LAWRENCE MURPHY
Vampire
Posts: 289
Age:
106
Occupation:
Bartender
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Penny Bartlett
Played by:
Jodi
how does he know who he even is?
Last seen May 17, 2024 21:01:00 GMT
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Post by LAWRENCE MURPHY on Aug 21, 2021 15:49:08 GMT
The streets of Mystic Falls were cluttered with locals drinking their Saturday evening away, something many of them would no doubt regret tomorrow. Lawrence blended in with the humans as he made his way towards the only place that was open until the early hours of the morning. The Ruby Slipper. As always he found himself being invisibly dragged back towards the club. In a weird way it was his comfort blanket. A place he felt safe, despite not being safe at all. At least for humans, but for him it was welcoming. The smell of blood and cheap whiskey brought a smile to his face. He tried to stay away from that place on his days off but as he lay on his sofa the boredom crept up on him and there was no one around to keep him company. He still hadn’t uttered a word to Teddy in weeks and his sister was no doubt drinking in town too. The queue into the club looked long. Too long for Lawrence’s liking. He lingered towards the back for a moment, a cigarette hanging from his mouth as he watched everyone mingle with one another. From the front of the queue he could hear a commotion though. Two people arguing, one of which was certainly the bouncer. Explaining to this person they were operating a one in one policy, so no matter how much they made a scene they weren’t being let in. He took a drag from his cigarette as he considered intervening, knowing Hector only hired humans to man the doors upstairs, but whatever was going on between the pair quietened down, leaving behind general chit chat amongst the queue. It was moments like this that made him realize just how much he’d changed since becoming a vampire. A shadow of the human he once was. A person who wasn’t afraid of confrontation and knew how to stand up for himself. If only he was this version of himself when his dad told him to leave his childhood home. No longer considered part of the family because of what he was. A vampire. Lawrence lacked a bonebone back then, allowing his parents to pack a few belongings into a small bag and throw him out to the world, knowing he’d never step foot outside the valley. Knowing he had no idea how to survive out there on his own, but against the odds he made it. Over a century later he was still surviving, albeit on human blood and whiskey. Seeing his sister for the first time since leaving Canada had driven all those memories home for him. The good, the bad and the heartbreaking. A chapter of his life he had closed many years ago had now been reopened by seeing Phoebe. Despite the heartbreak that came with seeing his sibling, he was elated to have her back in his life after believing she was dead, along with the rest of his family. Lawrence turned his back on the queue, making his way down one of the alleys, towards the back door of the club. He took one last drag of his cigarette as he approached the door, but as he drew his hand up to punch the six digit code in he saw a shadow out the corner of his eye. Quickly he turned towards the person, “Ethan…” Of course it was. He took a step back from the door, turning his body towards the male, “Let me guess, they won’t let you in?... Was that you yelling at the front of the queue?” He asked, a smirk resting on his lips as he discarded the cigarette butt in the trashcan nearby. ETHAN WINTERS
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ETHAN WINTERS
Archived
dread doctors' experiment
Posts: 20
Played by:
Chanel
— you're a fraud and you know it.
Last seen Mar 23, 2023 0:23:10 GMT
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Post by ETHAN WINTERS on Aug 26, 2021 15:24:01 GMT
━ tonight, i'll have a look and try to find my face again. ━ REJECTION WAS BECOMING TOO FAMILIAR FOR ETHAN. His knuckles aching from the lazy swing he'd attempted while yelling at the top of his lungs. It all seemed a bit unfair to him, he'd gone to the trouble of purchasing a fake ID, why was he still being blocked by the Ruby Slipper? This of course, was because most bouncers on the door were at least vaguely familiar with Ethan, and there was only one club in town. He'd tried his luck with every bar and pub, and the ones who'd turfed him out he'd turned tried to work for under the table. If Ethan wasn't trying to get drunk, he was trying to make some cash. And that night, not even his best fake moustache was getting him through the front door of the Ruby Slipper.
"Stupid f*ckin' name, anyway!" He yelled, his knuckles still stinging from where he'd accidentally dragged them against the wall when the bouncer had ducked out of reach. He could toss a punch, he swore on his mom's old, drunk life.
At least, all was not lost. As Ethan gave an aggressive middle finger to the line of patrons and the unamused bouncer, he did not wander home with his tail between his legs. Instead, Ethan pulled a bundle of rollies out of his back pocket, wrapped in his little brothers handmade beaded elastic bracelet. He counted them out, pulled four free, tucked three of them back in to his pocket and put one between his lips. Meanwhile, he wandered to the club's side alley, shouldering past a couple making out and a homeless guy begging for change. He did not look up, already a little tipsy as he lit up and took a long, choking draw. That's how Lawrence found him, leaning back against the bricks with a cherry dropping ash on to the cuff of his jacket. "Laurie," He echoed with a smoky grin, voice jokingly grim.
