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Characters: Gene Hunt (possessed), Annie Cartwright
Rating: R. NC-17 LIKE YOU ARE SO SURPRISED.
Time Period: Modern
Location: Somewhere in the castle.
Relative Date: Shortly after the beginning of the demon plot
Status: Closed.
Gene was in a surprisingly good mood when he woke up, humming in the shower and as he dressed. He felt better than he had since arriving in this bloody place - more alive. A strange tingling sensation ran along his every nerve, electrifying him. He settled his gun into its holster, smiling a bit as he ran his fingers along the barrel. There'd been talk of taking guns away from coppers - a load of bollocks, in his opinion. If the trash he had to fight was armed, going into battle with nothing but a baton was asking for it. Bloody scum needed to be taken down any way possible.
He cracked his knuckles and shrugged into his coat. His gut told him that there was work to be done here, criminals to be taken down. The castle was his turf for now, and there were people to protect. No time to wait for his team - the Gene Genie had more experience than the lot of them put together, and he was more than capable of doing it himself, with only the sidearm at his hip. He felt....powerful. Like the angry fist of God.
Gene strode through the corridors of the castle, exuding power and wrath, resembling the lion of his nickname. Nobody worth a damn would ever cross the Manc Lion - and nobody had done it and survived.
Rating: R. NC-17 LIKE YOU ARE SO SURPRISED.
Time Period: Modern
Location: Somewhere in the castle.
Relative Date: Shortly after the beginning of the demon plot
Status: Closed.
Gene was in a surprisingly good mood when he woke up, humming in the shower and as he dressed. He felt better than he had since arriving in this bloody place - more alive. A strange tingling sensation ran along his every nerve, electrifying him. He settled his gun into its holster, smiling a bit as he ran his fingers along the barrel. There'd been talk of taking guns away from coppers - a load of bollocks, in his opinion. If the trash he had to fight was armed, going into battle with nothing but a baton was asking for it. Bloody scum needed to be taken down any way possible.
He cracked his knuckles and shrugged into his coat. His gut told him that there was work to be done here, criminals to be taken down. The castle was his turf for now, and there were people to protect. No time to wait for his team - the Gene Genie had more experience than the lot of them put together, and he was more than capable of doing it himself, with only the sidearm at his hip. He felt....powerful. Like the angry fist of God.
Gene strode through the corridors of the castle, exuding power and wrath, resembling the lion of his nickname. Nobody worth a damn would ever cross the Manc Lion - and nobody had done it and survived.