[003 + Video] DCI Gene Hunt

[alwaystheguv]

[Gene looks very half asleep and just a tiny bit confused because he knows something is probably going on but honestly? He can't be arsed to actually get up or anything. Hence why he's still sitting on the edge of his bed lazily despite a missing roommate.]I've lost a roommate, has anyone seen him? Short, annoying voice, dresses like a rent boy

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[couldbdangerous]

Did you check the closet?

[alwaystheguv]

[While you prat around, Genes finally up, brushing his teeth and getting changed into a suit. Because it was all he had to wear, he only really owned work clothes. whenever you like to arrive is fine, no rush but Gene is not going to look in the rec room. He could be... nah, he'd rather make you two do it while he watches lazily.]

[In Person] unless stated otherwise

[couldbdangerous]

[And there they are, the poofters, more or less on schedule and not a strawberry in sight.]

Well then. Here we are again. How very lovely.

[Which, naturally, is Sherlock's cue to squint at things. That's really the most he can do most of the time. They've got to get him a magnifying glass, because while his eyesight is really quite good, there's only so much he can discern without assistance. Still, much squinting there is -- at the doorjamb, doorknob, bookshelves, couch; anything that looks like it could do with a good, stern squint, really.]

No real signs of damage which would suggest that he left on his own -- though as you said, the problem of the door. I gather from your description of the man and our brief meeting that he's a bit... well, dull, but that's not precisely the word I'm after. No, rigid, I suppose. Set in his habits. Otherwise the door would hardly be of note, not peculiar among the absentminded but he didn't strike me as that, either.

[doctorsoldier]

[John's not the sort to go snooping around. He does watch Sherlock and he takes a small poke here or there at the single bed and the mattress on the floor -- which amuses him. And that's when he spots the scratches on the desk. Or rather, he feels them when he leans against it. That makes him frown.]

Sherlock? Oh--

[And sap?]

[alwaystheguv]

[Gene's all on his feet, dressed and really, now he's more awake he can't help but think this was a bad idea because now he just has some berk prancing around squinting at things. Like that's going t solve a case.]

He's a boring git with a stick lodged firmly up his arse, if that's what you're trying to say.

[Gene looks across the room and frowns somewhat. Sap and vines hanging from his ceiling. Logical answer? Crazy Spanish plant attack.]

Right, cheers for the help Hardy boys but I think I can guess, any chance you can direct me to the plant room... thing. Dome, was it? Fifty quid says its some mutant demon super powers Spanish plant.

[Anyone else getting the mental image of a flying cactus that shoots lasers and wears a sombrero? Cause that's exactly what Gene's thinking.]

[couldbdangerous]

Considering all rooms seem to be plant rooms at the moment, I think you're up for a rather more extensive search than you may initially have had in mind.

[He has a look at the scratches, running one fingertip over them thoughtfully before peering under the desk.]

In any case, if it's the Biodome you want, it's the Biodome you shall have. Next logical progression. Off we go.

[Sherlock isn't even going to bother with the Spanish thing. If the man wants to be thick it's his prerogative.]

[doctorsoldier]

Mutant-- Spanish--

[John shakes his head and slips out of the room between Gene and Sherlock. Once again, shortest man gets bookended! How annoying. He's even shorter than Sam Tyler, even with his hair all fluffed up like that.]

Right so--

[As they get closer to the cafeteria, John slows down. It's creepy. It looks like an underground temple, all covered in vines.]

Ominous..

[alwaystheguv]

Would you please stop talking like a textbook? Logical progression? Really? You know, when I was studying to be a copper, I used to bash blokes like you with their own books, trying and knock some sense into their poncy little heads.

[Guess how many enemies he made and how many threats to he expelled he got?]

Hate technical blokes. No point in it. Look where you are? Overgrown test lab come jungle in the middle of Spain. No one gives a flying fuck if you're smart.

