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a haon - the blood of cu chulainn

[a week and change had been more than enough time to be holed up in the clinic, as far as the MacManus brothers could figure. maybe some of the staff might disagree, but they'd been up and running sooner from worse injuries. the thing that had really held them back had been the unfamiliar territory ... but now that they felt steady and stable enough, it was time to change that.

a quick stop at the room Connor had found with their names on it was all they needed. Loading up laundry duffels with clothes from their bureaus and grabbing a few essential items from the bathroom, the twins sling their worldly possessions over their shoulders and head for the lobby]

Christ, I can't wait to get out in the fresh air...

Aye. ‘Bout fuckin’ time, too. [Connor buttons up his black pea coat and smirks at his brother. Without another word he shoves the big doors open and takes a deep breath of the crisp winter air.]

[the first deep breath pulls Murphy’s lungs tight with the cold, and he coughs as he tugs on a pair of short leather gloves] Arright, let’s see what we got here.... [he shuffles down the front steps and turns to face the castle, backing up as he tilts his head back to have a look, before turning back around to survey the road] Doesn’ look like it’s too far down. Walked farther’n’ that to the plant, I’d figure.

[Connor whistles as he looked up at the castle. Sure he’s walked around inside it, but it was different seeing the outside of the thing. Shaking his head, he strides down the steps and smacks Murphy in the arm] Shouldn’t take us too long, even with you hoppin’ along on one foot, now. [He cracks up and starts off before his brother can hit him]

You’ll see how good my foot is now when I kick you in the fuckin’ face with it! [laughing, he runs after his brother - only limping slightly, to House and Carson’s credit!]

((OOC: OPEN POST! Feel free to run into the boys just about anywhere you please - on their way to the lobby, out on the road, or in the town proper! … Orange has been Murph and green has been Connor. This post has been brought to you by Ireland.))

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[Murph leans on his brother's shoulder, chuckling softly as the calm of the church washes over them. he wonders, briefly, who could've left the little icon there on the back of the pew, but then realizes that it's almost even more beautiful when it's a mystery. some little token that will always be there to remind him to keep his sense of wonder, and keep his eyes open for beauty.

without warning, he yawns, cavernously, then blinks in surprise] ... Guess I'm beat, then. Pssht.

[he claps Connor on the shoulder and sits up a little]

[That shit's contagious, you know. Connor yawns, himself, smacking Murph's leg before standing up]

That makes two've us. I'll see if there's a place we can crash.

[He wanders off in search of some couches, or at least a few blankets or something they could use. It didn't take him long to find what looked like they used to be the priest's quarters. There was only one bed but there were plenty of blankets, he could make do. He headed back to his brother.]

I found a room we can use fer tonight. [He reaches out a hand to help Murphy up] Let's get some rest, aye?

Sounds good t' me. [bracing himself with his free hand against the pew in front of him, Murph pulls himself stiffly to his feet with his brother's help, his leg protesting at being used again so soon]

Fuck. ... [he instantly crosses himself - oops, sorry for swearing in your house, God] Arright, let's go. ... S'over there?

[re-accustoming himself to the pain, he grits his teeth and heads toward the room he watched Connor come back in from]

[Connor winces at Murph's pain. If he could he would take it away from him. However, he knew that they each had their own crosses to bear. His side was burning from taking on Murph's weight for so long. He grasps him around the waist and drapes his brother's arm over his shoulders]

Aye. 's not far. [He leads them tho the room, taking Murph directly to the bed]

[once they're in the room, Murphy detaches himself and makes his way over to the bed on his own. he already feels bad enough making Connor into his human crutch for half the night - the least he can do is take the last few feet on his own steam]

... Thanks.

[he takes the extra pillows off the cot and tosses them at his brother] Here. Make yerself a fort.

[Connor watches, making sure Murph makes it to the bed in one piece. He catches the thrown pillows and scoffs at his brother]

Fuck off. I'm givin' you th'bed, aren't I?

[Not that he minded, of course. He wasn't the one walking on the bum leg. He pulled some blankets out of the closet, layering them on the floor and plopping the pillows on top of them. The muscles in his side protested as he laid down. It took a little maneuvering but he eventually found a relatively comfortable position. He sighed softly, closing his eyes.]

