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  <title>Always Trust The Gene Genie</title>
  <subtitle>Un-Bloody-Breakable</subtitle>
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    <name>DCI Gene Hunt</name>
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  <updated>2012-10-19T22:56:01Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:unbreakablelion:5209</id>
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    <title>Application for mandalus</title>
    <published>2012-10-19T22:56:01Z</published>
    <updated>2012-10-19T22:56:01Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">→ &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PLAYER INFORMATION;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name:&lt;/b&gt; Kristina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Personal Journal:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="darkranger" lj:user="darkranger" &gt;&lt;a href="https://darkranger.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://darkranger.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;darkranger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Contact:&lt;/b&gt; AIM: Gunblade Dancer; Plurk: raynebowranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Timezone:&lt;/b&gt; GMT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Characters:&lt;/b&gt; N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHARACTER INFORMATION;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Character Name:&lt;/b&gt; Gene Hunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Character Journal:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="unbreakablelion" lj:user="unbreakablelion" &gt;&lt;a href="https://unbreakablelion.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://unbreakablelion.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;unbreakablelion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Canon:&lt;/b&gt; Life on Mars/Ashes to Ashes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Canon Point:&lt;/b&gt; Post Ashes 3.08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Canon Building:&lt;/b&gt; Gene isn’t bringing a building, instead he’s bringing his car - a red Audi Quattro. Gene’s car is his most prized possession – or at least one of them. His gun and his cowboy boots are pretty important too. But his car is a sign of power and sexual prowess. He is loathed to let anyone else touch his car, much less drive it. He has been quoted as saying ‘This car's more a part of me than my own ball-sac’ and ‘nobody but me drives my bloody car’. It’s a constant in his life. Much like the Cortina was a constant for him in 1970s Manchester, the Quattro embodies his life in 1980s London. It’s the first thing that Alex sees when she meets Gene, and it plagues her dreams when she supposedly returns home. In Gene’s weakest moment, when he’s facing defeat Alex reminds him of the day they met – ‘And there was this car… and those boots… and you. Gene Hunt’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;History:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://unbreakablelion.livejournal.com/872.html" target="_blank"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Personality:&lt;/b&gt; Gene Hunt is an old school copper in a changing world. His views and his methods are outdated, but he is reluctant change to the new ways – although through Sam and Alex he does begin to accept these changes – but he still relies heavily on his own ways. He is scared of change although he won't admit it out-right for fear of sounding poncy. Instead he often finds himself questioning whether there is room for people like him on the police force – of course, he usually forgets about his worries quite quickly when his tried and tested methods save the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a borderline alcoholic, chain-smoking, sexist, racist, homophobic pig with an unhealthy obsession with male bonding, who says whatever he thinks, whenever he thinks it without giving a damn about whether or not he is being politically correct. He has an arrogance about him and believes in intuition and gut feeling. He is quick-witted, sharp-tongued and always ready with an insult or two. He is loud, brash and down-right abusive at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gene has an obsession with Westerns. He sees himself as the sheriff, yet a deputy to the law. And every sheriff needs good, honest, trustworthy deputies. He despises corruption. He used to take backhanders and he hated himself for it. It ate him up inside until Sam gave him the courage to do something about it. And when Chris found himself on the wrong side of right and mixed up in corruption, it just about broke Gene's heart. Gene considers himself one of the good guys, even if it means getting his hands dirty occasionally. He once told Alex "You give me the tools and I will do the job, but do not watch me work because it is not for the faint-hearted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes enemies easily but friends less so. He has plenty of work colleagues and acquaintances but it takes a lot for him to really open up to anyone to be considered a real friend. He had a love-hate relationship with both Sam Tyler and Alex Drake, both of them drove him insane and fought him tooth and nail, but ultimately they were two of the closest friends he ever had. Ray Carling, while not as close to him as Sam or Alex was definitely one of the people he trusted most in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under a very rough exterior, Gene actually has a big heart. He is like a father figure to his team, taking them under his wing and protecting them. This is especially apparent with the younger members of the team like Shaz and Chris. As the truth about Gene is revealed, it becomes clear that this father role is bigger than people imagined. He is not just protecting these people; he is helping them find peace and the strength to move on from the trauma that brought them to him in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Imported Character History:&lt;/b&gt; N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Powers/Abilities:&lt;/b&gt; Extreme driving. Fantastic with firearms and fist fighting. Oh, and he guides lost spirits to their eternal rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SAMPLES;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;First Person Sample:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://hewaitsdreaming.livejournal.com/62329.html" target="_blank"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Third Person Sample:&lt;/b&gt; Great. Bloody wonderful. Thanks to a botched sting operation that had left one police officer dead and another badly injured, Gene now had the Discipline and Complaints Department breathing down his neck again. Unkept arrest sheets, a lack of audio cassettes from interviews and a general shoddy workmanship regarding paperwork also showed CID in a bad light. Despite numerous warnings, Gene still firmly believed that paperwork was a waste of police time and if they wanted paperwork doing they should hire secretaries - preferably ones with skirts up to their arse and low cut blouses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gene had been sat in his office, smoking a cigarette and toying with his – the real his – collar number, brushing a gloved thumb over the chromed numbers. He threw it into the top drawer of his desk, locking it, before crushing the cigarette out, pushing himself to his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He opened the door to his office, stepping out into CID's main room to address his team. "Right, ladies. Listen up. Some tart from D&amp;C is coming to check up on us, so I want you all on your best behaviour, got it?" His current team was a far cry from the team he had come to love and care for, but they weren’t a bad bunch. They did their job, they obeyed his orders. Yet it just didn’t have the same feel in this room any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He threw his car keys at one of the men. "You. Go polish the Quattro. If you so much as scratch it I'll shove your head so far up your arse you'll be able to lick your tonsils." He turned his attention to another member of the team. "You, put some procedural posters or somethin' up. Make the place look pretty. Spray some of that air freshener about too. Birds love that kinda floral crap." He folded his arms across his chest, leaning against one of the desks. "I want your arrest sheets on my desk by dinner time. If you can't remember all the details, make it up. She'll be itching for any reason to shut us down. Don’t give her any reason. Don't let me down."</content>
