I feel like with all the Irishness around that tumblr must have been wasted therefore it got confused... Yeah... Oh an If he did kill her it won't be that big a deal since Dante basically is dead.
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I feel like with all the Irishness around that tumblr must have been wasted therefore it got confused... Yeah... Oh an If he did kill her it won't be that big a deal since Dante basically is dead.
Murphy's features were grumpy and his voice equally irritated as he tugged at Connor's arm almost childishly. "An riachtanas is gá duit."
Dante growled slightly as she reached out for Connor as well before dropping her hands. Connor was Murphy's first and she knew he'd pick his twin over her. "Mine..." She whined before looking down biting her lower lip.
"Who’d have guessed you could pull such a face?”
Indy whimpered. The other man had put him through hours of pain. For sick fun. He wasn't entirely sure how he'd managed to get himself into this situation; he thought he could trust the Irishman. "I'm pretty sure I never had the opportunity to make whatever face you say I just made," He said, unable to keep the smartass comment to himself.
"Don’t look at me like that."
"How else am I supposed to look at you, Murphy? I didn't expect this shit from you at all!" Indy said, gesturing to the bloody body on the ground. "What other things have I been missing about you?"
"What do you mean you didn’t get me anything?"
"I-I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t know what you would want. I apologize. Is there some way I can make it up to you?"
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The night was crisp, quiet, and innocent; for now. Not while Murphy and Xavier were roaming around aimlessly with nothing to do but wait and kill. The first murders were all on Murphy; rather it wasn’t murders but a massacre. The alley was across from the building he wanted to strike. With haste, he grabbed his bottle and made a quick Molotov cocktail and threw it into the window. The window smashed into pieces and Murphy turned to look at Xavier,
"Ye gonna t’row one pussy?"
Xavier nodded and grabbed his own bottle, making his own flaming cocktail from it. He threw the bottle into the second window and the flame took flight, devouring anything in its path. He felt pride in himself for hanging out with Murphy, he had always feared him but this proved to himself that he wasn’t all that scary and rather fun to be around. They watched together as their act of violence claimed the unlucky lives of those in the building, the flames engulfing the entire structure.
"Come on ye lil shit, let’s go."
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Name: Murphy Age: 28 Height: 5'11 Location: Directly behind ye Interests: Flaying people alive, torture, t'e usual Why do you want to be my valentine: Because if ye don' let me be ye valentine, t'en 'm jus' gon' ta take out ye heart and give it ta someone else.