001; Double intro~!
[ooc: For those that are unaware of The Boondock Saints or haven’t seen the movie and if you haven’t shame on you, here's a good clip that showcases their personalities. And Connor’s endless love of rope.]
[Even before he's opened his eyes, Murphy knows already that something's not right - it's cold, still...and quiet. Way too quiet. Opening his eyes blearily, he sits up, a black cell phone promptly falling off of his chest and onto the floor. Ignoring that for now, Murphy's unaware that the fall switched the video feed on. Right now, however, he's more concerned with finding his brother and getting out of…wherever this was.
Right about now, he becomes aware of what he's wearing - or rather, what he wasn't wearing the night before. A hospital gown..? Climbing off of the table, he steadies himself on it as he tries to figure out what the holy flying fuck was going on here]
Connor? Connor, where the fuck are ye?!
[Right about now, he sees the tag tied around his toe...]
[There is a muffled groan from the wall of freezers off to Murphy's right - then there's a loud bang, like something dense smacking into a very resilient slab of metal.]
Jesus fucken' - Christ tha' hurt! [One could almost see the man inside hold his head in pain, just from the painful noise heard thereafter.]
...Murph'?
[Now the voice quickly shifts, and sounds plain exasperated, tinged with irritation.] Murph' this isn't fucken funny you little prick, a'right? Jus' what the fuck is this?
[Murphy rips the toe tag off, though he can't really read it in the dim light. With another look around, hoping that maybe Connor was on another table elsewhere in the room. However, this theory is debunked by the sudden 'bang' sound, closely followed by his brother's voice.]
The fuck..?
[Going over to the source, he presses his ear to one of them, trying to work out which one Connor's in.]
Ye think I'm enjoyin' this??
[Eventually, he finds Connor's 'freezer', and pulls the drawer out, backing up when he feels how fucken freezing it is in there.]
Th’fuck're ye doin' in a goddamn fucken freezer-?! Where th'hell are we, Conn - I'm pretty sure Rocco doesn't live in a fucken morgue.
[Connor jumps out as soon as the drawer is open, the tips of his hair coated in little ice particles. He's jumping up and down on the balls of his feet, blowing into his hands to warm them.]
How th'fuck should I know why I woke up in a fucken' freezer? I sure as fuck didn't put meself there!
[Slamming the freezer shut again, Murphy rubs his hands together for the same reason as he gauges his brother, trying to see if he's joking or not.]
Well I don't fucken know, do I?
[Glancing down, he see's that Connor has a matching tag. He indicates to it.]
You've got one as well..Conn', if you're tryin' ta trick me or somethin', it got old about 5 minutes ago.
[Suddenly remembering the device he had on him, Murphy looks back to the table, walking over to it, before finding said device on the floor. The little red 'recording' light brings a scowl to his face as he picks it up.]
Th'fuck..
I ain't kiddin', Murph'... [He's seen reading the tag, face scrunched together as he skims the words.] 'Connor Macmanus, five eleven, one hundred -.... Welcome to 'Abax'?' Jus' what th'hell was Rocco smokin' las' night? Speakin' of, where is the hairy prick?
Th'fuck should I know, I jus' told ye, I woke up here...[Glancing over at Connor.] This thing's recordin' us - [Now directly addressing the cell phone] I know someone can hear this - where th'fuck are we?
[The taller twin thwacks Murphy's head with the tag.] Says 'Abax' right there, who taught yeh ta read?
[Really? When he was trying to get answers? The phone is set down heavily as Murphy gives Connor a hard shove] A'right GENIUS, where the fuck is 'Abax'? Hm? Cos I ain't fucken heard'a it-!!
[Yeah, really. He's frustrated and cold and there are things that are supposed to be on the outside that were damn near on the inside and oh yes did he forget to mention he woke up in a fucken freezer? In return, he smacks Murphy with his open palm, then grabs his hair and shoves him face down toward the floor.]
An' the fucken' camera tha's randomly recordin' us is jus' magically gonna start spoutin' words of encouragement, is it?
Ah-! Hey FUCK YA-!! [Managing to roll onto his back, he brings a knee up into Connor's abdomen, whacking him round the head all the while.]
If it's recordin', then there's a chance it's broadcastin', ye fucken retard-! Someone might pick it up or somethin', I don't fucken know-!! [No, he really has no idea - he just doesn't want to admit that he might be wrong.] Get th'fuck off'a me!
[That hurt you son of a bitch! They are now effectively sprawled on the cold tile floor, naked except for their paper-thin gowns, and wrestling like a pair of Irish teenagers.]
Th'fuck sci-fi land you livin' in, Rambo? This isn't Star Trek! Yeh hopin' Kirk's gonna start broadcastin' to yeh - ow! Yeh motherfuckin prick!
[And it’s then that a blurry limb smacks the phone, knocking the feed offline.]