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    <title>♠ for wentbackto1973</title>
    <published>2012-10-15T13:10:19Z</published>
    <updated>2012-10-15T13:10:19Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Gene had been working an undercover sting operation alone. It had been going well. He was so close to catching the bastard scum but somehow everything had gone wrong. A high speed pursuit had ended in disaster when Gene's car was rammed, flipped and all but crushed the man inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time he had been taken to the hospital he was in a bad way. But by the time the station were informed of the accident he was in a considerably better condition - a few busted ribs, a fractured wrist, cuts and bruises, concussion and a broken ankle. All in all he'd had a very lucky escape. And the best part? He hadn't been driving the Cortina so his baby was perfectly safe and unharmed.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:unbreakablelion:4772</id>
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    <title>♠ for wentbackto1973</title>
    <published>2012-06-28T02:23:21Z</published>
    <updated>2012-06-28T02:23:21Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Gene was well and truly fed up. It was supposed to be a routine sting operation. Catch the criminals and be home in time for tea. But oh no, things were never that simple, were they? Nope. Gene had spent the past few hours in the hospital having a flaming bullet removed from his shoulder. Of course, Gene being Gene had made sure the bastards were well and truly nicked before going to the hospital. And even then he'd only gone to stop Sam nagging like an old washer woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was in pain and he wasn't allowed to drive. It was a bad day. All he wanted was to go home and get drunk.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:unbreakablelion:4435</id>
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    <title>Application for hewaitsdreaming</title>
    <published>2012-05-17T00:15:00Z</published>
    <updated>2012-05-17T00:15:00Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;✢ The Player&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Player Name&lt;/b&gt;:  Kristina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Age&lt;/b&gt;: 27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LJ&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="darkranger" lj:user="darkranger" &gt;&lt;a href="https://darkranger.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://darkranger.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;darkranger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AIM / MSN / Y!M&lt;/b&gt;:  AIM: Gunblade Dancer / Plurk: Raynebowranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;E-mail&lt;/b&gt;: kristina.carr@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Other Characters&lt;/b&gt;:  Donna Noble &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="noblexcompanion" lj:user="noblexcompanion" &gt;&lt;a href="https://noblexcompanion.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://noblexcompanion.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;noblexcompanion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;✢ The Character&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Character Name&lt;/b&gt;: Gene Hunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom&lt;/b&gt;: Life on Mars/Ashes to Ashes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Canon Point&lt;/b&gt;: Post Ashes 3.08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Age&lt;/b&gt;: 49&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Appearance&lt;/b&gt;: [ &lt;a href="http://i50.tinypic.com/2ed3xuu.jpg" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;picture&lt;/a&gt; ] - Tall and slightly overweight. Weather-worn, pock-scarred skin. Dirty blonde hair that looks a bit like a lion's mane. Piercing blue eyes and the world's most sexy eyelashes in history. Considering he smokes like a chimney he actually has really nice hands and mostly unstained teeth.  Most often seen dressed in a suit, Crombie coat and snakeskin boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Abilities / Powers&lt;/b&gt;: Extreme driving. Fantastic with firearms and fist fighting. Oh, and he guides lost spirits to their eternal rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Inventory&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;•  ID/Warrant card.&lt;br /&gt;•  His gun.&lt;br /&gt;•  His wallet – containing £23.19, his driver's license, a few coupons and two photo of his team.&lt;br /&gt;•  Chewing gum – Juicy Fruit, naturally.&lt;br /&gt;•  Cigarettes and lighter.&lt;br /&gt;•  Handcuffs.&lt;br /&gt;•  3 Hip flasks – One in his coat pocket, one in his jacket outer pocket and one in his jacket inner pocket. &lt;br /&gt;•  A biro.&lt;br /&gt;•  The clothes he's wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Personality&lt;/b&gt;: Gene Hunt is an old school copper in a changing world. His views and his methods are outdated, but he is reluctant change to the new ways – although through Sam and Alex he does begin to accept these changes – but he still relies heavily on his own ways. He is scared of change although he won't admit it out-right for fear of sounding poncy. Instead he often finds himself questioning whether there is room for people like him on the police force – of course, he usually forgets about his worries quite quickly when his tried and tested methods save the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a borderline alcoholic, chain-smoking, sexist, racist, homophobic pig with an unhealthy obsession with male bonding, who says whatever he thinks, whenever he thinks it without giving a damn about whether or not he is being politically correct. He has an arrogance about him and believes in intuition and gut feeling. He is quick-witted, sharp-tongued and always ready with an insult or two. He is loud, brash and down-right abusive at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gene has an obsession with Westerns. He sees himself as the sheriff, yet a deputy to the law. And every sheriff needs good, honest, trustworthy deputies. He despises corruption. He used to take backhanders and he hated himself for it. It ate him up inside until Sam gave him the courage to do something about it. And when Chris found himself on the wrong side of right and mixed up in corruption, it just about broke Gene's heart. Gene considers himself one of the good guys, even if it means getting his hands dirty occasionally. He once told Alex "You give me the tools and I will do the job, but do not watch me work because it is not for the faint-hearted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes enemies easily but friends less so. He has plenty of work collegues and acquaintances but it takes a lot for him to really open up to anyone to be considered a real friend. He had a love-hate relationship with both Sam Tyler and Alex Drake, both of them drove him insane and fought him tooth and nail, but ultimately they were two of the closest friends he ever had. Ray Carling, while not as close to him as Sam or Alex was definitely one of the people he trusted most in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under a very rough exterior, Gene actually has a big heart. He is like a father figure to his team, taking them under his wing and protecting them. This is especially apparent with the younger members of the team like Shaz and Chris. As the truth about Gene is revealed, it becomes clear that this father role is bigger than people imagined. He is not just protecting these people; he is helping them find peace and the strength to move on from the trauma that brought them to him in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;History&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;a href="http://unbreakablelion.livejournal.com/872.html" target="_blank"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;First Person Sample&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;a