001 - Apostles Creed (Backdated to Sunday morning)

[shepherdsveritas]

[Connor clears his throat before speaking. He's still not sure about this whole 'talking through the journal' thing, but he's willing to give it a shot. After another moment's thought his smooth Irish brogue flows through the journal.]

So my brother'n I jus' got 'ere last week 'n we were wonderin' if there was a church here. Even'f there's no one givin' sermons or anythin' like that. We'd jus' like somewhere t'go. Haven't had much've a chance t'explore ourselves, yet, so I figured I'd jus' ask.

((ooc: Open for the journal or anyone who might be in the clinic. Expect threadjacking from Murphy. :D))

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[spiritusaequitas]

[affects as much of a bow as one can from a clinic bed] Ladies first.

[shepherdsveritas]

[Injured or not, Connor's not gonna take that shit. He throws his journal at Murph's head]

[spiritusaequitas]

[it catches him in the temple, and he hisses a quick curse before throwing his own at Connor]

[shepherdsveritas]

[Not expecting retaliation, he wasn't expecting the journal to the face. He tosses it aside and leaps across the divide to Murph's bed, lashing out at him]

[spiritusaequitas]

[and Murph's foot goes up for the block. if he's lucky, it'll land somewhere decent]

[shepherdsveritas]

[The foot catches Connor in the stomach. He doubles over, but manages to grab said foot and wrench it to the side. He leans in trying to smack Murphy in the ear]

/needs twinfight icons. will remedy this tomorrow

[spiritusaequitas]

[boxed on the ear, OW] Oh, fuck you--

[and he's going for a hook to the stomach]

/absolutely

[shepherdsveritas]

Oof! [The wind knocked out of him, Connor stumbles. When he falls, however, he aims to fall on top of his brother]

[spiritusaequitas]

[muffled] Get the fuck offa me, retard.

[SHOVE.]

[shepherdsveritas]

[Laughs and digs an elbow into Murph's rib before he's unceremoniously shoved onto the floor]

[spiritusaequitas]

[he chuckles and holds out a hand to help him up] Seriously, though. Shouldn't need more'n a couple more days here. Then we can get out an' see all this shit fer ourselves. Figure out what we're gonna do...

[shepherdsveritas]

[Connor takes the hand up, patting the side of Murph's face before sitting down next to him on the bed]

Aye. 's soon's you can walk better we can take a look fer ourselves. Don't know 'bout you, but I'm fuckin' tired've bein' stuck in a fuckin' hospital.

[spiritusaequitas]

Makes two've us... Almos' feel like I should be markin' days on the wall.

[shepherdsveritas]

[Connor laughs] Just so long's y'don't start singin' 'Nobody Knows The Troubles I've Seen."

[spiritusaequitas]

Nah, I was thinkin' more like that old standard "Get Me Outta Here, I'm Sick'a Listenin' To My Fuckin' Retarded Brother."

[thwap.]

[shepherdsveritas]

[laughing, Connor grabs Murph for a quick noogie before hopping back over to his own bed]