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[this is Gene. he is rather comfortably buried under a haphazard pile of blankets, one leg flung off to the side as he sprawls out along the sheets, mumbling a little as he slowly wakes. it was a nice sleep, filled with happy dreams of bagging the baddies, not to mention some good old apologetic sex with the missus after the whole drunken episode the other day. though, really...was she always that rough? he didn't remember her biting...

but no matter! it is morning and the Guv is rested and content and happily turns over on the bed, placing an arm around his wife's waist to pull her closer or himself, it doesn't matter, nuzzling at the back of her neck before opening groggy eyes to see -- ]

WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS THIS?!

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[the Master continues to warily watch Gene - he won't be caught off guard, as he expects the man to most likely have some sort of gun in the room]

If the scratches on you are any indication and the fact that we're both completely nude, I'd say you're not the type to kick someone out of bed once you're done with them.

[the Master snorts]

Obviously, you can't say that anymore without lying.

[thanks, Master, Gene hadn't noticed said scratches. now he's just really pissed and shows it, stalking around the bedroom and throwing shit -- while looking for his gun] WE DID NOT BLOODY WELL SLEEP TOGETHER YOU PIECE OF SHIT! [calm down, Guv. that's it, calm down...] And you obviously don't know me very well, do you? I rather enjoy kicking the shit out of scum -- you included, you bleedin' div.

[ah-hah! gun! and Gene grabs it, turning to point it at the Master, grinning] Not to mention that whole trespassin' thing there, luv. I don't much like that, either. [and shoots! 'cause the details will sort themselves out later]

[he had been about to say something when the gun was fired - bullet tearing into one of his legs. good shot, Gene. smart as well, going for an area vital to movement

the Master lets out a terrible, loud hiss of pain before suddenly dropping into a fight/kill/attack mindframe - pupils widening until they're almost black

and in this he is much like an animal, despite the painful, bleeding leg, he moves as rapidly as he can on the bed, lunging to grab Gene and drag him down to the floor. the Master snarls all the while, growling and hissing like some sort of wildcat preparing to fight for it's life]

[cocky!Gene is cocky, smirking in that aggravating fashion of his as the shot meets its mark, tearing through the Master's leg. now the bastard couldn't move while Gene got dressed and went to get -- ohshit, yes he can move! and move very fast, for that matter, leaving Gene with no time whatsoever to defend, let alone fire another shot.

so he goes down, the Master clawing and hissing and spitting at him while the Guv does his best to keep said Master's teeth away from important jugular veins and the like, all the while trying to get a well-aimed punch to the head here, a kick there. he has long since lost his blanket]

[it's clear from the look on his face that there isn't even so much as a person in control - just an animal. he claws and he bites at whatever limb comes near him even as he is being hit on the head and kicked in various places

he hisses in Gene's face a few times when he isn't biting or yowling from various hurts

and of course, he's bleeding fairly bad from his leg (sometimes dual hearts can make such wounds worse, and he isn't even in a clear enough frame of mind to shut one off), so Gene is most likely getting fairly cold blood on him

as well the Master really should have found his trousers and put them on, because now it's basically two naked guys wrestling and fighting on the floor]

[the Master's cold blood is nothing compared to the black, sparkling blood oozing from Gene's own wounds -- blood he is very, very angry about, and damnit, why does it have to sparkle, Goddamn Twins, but it is still very, very cold blood and enough to get the Guv to try and scoot away. he'll say it's strategic, but really, we all know it's 'cause he's got a bit of a nip and is trying to get away.

not that he can, what with a feral Master on top of him, but he tries! here, Master, have another elbow to the face. if he punches enough, it's no longer wrestling and is more like horizontal boxing and boxing is sooooo not gay. Gene should know: he boxed in his youth]

GET OFF ME YOU BLOODY BASTARD!