href="http://sixwordstories.livejournal.com/40645528.html?thread=1242988952" target="_blank"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Third Person Sample&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;Great. Bloody wonderful. Thanks to a botched sting operation that had left one police officer dead and another badly injured, Gene now had the Discipline and Complaints Department breathing down his neck again. Unkept arrest sheets, a lack of audio cassettes from interviews and a general shoddy workmanship regarding paperwork also showed CID in a bad light. Despite numerous warnings, Gene still firmly believed that paperwork was a waste of police time and if they wanted paperwork doing they should hire secretaries - preferably ones with skirts up to their arse and low cut blouses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gene had been sat in his office, smoking a cigarette and toying with his – the real his – collar number, brushing a gloved thumb over the chromed numbers. He threw it into the top drawer of his desk, locking it, before crushing the cigarette out, pushing himself to his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He opened the door to his office, stepping out into CID's main room to address his team. "Right, ladies. Listen up. Some tart from D&amp;C is coming to check up on us, so I want you all on your best behaviour, got it?" His current team was a far cry from the team he had come to love and care for, but they weren’t a bad bunch. They did their job, they obeyed his orders. Yet it just didn’t have the same feel in this room any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He threw his car keys at one of the men. "You. Go polish the Quattro. If you so much as scratch it I'll shove your head so far up your arse you'll be able to lick your tonsils." He turned his attention to another member of the team. "You, put some procedural posters or somethin' up. Make the place look pretty. Spray some of that air freshener about too. Birds love that kinda floral crap." He folded his arms across his chest, leaning against one of the desks. "I want your arrest sheets on my desk by dinner time. If you can't remember all the details, make it up. She'll be itching for any reason to shut us down. Don’t give her any reason. Don't let me down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Other&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/49221974de4ff727adfa4b3d6ac65767c7edea41e1a8b73516de722301624a83/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8MpXUUMdsf-ah7h01hrbCaZagcnD-huals6oR04lE192TgN2v0QXgQ:Z9caFr4dYgh0CTcTM2LelQ" fetchpriority="high"&gt;</content>
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    <title>♠ wentbackto1973</title>
    <published>2012-04-17T23:14:47Z</published>
    <updated>2012-04-17T23:14:47Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Gene was absolutely knackered. It'd been a long day - no, scrap that, it had been a long few days. Kidnapping case - especially when children were involved - were always draining both mentally and physically. Gene hadn't even bothered going to the pub, that's how exhausted he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't have the energy to cook, so he'd bought chips. He didn't have the energy to make a cup of tea so he'd bought scotch. He hung his coat up, kicked off his shoes and flopped onto the sofa. God, it felt good to be home.</content>
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    <title>SWS various verses - Gene's posts - 2012</title>
    <published>2012-02-17T00:55:51Z</published>
    <updated>2012-02-17T00:55:51Z</updated>
    <category term="comm: sixwordstories"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://sixwordstories.livejournal.com/68021044.html" target="_blank"&gt;Scotch. Wait... make it a double.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sixwordstories.livejournal.com/67926143.html" target="_blank"&gt;Can't 'elp it. I miss her.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sixwordstories.livejournal.com/67762976.html" target="_blank"&gt;Freeze! You're surrounded by armed &lt;i&gt;bastards&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sixwordstories.livejournal.com/67597639.html" target="_blank"&gt;New transfer supposed to arrive today.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sixwordstories.livejournal.com/67071391.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ Having a drink and a smoke. ]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Armed Bastards Redux</title>
    <published>2012-01-27T02:55:21Z</published>
    <updated>2012-01-28T16:53:25Z</updated>
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    <category term="journal: carlislestyle"/>
    <content type="html">Gene awaits the arrival of his &lt;a href="http://sixwordstories.livejournal.com/67597639.html?thread=2003018055" target="_blank"&gt;newest transfer&lt;/a&gt;.</content>
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    <title>Back to the Eighties ♦ with believewhichone</title>
    <published>2012-01-06T03:11:01Z</published>
    <updated>2012-01-06T03:11:01Z</updated>
    <category term="journal: believewhichone"/>
    <content type="html">The operation had taken weeks of intensive planning. Every detail had been worked out so precisely. The whole thing had to run like clockwork, or that bastard cop killed would slip through their fingers again. Sam Tyler would've been impressed by the sheer amount of planning, preparation and by the book nonsense Gene and his team had gone through. But Sam wasn't here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Quattro sped down the street in pursuit of the target. So close. So close to bringing that scumbag down and throwing the book at him. Gene could practically taste justice.</content>
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    <title>SWS various verses - various posts - 2011</title>
    <published>2011-03-09T09:27:25Z</published>
    <updated>2011-03-09T09:27:25Z</updated>
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  <entry>
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    <title>SWS various verses - Gene's posts - 2011</title>
    <published>2011-03-09T09:26:23Z</published>
    <updated>2011-03-09T09:26:23Z</updated>
    <category term="comm: sixwordstories"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/sixwordstories/54024946.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ Raises his glass. ]&lt;/i&gt; To absent friends&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/sixwordstories/54077898.html" target="_blank"&gt;Time for a drink, I think.&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>unbreakablelion @ 2011-02-25T02:34:00</title>
    <published>2011-02-25T02:34:30Z</published>
    <updated>2011-02-25T02:34:30Z</updated>
    <category term="verse: life after ashes"/>
    <category term="journal: godsinthedetail"/>
    <content type="html">Shopping done! Gene's fridge had never looked so full - nor had it ever looked so clean. All the essentials were neatly packed. His cupboards were well stocked, and his kitchen was beginning to look more like a kitchen and less like something out of an alien horror movie. Hell, even his fruit bowl was filled - he didn't even know he owned a fruit bowl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept his promise. He was in the kitchen, and he was cooking. In Manchester, he'd always had his wife, or Sam to do his cooking for him. When he first moved down to London he had done the occasional bit of cooking, but mostly it was take-aways or a meal at Luigi's. Since he lost his team, some days he didn't even remember to eat at all. Having Sam around would be good for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bottle of red wine sat on the sideboard, uncorked and breathing. A pan of potatoes was bubbling away on the hob and in the oven was a casserole, made from scratch. Talk about domesticated!</content>
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    <title>unbreakablelion @ 2011-02-14T03:01:00</title>
    <published>2011-02-14T03:01:17Z</published>
    <updated>2011-02-14T03:01:17Z</updated>
    <category term="journal: downtheelevator"/>
    <category term="verse: life after ashes"/>
    <category term="journal: godsinthedetail"/>
