(completed) To Da! Cheers.
The boys let their father's memory go.
Location: Near the train
Time: Early to mid morning.
Characters: Connor, Murphy and Lulu Spencer.
Private, Semi-private, public: Public
Rating: R-For potty mouth language
Status: Incomplete
Summary: The boys are sad, they miss their Da, they miss Ireland and there are crazy people talking about vampires around.
*Connor looked at Murphy through a haze of smoke. He had a few spent shells, his father's cross, some pennies and the bible. Offerings for a memorial. Murphy held a plain white candle. The two sat by the docks early that morning, watching boats in silence until they felt they were ready to let go.*
Connor: "Murph, ya know we seemed ta have walked from God's good grace into a pit of his abominations...if what Xander has been sayin' is true and he is not smoking crack?"
Murphy: "It's weird, everyone here seems to be so calm about it. If Da was here we'd reign vengence so swift and mighty as to cause a river of blood."
Connor: "Amen, Murph! Amen, but Da ain't here any longer and maybe we need ta re evaluate our lives a bit. I do know I am gunna be pissed many nights after work if we decide to stay in this place."
Murphy: "Aye, Connor, Aye that we will! Just no more fucking Russian mobsters!"
Connor: "It seems so weird to having to let go but he needs his proper goodbye, so he can be carried across the river and to the Lord. I just can't bring myself ta get up and do it!"
Murphy: "Fuck me, but I feel exactly the same! Gimme a smoke an' let's watch the ships fer a bit more? It seems so empty around here, but I feel like someone is always watchin'?"
*Murphy fidgeted like he always did, smoking his fag and biting his nails. Connor gazed around the pier lazily, taking in his surroundings and nodding.*
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Location: Near the train
Time: Early to mid morning.
Characters: Connor, Murphy and Lulu Spencer.
Private, Semi-private, public: Public
Rating: R-For potty mouth language
Status: Incomplete
Summary: The boys are sad, they miss their Da, they miss Ireland and there are crazy people talking about vampires around.
*Connor looked at Murphy through a haze of smoke. He had a few spent shells, his father's cross, some pennies and the bible. Offerings for a memorial. Murphy held a plain white candle. The two sat by the docks early that morning, watching boats in silence until they felt they were ready to let go.*
Connor: "Murph, ya know we seemed ta have walked from God's good grace into a pit of his abominations...if what Xander has been sayin' is true and he is not smoking crack?"
Murphy: "It's weird, everyone here seems to be so calm about it. If Da was here we'd reign vengence so swift and mighty as to cause a river of blood."
Connor: "Amen, Murph! Amen, but Da ain't here any longer and maybe we need ta re evaluate our lives a bit. I do know I am gunna be pissed many nights after work if we decide to stay in this place."
Murphy: "Aye, Connor, Aye that we will! Just no more fucking Russian mobsters!"
Connor: "It seems so weird to having to let go but he needs his proper goodbye, so he can be carried across the river and to the Lord. I just can't bring myself ta get up and do it!"
Murphy: "Fuck me, but I feel exactly the same! Gimme a smoke an' let's watch the ships fer a bit more? It seems so empty around here, but I feel like someone is always watchin'?"
*Murphy fidgeted like he always did, smoking his fag and biting his nails. Connor gazed around the pier lazily, taking in his surroundings and nodding.*
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