[again he yowls from pain, and there's blood in it this time, blood that gets thrown about with each attempted bite and feline noise

the next hit disorientates him for a bit, he growls, but doesn't lash back - there's the loss of blood starting to kick in, not to mention the multiple blows to the head]

[seeing as the Master is highly disoriented, Gene gives one last hard elbow to the head, shoving against the Master with all his might to get him off, before scurrying back up against the bedroom door, groping for his gun and holding it up threateningly, this time pointed at the Master's chest]

I suggest you get the hell out of here now or I'm dragging you out in a bleedin' body bag.

[the Master remains where he is, bleeding, smeared with his own blood and some of Gene's, and just growls in response

he doesn't attack though, which is one thing. even if he did Gene would have blown him away - but there is enough sense or clarity of thought with the Master at the moment to recognize what is a weapon; or perhaps its simply him picking up on Gene's stance and scent]

[good, he's got the upper hand. now to just get the bleedin' mongrel out of his damn bedroom. so Gene stands, gun still pointed toward the Master, and begins to inch away from the door, loading the chamber for another shot. if this doesn't work, he's probably dead. again.

at any rate, when he thinks he's made enough room, the Guv fires off a single shot, right next to the Master, wincing at the thought of his wife's remarks when she sees he just shot their new shag carpet.] Get the hell out!

[the Master bolts as best as he can now, going straight for the door - though it isn't as fast as his initial lunge, and he's fairly disorientated on his feet to where it is a rather speedy stumble

he's out the door and awkwardly slams into a wall (for him, it wasn't really a wall so much as stone) and yowls before trying to hastily make the rest of the way out]

[and of course, Sam. Sam because it's all your fault and not his, and in retrospect, he will wish that he didn't hear the gunshots as he was going through the neigbourhood. But he did, and like any good nosy copper he ran to see the trouble. That it was coming from Gene's house was even more of a worry, especially when it appeared that Gene's missus wasn't home.

And so Sam Tyler bursts into the house and races down the hall to see--

Something he really, really wishes he hadn't seen. Words escape him entirely]

[Gene doesn't realise anyone has heard him firing shots because, well, he's Gene and he'd like to think people are used to him being a police officer, so firing a gun wouldn't exactly be new. so he doesn't think anything of it as the Master tears out of his bedroom, still naked, and he steps away from the wall to watch, gun in hand, also still very nude. and covered in blood. and, well...nude. that's a big thing.

unfortunately, as he steps in front of the door, he's greeted by the sight of Sam standing in the hall, slack-jawed and staring. and why wouldn't he, really? a naked Master just high-tailed it out of a bedroom with a naked Gene. who wouldn't gawk a the ~~gayness~~ ~~manliness~~ strangeness of it all?]

Tyler! What the bloody hell are you doing here?!

[he hisses at Sam's 'sudden' appearance and then bares his teeth at him - at the moment he's now relying heavily on that wall to keep him upright

were he in another frame of mind, he might've tried to just shove Sam out of the way, but at the moment, not really - goddamn you guys really]

[and so Sam voices the first coherent thought to come through the complete and utter confusion]

What's that glittering stuff?

[so now Gene is faced with two options: ignore the Master in order to punch Sam in the head for noticing the "blood" the twins have given him...or not punch Sam in the head to ensure the Master gets the hell outta Dodge. decisions, decisions. and why yes, he did pick up the Master's clothes, sometime during the ruckus, with the intent of tossing them out the window. if he tosses them to the Master now, however, it's gonna look like something it isn't, so the Guv just stands there, holding said trousers in an attempt to look like he wasn't just in a naked fight with his arch nemesis]

That's none of your Goddamn business, Tyler. Now get out! Both of you! Before I shoot both your arses!

[well, he would have left, Gene, if Sam hadn't blocked the way of his exit - after all, he is still in that animalistic mode and can't exactly say 'pardon me, my good sir, i need to collect my trousers from the other naked bloody man in this house and then leave, thank you'

so instead, he just continues to snarl at them both, maybe growl a bit, and lean against the wall. oh and he's getting blood all over your floor/carpet, Gene]]

[in a highly defensive move, Sam Tyler's mind has decided to focus on what it deems most important - in other words, it's doing its best not to inform its owner that the Master and Gene are naked]

Is that blood? [moves to go help Gene, but there happens to be a Master in his way, as well, so he stops] What did - you got in a fight with him? Over what, which trousers belonged to who? [ahh, no, getting too close to thinking about things he doesn't want to think about!]