    <content type="html">How long had it been since Gene’s team had left? He’d lost count. The days all seemed to blend together now. His life had become one big blur. Sure, he still had his job; he still had to protect people and keep the scum and filth off the streets – but aside from that, he really didn’t have much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His days were filled with work, but his nights were lonely. The only company he had was the bottle. He drank until he passed out. It was the only way he could get through the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, however, he had yet to go back to his flat. He was sat on the bonnet of the Quattro by the canal. Portion of chips in one hand, bottle in the other hand, and a cigarette hanging from his mouth.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Gene Hunt – Crowded Hour CR</title>
    <published>2011-02-05T12:48:58Z</published>
    <updated>2011-08-03T00:32:15Z</updated>
    <category term="comm: crowdedhour"/>
    <category term="misc: cr"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="3" face="Arial" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Key:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/27b4c3ab4efa5c5900d3c4938a68085ead0248bac8aa320dc9562fde72783094/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8MpXUUMdsf-ah7h01hvTCaZagcnD-huals6oR0sjEE8iGgNhuEUXgQ:Pw_ysoN9sISJWndXO3ykww" fetchpriority="high"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Lover; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ of the romance kind, he doesn’t fall in love easily ]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/86a2f7c05ac20b3f9541fe4b44bb8f6c5def7cc29739cbb1ff5d90b781022aab/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8MpXUUMdsf-ah7h01hvQCaZagcnD-huals6oR0IwUlNlHANhuEUXgQ:xCgC3UOW01RPOkJ1htPi9A" loading="lazy"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Family/Best Friends; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ those closest to him – he’d do anything for you, even if he doesn’t always show it ] &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/3868d2c97c7b2d9604be061bfb208bccc323ac42d3a2067fca89404842db5233/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8MpXUUMdsf-ah7h01hvQCaZagcnD-huals6oRxh_Al17TFs_pkxS3iA:9Fa8-j9_3Oz5fc4FAzpb_A" loading="lazy"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Good Friends; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ Gene enjoys your company  ] &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/6eb6a54000a0f9a41a8947329bd695eacbea482fa188b386d669488d32de26c8/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8MpXUUMdsf-ah7h01hvUCaZagcnD-huals6oR0MjU1UjEwNhuEUXgQ:tOrU5xI3cOeW_VZa2rYBrA" loading="lazy"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Acquaintances; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ Gene doesn’t know you well enough to judge – though he’ll probably still make judgements anyway ] &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/6f0dd99d95882c4b009ec40135302a433f6a7c5ae1cf6fe5c06afd6b6ac35d5a/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8MpXUUMdsf-ah7h01hvQCaZagcnD-huals6oRxh_DxZwEkU_pkxS3iA:PuppJ-UplonlSgRgG0d1hQ" loading="lazy"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Dislikes; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ best keep out of Gene’s way if you know what’s good for you ] &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/6cae67404248e1cbaf1af8c50addb4c9023ced180dae27147014eaac85513d08/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8MpXUUMdsf-ah7h01hvTCaZagcnD-huals6oRxglF1EmRlU_pkxS3iA:AwJsJLlxZ8cZoHkxt5sTog" loading="lazy"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Hates; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ he’s an armed bastard and he hates you ] &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/3132f082cae92149bfd35a063338b412de666284c0157b341d3f6060fd327fc2/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8MpXUUMdsf-ah7h01hvUCaZagcnD-huals6oR0snGl91CgNhuEUXgQ:MwfHXzPGMpPU55JewrJ_3A" loading="lazy"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Exchanged Frequencies; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ communication is easy when you have the key ] &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/9a193de0699c1c500ee5a762622dfc3ecda1f7ca62b54e8fabede075b734293d/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8MpXUUMdsf-ah7h01hvXCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgiDUVzHUc_pkxS3iA:fldIlFiFzd9TgyF9GjbKMA" loading="lazy"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Gone Home; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ gone but not forgotten ] &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="550" border="1" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sam Tyler ♦ &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="d_i_tyler" lj:user="d_i_tyler" &gt;&lt;a href="https://d-i-tyler.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://d-i-tyler.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;d_i_tyler&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="100" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/108923097/35663334" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/86a2f7c05ac20b3f9541fe4b44bb8f6c5def7cc29739cbb1ff5d90b781022aab/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8MpXUUMdsf-ah7h01hvQCaZagcnD-huals6oR0IwUlNlHANhuEUXgQ:xCgC3UOW01RPOkJ1htPi9A" loading="lazy"&gt; &lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/3132f082cae92149bfd35a063338b412de666284c0157b341d3f6060fd327fc2/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8MpXUUMdsf-ah7h01hvUCaZagcnD-huals6oR0snGl91CgNhuEUXgQ:MwfHXzPGMpPU55JewrJ_3A" loading="lazy"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gene has and always has had a strong love/hate relationship with Sam. They wind each other up and they have very different views on a lot of things. But ultimately, Sam Tyler is Gene's best friend and being able to see him again makes being stuck in a poncy castle worth it.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alex Drake ♦ &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-deleted  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="stampmybum" lj:user="stampmybum" &gt;&lt;a href="https://stampmybum.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://stampmybum.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;stampmybum&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="100" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/111013721/38624458" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/27b4c3ab4efa5c5900d3c4938a68085ead0248bac8aa320dc9562fde72783094/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8MpXUUMdsf-ah7h01hvTCaZagcnD-huals6oR0sjEE8iGgNhuEUXgQ:Pw_ysoN9sISJWndXO3ykww" loading="lazy"&gt; &lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/86a2f7c05ac20b3f9541fe4b44bb8f6c5def7cc29739cbb1ff5d90b781022aab/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8MpXUUMdsf-ah7h01hvQCaZagcnD-huals6oR0IwUlNlHANhuEUXgQ:xCgC3UOW01RPOkJ1htPi9A" loading="lazy"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like with Sam, Gene's relationship with Alex has always had a certain love/hate feel to it. More love than hate though. She became his rock when he discovered the truth and remained faithfully by his side until the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they have a second chance. And have to figure out just where they go from here.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rose Tyler ♦ &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="thebadwolfrose" lj:user="thebadwolfrose" &gt;&lt;a href="https://thebadwolfrose.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://thebadwolfrose.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;thebadwolfrose&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="100" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/81587150/17120605" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/6eb6a54000a0f9a41a8947329bd695eacbea482fa188b386d669488d32de26c8/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8MpXUUMdsf-ah7h01hvUCaZagcnD-huals6oR0MjU1UjEwNhuEUXgQ:tOrU5xI3cOeW_VZa2rYBrA" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gene has only met Rose once, although it was a pleasant meeting.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dorian Gray ♦ &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="dandiacaldevil" lj:user="dandiacaldevil" &gt;&lt;a href="https://dandiacaldevil.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://dandiacaldevil.