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ataraxionlogs2012-08-12 06:19 pm
yardbird) wrote in ataraxionlogs2012-08-12 06:19 pm
letting the days go by, into silent water [open]
CHARACTERS: Murphy Pendleton and you.
LOCATION: Anywhere. This is pretty much a free-for-all of CR.
WARNINGS: Insert the usual Silent Hill disclaimer here.
SUMMARY: Insomnia hits. Friendly neighborhood convict takes a little stroll.
He couldn't sleep.
Granted, this was nothing new and exciting. If nothing else, it was fucking tedious. His brief spell of excessive sleeping habits died real fast after the jump wired Murphy up all over again.
It wasn't always this bad. In fact, he used to sleep a fair bit. There wasn't much else to do during his alone time in prison, so it had been the only resort next to going stir-crazy with boredom.
Even with Anne in the same room these days, Murphy still felt the nagging urge to escape the closing walls of hiscell bedroom. Unlike Ryall, he could at least work off his restlessness by stretching his legs. There were still places that he hadn't yet seen, grounds that he hadn't yet covered. He could scratch this itch. He could.
So he just wandered for awhile. Aimlessly, as usual. He almost felt dazed. But it was good to be out. Not free, not safe, though close enough to settle on the fact that his present situation proved to be more favorable than where he had been coming from, in ways.
That was just sad.
Murphy, this is your life right now. Take a good long look at it.
LOCATION: Anywhere. This is pretty much a free-for-all of CR.
WARNINGS: Insert the usual Silent Hill disclaimer here.
SUMMARY: Insomnia hits. Friendly neighborhood convict takes a little stroll.
He couldn't sleep.
Granted, this was nothing new and exciting. If nothing else, it was fucking tedious. His brief spell of excessive sleeping habits died real fast after the jump wired Murphy up all over again.
It wasn't always this bad. In fact, he used to sleep a fair bit. There wasn't much else to do during his alone time in prison, so it had been the only resort next to going stir-crazy with boredom.
Even with Anne in the same room these days, Murphy still felt the nagging urge to escape the closing walls of his
So he just wandered for awhile. Aimlessly, as usual. He almost felt dazed. But it was good to be out. Not free, not safe, though close enough to settle on the fact that his present situation proved to be more favorable than where he had been coming from, in ways.
That was just sad.
Murphy, this is your life right now. Take a good long look at it.
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"And you don't throw out your back carrying crap around."
A pretty simple request, Murphy, because if shit goes down and you've got a crick in your back, he'll laugh at you regardless of how doomed they all are. On the bright side, he's left this conversation with a few details he hadn't affirmed before. One of which being that Murphy Pendleton was most definitely a friend. A friend with a hideous sense of humor.