[All Gene cares about is that you have a weapon... why didn't he have a weapon? He'd have to try and find something later, he must have something he could smash plants with. Heading along, he stepped cautiously over the vines and resisted the urge to stamp on them.]

If Sams been murdered by plants, where does he wake up after dyin'?

[couldbdangerous]

That would be why I never bothered to try to join the official force. It's nothing more than a breeding ground for nepotism and corruption of the sort which tends to attract brash, loudmouthed idiots who prattle on about intuition and gut feeling, but only because they can't walk into a bloody crime scene without trampling half the evidence in the process

[doctorsoldier]

[John's head kept moving back and forth between the two men. Something was wrong with them. Both of them. He kept wanting to tell them both to be nice. Oh God, another Kenzi. At least Gene wasn't the sort he'd ever want to sleep with!]

Sherlock...

[They need to focus on their mission here. Namely: to find the missing man. John decides just to go off ahead, forcing his way into the cafeteria.]

[alwaystheguv]

You take a lot of words to say nothing, you know? You could just say I'm an incompetent copper and a total prick. Its wrong but you could say it. Personally I always find insults pack more punch if you're blunt and quick about it. I didn't follow half of that nonsense, only that you clearly have a low opinion of coppers and yet somehow, I'm not that bent out of shape over it.

[All that for talking for a come back? Honestly, what happened to the days of calling someone a bastard?]

If you really didn't care that much, you'd brush insults off. You seemed thick skinned when we met. My fault, Misread you.

[Sherlock didn't respond to insults like Sam did, instead of flailing, getting annoyed, brushing it off and firing back some short nonsensical time travel remarked that was meant to offend Gene. Sherlock-- erm, well, he insulted like Gene imagined one of those oxford dicks would insult someone. Bloody posh gits.]

[couldbdangerous]

[Oh no, John isn't wandering off on his own again. It isn't happening. Of course, Sherlock's not going to let the subject drop, either. He's going to lag behind just enough to keep chattering, because that's what he does.]

I could, yes, but this is much more fun. Either you're responding because I've hit a nerve or you're arguing for its own sake -- in which case, if anything, we've something of an accord. Either way I can't see why I ought to stop.

[Though he will graciously put it all on hiatus to allow them to have a look around. No reason they can't argue while also doing what they set out to do. He quickens his pace to catch up to John, eyes darting over the scenery curiously.]

You know, I do believe it's rather an improvement, this.

[doctorsoldier]

We're missing a Harrison Jones type.

[John's grinning again, at least until he gets to the doors, the windows of which have been completely blocked out by black and green. The doors seem stuck too. John grunts as he pushes.]

Bit of help?

[alwaystheguv]

[Gene argues for the sake of arguing 90% of the time. And hell, he loves it when people argue back as well. Say whatever you will and no matter who it pisses off, Gene finds the whole back and forth amusing as hell.]

No one ever said you should stop, just trying to talk less like an encyclopaedia when you're sayin' stuff.

[Gene rather easily slams himself into the door and smacks it open, doing his shoulder in in the process but hell, he'd recover. Got to admit, not bad for someone getting on a bit.]

[couldbdangerous]

[Sherlock gives John his 'I've no idea what you're on about and I'm not sure I care to know' look before shrugging and peering through the door. Lots of plants. Lots and lots of plants.]

I suppose if you can't keep up I could simplify my speech patterns to accomodate, yes, but if you are capable of understanding then I hardly see why I should trouble myself.

Shall we?

[doctorsoldier]

[He's trying not to laugh again. John's really gotten exceptionally comfortable with the way that Sherlock tries to push buttons. Gene actually seems like the Lestrade sort. He can take Sherlock's insults without letting them get too personal. Funny. Both are ranking detectives, too.]

Yes we-- Oh God!

[John's quick when he has to be, despite being short and a little stocky. He jumps over a table covered in foliage and skids to a stop on the overly moist ground. There's blood. And a foot. John's moves into doctor mode as he finds Sam's body.]