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;dandiacaldevil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="100" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/108397065/24574203" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/6eb6a54000a0f9a41a8947329bd695eacbea482fa188b386d669488d32de26c8/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8MpXUUMdsf-ah7h01hvUCaZagcnD-huals6oR0MjU1UjEwNhuEUXgQ:tOrU5xI3cOeW_VZa2rYBrA" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gene has only met Dorian once, during the hallucinations in the cave. To be honest, Gene thinks Dorian is a bit of a stuck up, pompus prick.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lainey Rivera ♦ &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="lainey_rivera" lj:user="lainey_rivera" &gt;&lt;a href="https://lainey-rivera.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lainey-rivera.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;lainey_rivera&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="100" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/73620507/15122795" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/6eb6a54000a0f9a41a8947329bd695eacbea482fa188b386d669488d32de26c8/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8MpXUUMdsf-ah7h01hvUCaZagcnD-huals6oR0MjU1UjEwNhuEUXgQ:tOrU5xI3cOeW_VZa2rYBrA" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gene thinks Lainey might well be the kind of girl he can get along with. She's a good copper and can hold her drink. He's only met her once though.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Harold Saxon / The Master ♦ &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-deleted  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="vote_h_saxon" lj:user="vote_h_saxon" &gt;&lt;a href="https://vote-h-saxon.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://vote-h-saxon.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;vote_h_saxon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="100" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/109007578/35939464" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/6f0dd99d95882c4b009ec40135302a433f6a7c5ae1cf6fe5c06afd6b6ac35d5a/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8MpXUUMdsf-ah7h01hvQCaZagcnD-huals6oRxh_DxZwEkU_pkxS3iA:PuppJ-UplonlSgRgG0d1hQ" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gene has only met the Master once, although he doesn't know it. He still believes the man who kissed him that day was Sam, and it has put quite a strain on their relationship.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chris Skelton ♦ no longer at the castle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="100" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/89567428/20440549" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/86a2f7c05ac20b3f9541fe4b44bb8f6c5def7cc29739cbb1ff5d90b781022aab/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8MpXUUMdsf-ah7h01hvQCaZagcnD-huals6oR0IwUlNlHANhuEUXgQ:xCgC3UOW01RPOkJ1htPi9A" loading="lazy"&gt; &lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/9a193de0699c1c500ee5a762622dfc3ecda1f7ca62b54e8fabede075b734293d/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8MpXUUMdsf-ah7h01hvXCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgiDUVzHUc_pkxS3iA:fldIlFiFzd9TgyF9GjbKMA" loading="lazy"&gt; &lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/3132f082cae92149bfd35a063338b412de666284c0157b341d3f6060fd327fc2/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8MpXUUMdsf-ah7h01hvUCaZagcnD-huals6oR0snGl91CgNhuEUXgQ:MwfHXzPGMpPU55JewrJ_3A" loading="lazy"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris was the first person Gene bumped into when he first arrived. It was Chris who sort of explained what was going on; and to be honest Gene was just glad to be able to see his friend again. His subsequent disappearance has been hard on Gene – not that he’d willingly admit it.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elijah Turner ♦ no longer at the castle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="100" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/106532057/32708076" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/6f0dd99d95882c4b009ec40135302a433f6a7c5ae1cf6fe5c06afd6b6ac35d5a/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8MpXUUMdsf-ah7h01hvQCaZagcnD-huals6oRxh_DxZwEkU_pkxS3iA:PuppJ-UplonlSgRgG0d1hQ" loading="lazy"&gt; &lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/9a193de0699c1c500ee5a762622dfc3ecda1f7ca62b54e8fabede075b734293d/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8MpXUUMdsf-ah7h01hvXCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgiDUVzHUc_pkxS3iA:fldIlFiFzd9TgyF9GjbKMA" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gene didn’t particularly like Elijah. They only met once and they completely rubbed each other up the wrong way. They had the potential to be great allies – as long as they had stopped butting heads.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Capt. Jack Harkness ♦ no longer at the castle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="100" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/98779272/18980649" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/6eb6a54000a0f9a41a8947329bd695eacbea482fa188b386d669488d32de26c8/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8MpXUUMdsf-ah7h01hvUCaZagcnD-huals6oR0MjU1UjEwNhuEUXgQ:tOrU5xI3cOeW_VZa2rYBrA" loading="lazy"&gt; &lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/9a193de0699c1c500ee5a762622dfc3ecda1f7ca62b54e8fabede075b734293d/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8MpXUUMdsf-ah7h01hvXCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgiDUVzHUc_pkxS3iA:fldIlFiFzd9TgyF9GjbKMA" loading="lazy"&gt; &lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/3132f082cae92149bfd35a063338b412de666284c0157b341d3f6060fd327fc2/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8MpXUUMdsf-ah7h01hvUCaZagcnD-huals6oR0snGl91CgNhuEUXgQ:MwfHXzPGMpPU55JewrJ_3A" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gene had only spoken to Jack on a few occasions; at the meeting and regarding law and order. Their relationship was purely business. But he got on well with him and respected him as a leader figure.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Batman' – Dick Grayson ♦ no longer at the castle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="100" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/107634611/32399116" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/6eb6a54000a0f9a41a8947329bd695eacbea482fa188b386d669488d32de26c8/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8MpXUUMdsf-ah7h01hvUCaZagcnD-huals6oR0MjU1UjEwNhuEUXgQ:tOrU5xI3cOeW_VZa2rYBrA" loading="lazy"&gt; &lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/9a193de0699c1c500ee5a762622dfc3ecda1f7ca62b54e8fabede075b734293d/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8MpXUUMdsf-ah7h01hvXCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgiDUVzHUc_pkxS3iA:fldIlFiFzd9TgyF9GjbKMA" loading="lazy"&gt; &lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/3132f082cae92149bfd35a063338b412de666284c0157b341d3f6060fd327fc2/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8MpXUUMdsf-ah7h01hvUCaZagcnD-huals6oR0snGl91CgNhuEUXgQ:MwfHXzPGMpPU55JewrJ_3A" loading="lazy"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gene only met Dick once and the meeting was purely professional – he does, however, think Dick was a bit of a nutcase. A nutcase in a bat suit.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eddie Brock ♦ no longer at the castle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="100" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/108314135/34753490" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/6eb6a54000a0f9a41a8947329bd695eacbea482fa188b386d669488d32de26c8/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8MpXUUMdsf-ah7h01hvUCaZagcnD-huals6oR0MjU1UjEwNhuEUXgQ:tOrU5xI3cOeW_VZa2rYBrA" loading="lazy"&gt; &lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/9a193de0699c1c500ee5a762622dfc3ecda1f7ca62b54e8fabede075b734293d/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8MpXUUMdsf-ah7h01hvXCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgiDUVzHUc_pkxS3iA:fldIlFiFzd9TgyF9GjbKMA" loading="lazy"&gt; &lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/3132f082cae92149bfd35a063338b412de666284c0157b341d3f6060fd327fc2/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8MpXUUMdsf-ah7h01hvUCaZagcnD-huals6oR0snGl91CgNhuEUXgQ:MwfHXzPGMpPU55JewrJ_3A" loading="lazy"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gene only met Eddie once and the meeting was by chance. Eddie saved him from the Witch. Still, as grateful as Gene was, he thought Eddie's a little on the strage side.