[ooc: Darker green font is Connor, lighter green is Murphy~ <3]
[Even before he's opened his eyes, Murphy knows already that something's not right - it's cold, still...and quiet. Way too quiet. Opening his eyes blearily, he sits up, a black cell phone promptly falling off of his chest and onto the floor. Ignoring that for now, Murphy's unaware that the fall switched the video feed on. Right now, however, he's more concerned with finding his brother and getting out of…wherever this was.
Right about now, he becomes aware of what he's wearing - or rather, what he wasn't wearing the night before. A hospital gown..? Climbing off of the table, he steadies himself on it as he tries to figure out what the holy flying fuck was going on here]
Connor? Connor, where the fuck are ye?!
[Right about now, he sees the tag tied around his toe...]
[There is a muffled groan from the wall of freezers off to Murphy's right - then there's a loud bang, like something dense smacking into a very resilient slab of metal.]
Jesus fucken' - Christ tha' hurt! [One could almost see the man inside hold his head in pain, just from the painful noise heard thereafter.]
...Murph'?
[Now the voice quickly shifts, and sounds plain exasperated, tinged with irritation.] Murph' this isn't fucken funny you little prick, a'right? Jus' what the fuck is this?
[Murphy rips the toe tag off, though he can't really read it in the dim light. With another look around, hoping that maybe Connor was on another table elsewhere in the room. However, this theory is debunked by the sudden 'bang' sound, closely followed by his brother's voice.]
The fuck..?
[Going over to the source, he presses his ear to one of them, trying to work out which one Connor's in.]
Ye think I'm enjoyin' this??
[Eventually, he finds Connor's 'freezer', and pulls the drawer out, backing up when he feels how fucken freezing it is in there.]
Th’fuck're ye doin' in a goddamn fucken freezer-?! Where th'hell are we, Conn - I'm pretty sure Rocco doesn't live in a fucken morgue.
[Connor jumps out as soon as the drawer is open, the tips of his hair coated in little ice particles. He's jumping up and down on the balls of his feet, blowing into his hands to warm them.]
How th'fuck should I know why I woke up in a fucken' freezer? I sure as fuck didn't put meself there!
[Slamming the freezer shut again, Murphy rubs his hands together for the same reason as he gauges his brother, trying to see if he's joking or not.]
Well I don't fucken know, do I?
[Glancing down, he see's that Connor has a matching tag. He indicates to it.]
You've got one as well..Conn', if you're tryin' ta trick me or somethin', it got old about 5 minutes ago.
[Suddenly remembering the device he had on him, Murphy looks back to the table, walking over to it, before finding said device on the floor. The little red 'recording' light brings a scowl to his face as he picks it up.]
Th'fuck..
I ain't kiddin', Murph'... [He's seen reading the tag, face scrunched together as he skims the words.] 'Connor Macmanus, five eleven, one hundred -.... Welcome to 'Abax'?' Jus' what th'hell was Rocco smokin' las' night? Speakin' of, where is the hairy prick?
Th'fuck should I know, I jus' told ye, I woke up here...[Glancing over at Connor.] This thing's recordin' us - [Now directly addressing the cell phone] I know someone can hear this - where th'fuck are we?
[The taller twin thwacks Murphy's head with the tag.] Says 'Abax' right there, who taught yeh ta read?
[Really? When he was trying to get answers? The phone is set down heavily as Murphy gives Connor a hard shove] A'right GENIUS, where the fuck is 'Abax'? Hm? Cos I ain't fucken heard'a it-!!
[Yeah, really. He's frustrated and cold and there are things that are supposed to be on the outside that were damn near on the inside and oh yes did he forget to mention he woke up in a fucken freezer? In return, he smacks Murphy with his open palm, then grabs his hair and shoves him face down toward the floor.]
An' the fucken' camera tha's randomly recordin' us is jus' magically gonna start spoutin' words of encouragement, is it?
Ah-! Hey FUCK YA-!! [Managing to roll onto his back, he brings a knee up into Connor's abdomen, whacking him round the head all the while.]
If it's recordin', then there's a chance it's broadcastin', ye fucken retard-! Someone might pick it up or somethin', I don't fucken know-!! [No, he really has no idea - he just doesn't want to admit that he might be wrong.] Get th'fuck off'a me!
[That hurt you son of a bitch! They are now effectively sprawled on the cold tile floor, naked except for their paper-thin gowns, and wrestling like a pair of Irish teenagers.]
Th'fuck sci-fi land you livin' in, Rambo? This isn't Star Trek! Yeh hopin' Kirk's gonna start broadcastin' to yeh - ow! Yeh motherfuckin prick!
[And it’s then that a blurry limb smacks the phone, knocking the feed offline.]
[ooc: Darker green font is Connor, lighter green is Murphy~ <3]