into the corner of his mouth while still chewing.
"What then?"
"You woke me up, guv."
Finally looking up to Ray, his forehead crumpled, Gene smiled broadly and sarcastically, "oh, my sincere apologies DS Ray Carling, maybe I should reduce your wage packet as a full apology."
Ray hung his head away from Gene's stare, putting a stop to his chewing.
"Have you noticed anything wrong with DI Tyler this mornin'?"
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Sorry this was wayyy too long, I shouldn't be writing too much cos I've not got a lot for the Geneh to do while Sam investigates stuffs, so you go ahead =] Keep up the fantabulous work, Sammeh-boy!
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Post by Sam Tyler on Sept 26, 2007 16:01:40 GMT
Naw, sorry I didn't reply yesterday .0. I didn't get time lol *bleeds* D: You do whatever you want :3 I dunn' mind, you're a brill RP'r! Grumbling, Sam pushed the doors of Gene's office open, expecting the normal stench of smoke to hit him in the face... but it didn't. "Guv?" Sam asked, sniffing the air for any signs of the vile smell. He had to be around here somwhere, and as Sam skittered around the desk he wondered just exactly what the Guv might be thinking of him. Well I did just walk out on the girl didn't I... Sam thought and mentally shrugged. He didn't really care, the Guv would probably just call him a poof and be done with it. He wandered around the office trying to make sense of everything going on inside his mind. He felt like he was doing 100 on a motorway with no brakes, the ideas just whizzing around in his head. Sam leant against Gene's cabinet to steady himself, but as he did something fell of the other side. "Shit!" Sam cried, falling to all fours and peering through the crack in between the two cabinets in search for the fallen object. In faliure to see it, Sam carefully rolled up the sleeve on his prized leather jacket and reached between the cobwebs to find the mystery item. "Aw where the hell are you, are you gonna mess up my day just by falling down the side of- right, thankyou..." Sam straightened up, the object in his hand, for the first time that day smiling. Maybe talking to an inanimate object helped? But as he saw what he was holding in his hand, his face dropped and so did it, crashing into the floor as Sam edged away towards the door. lol, nooo man you write as much as you want Maybe Sam could run into gene or... something lawl Anywayz, have funs
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Post by The Gene Genie on Sept 26, 2007 18:47:59 GMT
OMG clumsy!Sammeh XD Keep up the fantabulous work luvveh =] YOU ROCK!
Gene frowned while awaiting an answer from Ray, who was stood silent and ignoring the question. "I asked you a question," Gene growled, closing in on Ray.
"I don't waste my time checking on DI Tyler's mental health, we all know he's a nutjob," Ray's forehead crumpled with anger as he spoke. Gene's mind began to wander from the conversation as to why and where Sam had ran off to.
"F... f... forget it, I'm off to find Sam," Ray shrugged as Gene stomped over to the door, swinging it wide open so much that it slammed into the wall behind.
His hair following closely behind him, Gene sprinted down the corridor with a grimace spread across his face. Passing corridors, he slowed to look down them for any sign of his leather-clad associate. Reaching the end of the corridor, he yanked the police radio from his pocket and jammed it to his mouth.
"Phyllis, where the hell's DI Tyler?!" he bellowed into the speaker.
"No idea, guv, he didn't take a radio wi' him," the grainy reply came.
"Shit."
Suddenly an alarm bell rang in Gene's overflowing mind.
Beer o'clock.
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Hope I've not interfered with Sammeh's intelligent plans, I'm just filling in gaps until we get to the slasheh XD
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Post by Sam Tyler on Sept 27, 2007 18:00:10 GMT
Lol, i just laughed I'm so happeh I cannae wait for teh slashehness... dammit, now I've gotta think up what he's found... *stares at what's on her desk* Lol, i dunn' think Sam can find the Life on Mars soundtrack, d'you?! D:Sam picked up the object and it felt like a lifetime ago since he saw one last. His iPod, still playing Life on Mars was sitting there, almost untouched, in perfect condition. It lay on the floor with so much meanace, he was amazed that such a little thing could cause so much panic in his mind. "H-How the hell did it get here?!" He chocked, holding onto the door with so much force it was a wonder it didn't brake off of its' hinges. "And why does Gene have it in his office?" Sam's mind couldn't take any of it. It seemed everything today was just out to confuse him, and as he pelted down the stairs of the station, past unexpected plods, sending them flying to all side, he wondered what more 'fun' surprises were in store. He didn't think his mind could take anymore. As he ran out of the front doors of the station and down the stairs, his brain only registered one thought. Pub. OMG! That's terrible .0. I'm sorry! I had loads of hmk tonight [lawl, painting mah Chris O'Dowd for art and mah english essay] And I've only just been allowed on and now I have to go... it's nearing the slashy tym
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