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Wicked Witch of the West ♦ no longer at the castle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="100" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/106041122/32232400" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/6cae67404248e1cbaf1af8c50addb4c9023ced180dae27147014eaac85513d08/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8MpXUUMdsf-ah7h01hvTCaZagcnD-huals6oRxglF1EmRlU_pkxS3iA:AwJsJLlxZ8cZoHkxt5sTog" loading="lazy"&gt; &lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/9a193de0699c1c500ee5a762622dfc3ecda1f7ca62b54e8fabede075b734293d/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8MpXUUMdsf-ah7h01hvXCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgiDUVzHUc_pkxS3iA:fldIlFiFzd9TgyF9GjbKMA" loading="lazy"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Witch tried to barbecue Gene. He didn't much care for her, her monkeys or her fireballs.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alexei Romanov ♦ no longer at the castle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="100" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/101817885/28358977" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/6eb6a54000a0f9a41a8947329bd695eacbea482fa188b386d669488d32de26c8/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8MpXUUMdsf-ah7h01hvUCaZagcnD-huals6oR0MjU1UjEwNhuEUXgQ:tOrU5xI3cOeW_VZa2rYBrA" loading="lazy"&gt; &lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/9a193de0699c1c500ee5a762622dfc3ecda1f7ca62b54e8fabede075b734293d/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8MpXUUMdsf-ah7h01hvXCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgiDUVzHUc_pkxS3iA:fldIlFiFzd9TgyF9GjbKMA" loading="lazy"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gene didn’t know Alexei very well. He met him once and fed him; and he felt a slight urge to protect the boy from harm – vampire or no vampire.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thetis / Theresa 'Terry' Waters ♦ no longer at the castle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="100" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/107088633/33259198" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/6eb6a54000a0f9a41a8947329bd695eacbea482fa188b386d669488d32de26c8/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8MpXUUMdsf-ah7h01hvUCaZagcnD-huals6oR0MjU1UjEwNhuEUXgQ:tOrU5xI3cOeW_VZa2rYBrA" loading="lazy"&gt; &lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/9a193de0699c1c500ee5a762622dfc3ecda1f7ca62b54e8fabede075b734293d/P2WlxyVijxKvg25p8MpXUUMdsf-ah7h01hvXCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgiDUVzHUc_pkxS3iA:fldIlFiFzd9TgyF9GjbKMA" loading="lazy"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gene met Thetis briefly at the pool party. She was very sweet and interesting to talk to - and had a nice chest!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;


&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last Updated:&lt;/b&gt; 3rd August 2011&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:unbreakablelion:1663</id>
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    <title>1984 - Fire Up The TARDIS</title>
    <published>2010-08-17T20:12:43Z</published>
    <updated>2010-08-17T20:12:43Z</updated>
    <category term="comm: sixwordstories"/>
    <category term="journal: justneededtea"/>
    <content type="html">Gene bumps into a seemingly &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/sixwordstories/43242148.html?thread=1314504612" target="_blank"&gt;crazy man&lt;/a&gt; during a sting operation, and once arrests have been made they end up going to the cinema together.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:unbreakablelion:1478</id>
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    <title>1984 - Armed Bastards SWS Style (AKA Peter!verse)</title>
    <published>2010-07-12T09:20:15Z</published>
    <updated>2010-07-25T21:50:51Z</updated>
    <category term="comm: sixwordstories"/>
    <category term="journal: knowwhentohold"/>
    <category term="verse: armed bastards of 1984"/>
    <category term="journal: madorcoma"/>
    <content type="html">A chance meeting in a pub in 1984 with Sam leads them to discuss problems in &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/sixwordstories/39551445.html?thread=1211512277#t1211512277" target="_blank"&gt;Sam's love life&lt;/a&gt; followed by an unhealthy amount of alcohol before sleeping in the Quattro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after, Peter is shot in 2010 and wakes up in Gene's world. Gene takes this new DI under his wing and they &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/sixwordstories/40070817.html?thread=1226550945#t1226550945" target="_blank"&gt;work a case together&lt;/a&gt;. They then partake in a drinking contest and pass out in the Quattro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter decides to make the most of 1984 and &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/sixwordstories/40716805.html?thread=1244315653#t1244315653" target="_blank"&gt;wins a pet fish&lt;/a&gt;. They talk about being armed bastards and the way policing is changing. After a few bottles of wine Gene decides to humour the man and takes him to the pet store to buy a tank and four other fish-types. They take the tank back to Peter's, set it up and bond over scotch. The truth about Gene comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is pushed to the side as Gene and Peter go &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/sixwordstories/41278978.html?thread=1259929346#t1259929346" target="_blank"&gt;undercover in a gay bar&lt;/a&gt;. They arrest some bastards, but Gene is stabbed in the process. They go to the hospital and then on to Peter's flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gene decides to eat chips on the &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/sixwordstories/42137743.html?thread=1282829711#t1282829711" target="_blank"&gt;bonnet of his car&lt;/a&gt;, but Peter feels under the weather. Gene tells him he has a temperature, and none other than Sam Tyler appears back in 1984.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:unbreakablelion:1267</id>
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    <title>App for crowdedhour</title>
    <published>2010-07-11T17:28:53Z</published>
    <updated>2010-07-11T17:33:41Z</updated>
    <category term="misc: application"/>
    <category term="comm: crowdedhour"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-PLAYER INFORMATION- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name:&lt;/b&gt; Kristina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Email:&lt;/b&gt; kristina.carr@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;IM:&lt;/b&gt; Gunblade Dancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your LJ:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="darkranger" lj:user="darkranger" &gt;&lt;a href="https://darkranger.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://darkranger.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;darkranger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-CHARACTER INFORMATION- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name:&lt;/b&gt; Gene Hunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Canon:&lt;/b&gt; Life on Mars(UK)/Ashes to Ashes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LJ:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="unbreakablelion" lj:user="unbreakablelion" &gt;&lt;a href="https://unbreakablelion.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://unbreakablelion.