[if Gene's mind knew your mind was trying to shield itself from thinking of him and the Master being naked, he'd hug you. as it is, he doesn't, and Sam's questions does not make him feel any better about the situation. so here: have a gun pointed in your general direction]

Don't you bloody well start with me, Tyler. I don't give a damn about his fucking trousers, I want him out of my house! The Goddamn faerie broke in last night and when I found him, I kicked his ass. Now I suggest you get out before I shoot you, too!

[the Master immediately growls, rather loudly, at Gene - as if he were at very much saying it were a lie; he winces, and a for a few moments does get a few words out (good job, Master, now just fully get out of that animalistic state so you can take your trousers and leave)]

Didn't... bloody break in.

[then he just sort of hisses at the two of them]

[watch - Sam's brain is beginning to function again. It's decided to completely disregard the possibility of the Master and Gene shagging (because that's just WRONG) and yet also questions the plausibility of the Master breaking in. Oh, and Gene? He doesn't believe for a second that you'd shoot him.

Wait a minute! What's this? Is Sam... taking control of the situation?]

Right, then. The Master needs his clothes back. Then he can get out of here. [looks over at the Master] You have someone to take care of that bullet wound, right? [indeed, Sam has managed to dissassociate himself from the situation so well that he can bring himself to slip past the naked!Master and step into Gene's room, moving to take the Master's clothes and give them back to him]

[Gene hates it when you take control, Sam, and shows it by rather pissily throwing the Master's trousers into the hall, aiming at the Time Lord's head for one last good smack with the fabric, since he can't hit him with his fist.] Don't bloody touch me, Tyler. [crosses his arms, glaring] And I hope he bleeds to death, the piece of shit. Breaking in or not, he was still in my Goddamn bedroom [notices how he fails to specify bed] and he needs to bloody well get out of my house before I shoot him again.

And you, Tyler. [have a hearty glare] What the hell do you think you're doing, barging in uninvited?

[he does, indeed, get hit with them, but catches them afterwards in a sort of clumsy way; of course he doesn't put them on there, he's not going to stay any longer than necessary, and Sam is now out of the way

he manages a few more words, none directed towards Gene this time because Gene is still the man with the gun and thus still the biggest threat]

I don't know, Mr. Tyler.

[after saying that, he begins to weakly hobble off, using the wall for support]

If you don't, there are enough medics on the astral level that someone should be able to help.

[and that's all the aid he's going to give to the murderer of his friend. His very naked friend, but that's not the point]

[Gene, you get Sam sending you a Look, because now that his mind has decided that Gene and the Master Definitely Weren't Doing Anything, that leaves Sam free to mock Gene relentlessly over it] I heard a gunshot from your house. I hadn't known that gunfights are your version of foreplay. Really have to question your taste there, Guv, didn't realise you-

[ooc; I use my discretion in ending the sentence there, as I have a feeling that Sam's not going to get to finish it]

Edited 2008-01-31 21:04 (UTC)

[and you would be correct, because Gene just punched Sam in the face. hard. he may or may not have used the handle of his gun in the process] Don't you bloody start, Tyler, or I will kick out your teeth and then shoot you. I'm not a Goddamn poof and I sure as hell want nothing to do with that bloody div! Now I suggest you shut it before I make you, Gladys.

[notes the Master dragging himself down his hall] I expect you to pay for that carpet you lousy piece of shit! And if I ever see you again I'll fucking kill you!

[and the Master doesn't say anything in reply, he just gets the hell outta there]

[Sam, however, cannot 'get the hell out of here' because that was his face hit by the Guv's sizable fist, backed up by the handle of his gun, and now he's dizzy and his nose is bleeding and he really hopes he didn't hear a cracking noise. Sam is just going to sit down here now, covering his face with his hands and, in a somewhat silly move, making sure that none of the blood gets on his sleeves or on the floor]

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