daredevil

kaven matthew murdock, 21

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ofmurdocks:

[ outgoing message // k​ ] : i dont want it. i need it, there’s a difference [ outgoing message // k​ ] : i wanna make a new fake but i need to use urs as a base.

[ outgoing message // mm ] : aren’t you going to be a lawyer? [ outgoing message // mm ] : but yeah- i’m in my room

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ofmurdocks:

[ outgoing message // k​ ] : and ur point is … ? [ outgoing message // k ] : kaven.

[ outgoing message // mm ] : tell me why you want it. 

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ofmurdocks:

[ outgoing message // k​ ] : i cant be ur least fave. u dont have another. that makes me ur fave, by default [ outgoing message // k ] : dont ask questions !! just gimme !!   

[ outgoing message // mm ] : well- that also means that your statement about me being your favorite is by default [ outgoing message // mm ] : hm. no

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ofmurdocks:

[ outgoing message // @murdockisms​ ] : hello to my fave big bro !!!!!!!! no1 murdock !!! not the hero this town needs but the one it deserves !!!! i just wanna check in and make sure u are having a good day !!!  [ outgoing message // k ] : also can i have ur id ? thank u !! 

[ outgoing message // mm ] : hello to my least favorite little sister !! what do you need ? [ outgoing message // mm ] : why do you need my id?

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rhea.:

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“oh - hey! you must be the new guy!” at this point, rhea was used to being the first person to arrive at the shelter in the morning’s - not easy for someone who was late to most things, but something she’d really worked on getting good at in the year and a half she’d been volunteering. everywhere else in her life, she was a mess, but at the shelter… rhea did her best work, and that had resulted in her being trusted with a key to the premises of her very own - the only sorta status symbol someone could acquire at the shelter. she was always early, she worked hard and usually had a lot of the early morning jobs done before the owner ( annetta ) arrived, and secretly she liked to think of herself as their best and most reliable… so she felt a little bit upstaged as she rocked up a half hour before her shift officially started to find the new worker already there. still. since no one else was in for a couple hours, it was rhea’s job to help him get settled - and be friendly as she did so. “you’re early, which is good - there’s lots to get done in the morning, and you’re new, so… we’ll need the extra time. it’s nothin-” she’d been in the process of unlocking the front door when her downturned gaze had settled on his feet, and she cut herself off, voice concerned- “did you bring other shoes? cause… they’ll definitely get ruined.”

“Yep- I’m the new guy,” he responded with a short and rather awkward laugh, something almost out of character for someone as usually calm and collected as Kaven was. But he was nervous, perhaps even a little terrified- he was used to trying new things and stepping beyond his comfort, but somehow that had never led to this. Sure he’d volunteered, hell he’d volunteered a lot. But never at an animal shelter. He’d never even owned a pet- how he thought he’d be able to do this he wasn’t sure. But as always- he saw his challenge and met it head on. He’d arrived early, taking a seat on a bench as he waited for someone else. Thankfully it wasn’t long before the girl arrived, a smile appearing on his face as he rose to greet her. “I’m Kaven,” he introduced himself, extending a hand as he took a moment to scan over her. She was pretty and on top of that she seemed nice, perhaps things wouldn’t be so bad. “My shoes?” he repeated, arching an eyebrow as he glanced down at the pair of tennis shoes on his feet before looking up at the girl. “I didn’t- but it’s fine, I’m due for a new pair anyways,” he said with a laugh. It was a lie- but he figured it was best if he didn’t worry her. “Apart from the shoes- am I dressed okay?” he added, deciding it was best not to leave the conversation there. 

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rafaella.:

open starter;

“do you think i can balance this on my nose?” ella asked, holding up the spoon she was using to eat her lunch earlier. “i’ve seen people do it. it can’t be hard, right?”

He couldn’t help but chuckle as he listened to what the girl had to say, a small smile appearing on his face as he cocked his head to the side. “You won’t know until you try,” he offered with a small laugh and shrug of his shoulders. “It’s all about patience.”

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“Mind if I sit here?” the older of the two males asked, not bothering to wait for a response before taking a seat across from the redhead. The library was incredibly crowded at this time of the year and finding an open seat was rare, so when he found one Kaven didn’t hesitate to take it. “I’m Kaven by the way, Kaven Murdock,” he introduced himself with a smile, reaching across the table to shake the other’s hand. Allowing his hand to fall to his side, he began to remove his books from his bag. 

@jacks-onian

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margaret.:

“ok,” maggie replied slowly as if she DIDN’T understand, even though she absolutely did grasp what he was saying and the intended point of the taser. still holding it gingerly as if it might turn on and electrocute her without warning, she pushed it out and then pulled it in like it was some kind of blade instead of a regular looking black taser, testing its weight and even going so far as to hold it chest level with kaven when she was done that display, looking at him over it, “you know what buena vista means in spanish, right? i don’t think anywhere called good view can really be THAT bad.”

As their conversation dragged on, Kaven found himself quickly beginning to lose his patience- not that he had a lot to begin with. He had done his research- and he knew what he was doing, so why would she question that? He wouldn’t just go around handing her a taser if he didn’t think it was absolutely necessary. Yet he remained silent, clenching his jaw- as he watched her handle the taser. “I’ve read things, articles Maggie- people die here, at a larger rate than they should for a town this size,” he spoke slowly in order to stress the importance of the situation as he looked eyes with his sister.

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margaret.:

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hefting the ( surprising ) weight of the small black gadget that kaven had pushed into her hands FAR too casually for her liking, maggie turned it over and over for a long minute, studying it intensely before curiosity got the better of her and she shifted her gaze back to his- “what is this supposed to be?”

In the time that had passed since he had handed the taser to his sister- Kaven had forgotten how to breath, his eyebrows furrowed together as he anxiously watched his sister- waiting for her reaction. It made sense for her to be confused, perhaps even shocked- but that didn’t require such a long period of silence. “It’s for your protection,” he responded, finally exhaling as focused his attention on his sister. “I did some research about this place, this town- and if a fraction of what I found is true, well you’ll need it.” 

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my dad was a fighter. old school, a boxer. lost more than he won. had a 24-31 record before he….- but he could take a punch. jesus, he could take a punch. guys he went up against used to say it was like hitting oak, and on nights when he was outmatched, my dad’s strategy was to let ‘em hit him ‘til they broke their hands. never got knocked out, my dad. knocked down, sure, but he always got back up. he was always on his feet when he lost. every now and then, though… he’d get hit and something inside him would snap. my grandmother - she was the real catholic. fear of god ran deep, you’d have liked her - she used to say, “BE CAREFUL OF THE MURDOCK BOYS, THEY GOT THE DEVIL IN ‘EM.” and you’d see it sometimes, in the ring. his eyes would go dead… and he’d start walking forward real slow, hands at his sides like he wasn’t afraid of anything. and the other guy would see that look and he’d try to get away from him, but… my dad, he’d catch him and trap him in corner. let the devil out. 

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