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;unbreakablelion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Character &amp; Media Information:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://unbreakablelion.livejournal.com/872.html" target="_blank"&gt;History of Gene Hunt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Character Perception:&lt;/b&gt; Gene Hunt is an old school copper in a changing world. His views and his methods are outdated, but he is reluctant change to the new ways – although through Sam and Alex he does begin to accept these changes – but he still relies heavily on his own ways. He is a borderline alcoholic, chain-smoking, sexist, racist, homophobic pig, who says whatever he thinks, whenever he thinks it without giving a damn about being politically correct. He is quick-witted, sharp-tongued and always ready with an insult or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sees himself as the sheriff. And every sheriff needs good, honest, trustworthy deputies. He despises corruption. He used to take backhanders and he hated himself for it. It ate him up inside until Sam gave him the courage to do something about it. He considers himself one of the good guys, even if it means getting his hands dirty occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under a very rough exterior, Gene actually has a big heart. He is like a father figure to his team, taking them under his wing and protecting them. As the truth about Gene is revealed, it becomes clear that this father role is bigger than people imagined. He is not just protecting these people; he is helping them find peace and the strength to move on from the trauma that brought them to him in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Timeline:&lt;/b&gt; After Ashes 3.8 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ticket:&lt;/b&gt; Ticket was left on his desk, along with a bottle of scotch. "Take a load off, mon brav."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Inventory:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; ID/Warrant card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; His gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; His wallet – containing £23.19, his driver’s license, a few coupons and a photo of his team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Chewing gum – Juicy Fruit, naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Cigarettes and lighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Handcuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; 3 Hip flasks – One in his coat pocket, one in his jacket outer pocket and one in his jacket inner pocket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; A biro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; The clothes he’s wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Additional Notes:&lt;/b&gt; Gene is taken post Ashes finale, so he’s still trying to get his head around certain information, but he is and always will be the same armed bastard we love.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Role Play Sample:&lt;/b&gt; Great. Bloody wonderful. Thanks to a botched sting operation that had left one police officer dead and another badly injured, Gene now had the Discipline and Complaints Department breathing down his neck again. Unkept arrest sheets, a lack of audio cassettes from interviews and a general shoddy workmanship regarding paperwork also showed CID in a bad light. Despite numerous warnings, Gene still firmly believed that paperwork was a waste of police time and if they wanted paperwork doing they should hire secretaries - preferably ones with skirts up to their arse and low cut blouses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gene had been sat in his office, smoking a cigarette and toying with his – the &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; his – collar number, brushing a gloved thumb over the chromed numbers. He threw it into the top drawer of his desk, locking it, before crushing the cigarette out, pushing himself to his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He opened the door to his office, stepping out into CID's main room to address his team. "Right, ladies. Listen up. Some tart from D&amp;C is coming to check up on us, so I want you all on your best behaviour, got it?" His current team was a far cry from the team he had come to love and care for, but they weren’t a bad bunch. They did their job, they obeyed his orders. Yet it just didn’t have the same feel in this room any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He threw his car keys at one of the men. "You. Go polish the Quattro. If you so much as scratch it I'll shove your head so far up your arse you'll be able to lick your tonsils." He turned his attention to another member of the team. "You, put some procedural posters or somethin' up. Make the place look pretty. Spray some of that air freshener about too. Birds love that kinda floral crap." He folded his arms across his chest, leaning against one of the desks. "I want your arrest sheets on my desk by dinner time. If you can't remember all the details, make it up. She'll be itching for any reason to shut us down. Don’t give her any reason. Don't let me down."</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:unbreakablelion:872</id>
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    <title>The History</title>
    <published>2010-05-31T18:52:43Z</published>
    <updated>2010-07-07T12:33:34Z</updated>
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic" size="1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Gene Hunt was born in 1934 in the south of the county of Lancashire. His childhood was very harsh because his father was an abusive drinker who often beat him and his older brother Stuart due to a "harsh Lancastrian upbringing". As a teenager, he discovered that his brother was a drug addict whom Hunt attempted to reform him until he ran away from his family and wasn’t seen again until Gene attempted to find him, only to find he had found him ‘too late’. At the age of seventeen, he performed his National Service until joining the police two years later. In 1953. At the age of nineteen, Hunt became a Police Constable for the Lancashire Constabulary under PC Morrison who became his mentor and superior officer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually he joined the Manchester and Salford Police where he transferred to A Division CID in 1968. As a young Manchester Constable, he discovered that his mentor Harry Outhwaite, a decorated war hero and local legend, was in fact corrupt. Hunt turned him in and, unable to bear the humiliation, Outhwaite committed suicide. This event greatly shaped Hunt's outlook on policing and loyalty, and a month later Hunt took his first backhander. Hunt was promoted to Detective Inspector under Detective Superintendent Harry Woolf, a man whom he greatly respected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the Detective Chief Inspector of Manchester's CID, Hunt was respected by the subordinate members of his team. When DI Sam Tyler arrived at the CID in 1973, Hunt was quick to make it clear that he was Tyler's superior. He demonstrated his willingness to accept bribes from criminals - a practice which he continued until local crime boss Stephen Warren murdered a girl for helping Tyler after falling victim of a honeytrap. It was discovered that Hunt's mentor Harry Woolfe was corrupt and was the mastermind behind several robberies. Hunt, despite his fierce loyalty, brought down Woolfe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Hunt's method of policing is brutal at times, he is very clear as to how far the police can go. He was initially disdainful of female police officers, however he later accepted WPC Annie Cartwright into the CID at Tyler’s request, and learned to value her input. Hunt's major rivals in the police force are DCI Litton of the Regional Crime Squad, and DCI Frank Morgan, who replaced Hunt when he was accused of killing a man after a fit of drunken rage. Morgan went as far as to set up Hunt and his team to confront train robbers without arranging the promised backup, in the hope of eliminating Hunt by killing him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunt worked with Tyler for another seven years before Tyler's apparent death during a high-speed pursuit. Shortly thereafter, Hunt transferred out of the Greater Manchester Police, to the Metropolitan Police Service, alongside Detective Sergeant Ray Carling and Detective Constable Chris Skelton. 