G'night, Murph.

[Murphy chuckled quietly, then slowly and stiffly stretched out on the cot, laying on his back and folding his hands over his stomach. a moment passed as he let his body settle and rest, feeling every sore, tired muscle slowly release. keeping his breathing slow and even as he worked through the last few pangs of pain in his leg, he focused his gaze on the rafters overhead.

where he'd been reasonably awake before, something about the simple fact of lying horizonally and being comfortable sent the weight of the day tugging at his eyelids....]

Nigh', Connor.

[and with that last effort at consciousness, the twins slipped into sleep...

where a dream was patiently waiting.]

((OOC: Spoiler warnings for the second movie in the dream sequence.))

[As dawn's light started filtering through the dirty windows the twins gasped and sat up as one.

Connor was breathing heavily as he raised his eyes to his brother, the remnants of the dream leaving a lump in his throat. He didn't say a word. He didn't have to.]

[catching his breath, Murphy met his twin's eyes, then sat up properly.

in the long silence that followed, he processed both dream and reality, until he came to a suitable conclusion]

Guess we better start lookin' for jobs.

[Sitting up, himself, Connor nods, slowly.]

Aye. An' a place t'stay.

[He pauses, letting his eyes roam around the room. The gears started turning in his head and he looked back at his brother with a small smirk]

Or... [Does he even need to finish that sentence, dear brother?]

Good jobs. [he amends, following Connor's gaze. as livable as the church is, it's still in disrepair]

An' a lumberyard.

[Connor smiles, nodding]

Not a bad start.

[he rubs the sleep from his eyes with a quiet groan as his muscles remember that moving is still kind of painful]

Y'know what else'd be a good start?

[Connor pushes himself to his feet, stretching his arms out. His back protested from sleeping on the blanket pile but the tension slowly started to ease as he moved.]

Somethin' t'eat?

[Yet, something about the dream nagged at him. He ran through it and the other dreams they'd had and it came to him. Frowning, he moved to sit on the edge of the bed next to his brother]

Murph. Y'know, someone told me somethin' last week. I wasn't sure sure if I believed 'im at first, but th'more I think about it... [He sighs, shaking his head] Y'ever wonder why we haven't seen Smecker?

Huh. .... Hadn't till you brought it up. [he frowns a little, as the details of the dream come floating back up and filling in around the message itself]

But yeah, how come we didn' see him, 'stead've whoever that other guy was?

[Staer] Th'other guy? Y'mean Greenly? [He shakes his head. Maybe his brother was just having trouble remembering it properly. In any case..."

Yeah. So this guy says he an' Eunice were here a while back. [He pauses] An' that Smecker isn't dead.

... What? [he coughed, half surprise, half necessity] How the -- how could he not be dead?

Accordin' t' Ianto he faked it.

Faked it? ... [Murph's expression is rather plainly of the what-the-fuck variety for a moment, then it fades, and he chuckles]

Well, sure sounds like somethin' the son of a bitch'd do. He's smart as shite. [he swings his legs stiffly over the side of the bed and starts to stretch out]

Aye. [He nods thoughtfully, sliding down to give Murph room.]

Apparently he an' Ianto were close. [He pauses] He knows 'bout us.

[Murph just stares at him for a moment, quietly. if Smecker knew this man, and trusted him enough to tell him their work .... it was as good as a seal of approval, for him. he nods]

Guess I better meet 'im, then.

[He nods] Might not be a bad idea t'see who else might've known 'em while they were here... what they know.

Aye. [once he's properly stretched, he makes his way stiffly to his feet]

But I think s'more important right now t'see who else might know a bit about makin' breakfast.

[He raises an eyebrow]

You'd better be thinkin' 'bout findin' some place 'round here 'cause y'must've hit yer head if y'think I'm makin' yer ass breakfast.

[He laughs as he stands]

More like I'd hafta have a death-wish t' wanna eat your cookin'. [he gives him a light shove and heads for the door] ... Gotta be someplace we can get somethin' ... only ... all I got's fuckin' pennies.

[he fishes in his pockets --- and instead of pennies, he comes up with a fistful of Caisos]

... the hell?

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