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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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In retrospect, Murphy didn't know how Anne had intended for it to play out, had there been no "divine" intervention back then. He didn't know if she was going to make it look like an accident, like Sewell did. If she was just going to kick him down and put a bullet in his brain, execution style. Hell, he didn't know if he was ever supposed to make it to that prison at all. Call it fate or whatever, but he'd taken it.
"If I went back, I would just be walkin' right into a death sentence, anyway. There was no way I'd survive Wayside, so this was my only chance to escape. But the town wouldn't let me go... It wouldn't let either of us leave."
He reached up and scratched the back of his head, remembering the sharp bang that rang out when Anne had supposedly shot him. How many times had he supposedly died, or should have died, but didn't? The thought alone, on top of everything else, was disconcerting.