1981 saw Hunt divorced, and his trademark Cortina replaced with an imported Audi Quattro. Hunt remained as determined as ever to crack down on crime in his area, but had become somewhat more professional in his behaviour, secure in his authority and organised in his approach since the 1970s. He has embraced some aspects of modern policing, but is convinced that old-school policing methods are on their way to being excised from the force, along with the officers who still practice them. Hunt met Alex Drake during a police drugs raid on a party, unaware that she, like Tyler, has traveled into his time line from the future. Believing her to be a prostitute, he took her in for questioning, only to discover that she was his new Detective Inspector. It later transpired that Hunt was the officer who took Drake's hand when she was a child, following her parents death from a bomb explosion, leading Drake to believe that Hunt may in fact be real, rather than a figment of her imagination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1982, brought about Hunt and Alex Drake working together in order to expose corruption within Fenchurch East CID. After several discoveries and unofficial investigations led by Hunt and Drake, it was revealed that the Detective Chief Superintendent Charlie Mackintosh was heavily involved in the corruption. After finding out that Hunt and Drake knew about his corruption, Mackintosh shot himself and with his dying words warned Hunt and Drake of "Operation Rose", but died before he could reveal more details. Summers, also involved in Operation Rose, planted a tape stolen from Drake on Hunt's desk on which she had questioned his existence and motives. After playing the tape, Hunt furiously confronted Drake and demanded an explanation from her, who was forced to explain that she is from the future, which enraged Hunt leading him to think that she had taken him for a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunt and Drake began to notice that files and evidence had gone missing. Eventually it was revealed that Chris Skelton had been paid large sums of money to undermine the investigation into Operation Rose, and had done so in order to pay for his wedding to Shaz Granger. Without informing those involved in Rose that Skelton has been discovered, Hunt used him to gain information. It is revealed that Rose is the codename for an upcoming robbery of a van carrying gold-bullion masterminded by corrupt officers. After a heated argument with Drake, Hunt suspended her and confiscated her warrant card, threatening to kill her if he found her involved in the following day's events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operation Rose was a failure after being foiled by the CID of the Fenchurch East (led by DCI Gene Hunt). DCI Carnegie who escaped in the original timeline, was hit by Gene Hunt's Audi Quattro (referred to as being "Quattroed" by Hunt) and arrested. The older Martin Summers attempted to flee the area but failed when he was followed by DI Drake shot by DCI Hunt and killed. Shortly after Summers' death, Drake was accidently shot by Hunt whilst aiming for Jenette, which sent Drake into a coma that lasted for three months. At the exact same time, Alex woke up from her coma in 2008. With no witnesses, Hunt was accused of attempted murder. After being shot, Drake awoke in the present day to see Hunt screaming at her through hospital screens to wake up; realizing that she was now in a comatose state in 1982.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following Hunt's accidental shooting of Alex Drake, he fled to the Costa Brava and Isle of Wight for three months. After waking Drake from her comatose state, Hunt was suspended by Jim Keats, from the Discipline and Complaints Department (D&amp;C), sent to assess Fenchurch East CID in the wake of Drake's shooting and as part of Operation Countryman. Keats unofficially assured Hunt's team that he would file a good report about them, before privately telling Hunt that he "hates him", "knows what he did three years ago" and will "dismantle the station around him".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the nature of Sam Tyler's death was brought up by Drake and Keats. Drake conducted an unofficial investigation into the events and requests old witness statements and reports on Tyler's death along with the leather jacket Tyler was often seen wearing. Drake later found Hunt burning the files and jacket. As well as this, Drake was haunted by a police officer with injuries to his face and finds a picture of the officer taken earlier without injuries in Hunt's desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When, during a date, Drake asked Hunt if he killed Sam Tyler, Hunt explained that Tyler had been acting "weird" and asked for his help in faking his own death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://unbreakablelion.livejournal.com/551.html" target="_blank"&gt;The revelation that shocked the team and left Gene by himself*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* spoilers for the finale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his team gone, Gene is left to pick up the pieces and carry on, taking new recruits under his wing.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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    <title>The Truth - Spoilers ahoy</title>
    <published>2010-05-31T18:49:09Z</published>
    <updated>2012-02-26T23:18:34Z</updated>
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic" size="1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;During the Coronation of Queen Elizabeth II on 2 June 1953 on his first week on patrol as a constable, Gene Hunt, Morrison and their colleagues were celebrating in a desolate house in Farringfield Green near the town of Horwich. When one of his colleagues gave PC Morrison whisky, he became inebriated and left the house with his colleagues except Hunt to celebrate with the local villagers. When Hunt was on his own, he heard a noise from another room and assumed some young people had broken in so he decided to investigate. As Hunt entered the room, he kicked the door open and was shot in the head by an unknown man with a shotgun. To hide the evidence, his body along with his uniform and his warrant card were buried in a shallow grave beside a scarecrow and the man who killed Hunt fled the area. Gene Hunt's body was not discovered until 2008 by some travellers in the area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gene Hunt awoke in Gene Hunt's World in the same decade, years after 1953. Gene Hunt's World is the name used to describe the supernatural world integrated into the real world where police officers that are victims of trauma are sent. It is also referred to as Gene Hunt's Kingdom and Limbo. When 19 year old Gene Hunt time travelled to this world, he felt that it was his responsibility to guide these police officers and eventually allow them to accept their death in reality. His role has been described as an "archangel", helping the souls in a place between "earth and heaven" to get where they wanted to be. His role is to take them "to the pub" - moving on to a "heaven" beyond. Hunt had done this for many officers before, including Sam Tyler and Annie Cartwright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was later revealed that his team were all dead. Shaz Granger was stabbed during the 1990s while trying to stop a car being broken into, Chris Skelton was shot dead during a firearms incident and Ray Carling had hanged himself because he felt he had let his family down by not joining the army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunt characterized his younger self as "skinny," headstrong and full of male bravado; he confessed that he'd completely forgotten about his past. Keats, confronted Hunt along with the rest of his team, destroyed his office to reveal the universe outside and accused Hunt of manufacturing his own fantasy world, in which he'd entrapped the souls of Shaz, Chris, Ray and Alex. Keats then convinced everyone else except Alex to accept a "transfer" to his own department, but with Alex's help Hunt persuaded them to return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward, Hunt took Ray, Chris, Shaz and Alex "to the pub" -- The Railway Arms, where they were greeted outside by Nelson. After saying their goodbyes, Ray, Chris and Shaz entered, but Keats appeared and tried to persuade Alex to come with him. This attempt failed when Alex realized, observing Keats' wristwatch frozen at 09:06, that she had also died in the real world. Hunt was able to persuade Alex to accept her death and after an emotional and heartwrenching goodbye kiss, enter the pub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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