The guy was no more than legal drinking age, at best. Ethan had been shocked when he'd found him working at the club, wandering between patrons without a bouncer breathing down his neck, or a stamp on the back of his hand. He'd wondered aloud if Lawrence was paying someone to be there, but that had just been a backhanded joke. Since then, Ethan had been finessing his way through the back entrance by preying on Lawrence's pity. He shrugged his shoulders at the quick connection, hoping Lawrence hadn't seen him miss a punch and scrape every knuckle on his right hand.
"I tried to play fair..." He drawled, eyes a little red already as he pushed off the wall and brandished his bound rollies like they were gold in his palm. "I didn't come empty handed, though," He reasoned, plucking his half finished smoke from his mouth with his free hand and tossing it away without a second glance - he'd regret that later. He turned the little bound bundle so the beaded letters could be seen by the dim light of the EXIT sign. "Look," He said sarcastically as he tossed Lawrence the bundle, pointed by an unrestrained snicker. "Says we're B-F-F's."
LAWRENCE MURPHY | hope this is okay!
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LAWRENCE MURPHY
Vampire
Posts: 289
Age:
106
Occupation:
Bartender
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Penny Bartlett
Played by:
Jodi
how does he know who he even is?
Last seen May 17, 2024 21:01:00 GMT
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Post by LAWRENCE MURPHY on Sept 3, 2021 7:42:31 GMT
There was a low groan in his throat as he spotted Ethan lurking at the end of the alleyway, the mass of blonde curls illuminated by the street lights. He liked Ethan, the guy made good company when drinking at the bar but Hector was keen to keep all trouble outside. Lawrence had already been told off a few times for letting his friend into the bar via the fire exit. It wasn’t his problem when Ethan caused a scene upstairs anyway, as he was busy working downstairs. A place that was more civil. He detested working on the bar upstairs. Drunk humans screaming their order at him like he couldn’t pick up a pin dropping to the floor from miles away. College girls trying to flirt for free drinks as they screech about the latest song being played. It was just a bit too much. Downstairs was a different kind of chaos though. Bloodshed and bodies scattered across the dark carpet. The chaos had subsided in the most recent days. Nowadays it was just a swanky bar where immortals could enjoy a whiskey and chat with their friends. There was a whole new decor to suit this new brand as well. The place no longer had the smell of blood clinging to the furniture rather it was just present in the air. Despite his internal complaints here he was. Going into Emerald City. Apparently with Ethan as well. The club had become his local now, spending almost every evening there. It wasn’t through choice, rather pure boredom. He’d yet to offer that olive branch to Teddy and Phoebe too spent most of the time parting as well. The television offered zero entertainment for him and there was only so much cleaning a person could do. Blue eyes fell down onto the rollies Ethan was presenting to him, the BBF anagram barely visible in the dark, “Barely fucking friends?” He teased, with a chuckle as he caught the bundle as it was tossed towards him. Lawrence lifted it up high, pretending to inspect them with care, “Shit rolling” He remarked with a grin as he pulled one of the rollies out to place between his lips. He dug in his jeans pocket, pulling his lighter back out having just finished his own cigarette. It wasn’t as if lung cancer was going to beat him, so there were no repercussions for him overindulging in certain vices. Flicking the lighter open he raised it to the rollie. A warm glow on the end, as he took a drag. “Hmmm” He exhaled slowly, making a small cloud with the smoke, “You do realize Hector would wear my skin as a coat if I let you in and you start a scene?” His words were literal, but Lawrence knew his words fell on deaf ears. The same promise every single time from the other male. “But let me guess… you’re gonna be on your best behaviour tonight, eh?” Until he found himself a few beers deep. ETHAN WINTERS
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ETHAN WINTERS
Archived
dread doctors' experiment
Posts: 20
Played by:
Chanel
— you're a fraud and you know it.
Last seen Mar 23, 2023 0:23:10 GMT
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Post by ETHAN WINTERS on Nov 26, 2021 1:35:52 GMT
━ tonight, i'll have a look and try to find my face again. ━ IF THERE WAS ONE THING ETHAN COULD RELY ON IT WAS THE appearance of good ol' Laurie. He was not recognisable in the way locals at Mystic Falls were, nor was he a particularly stand out guy, but he'd come to Ethan's aid on multiple occasions. There was something in the air, and it wasn't the backed up sewage system again. Laurie was just another new face in town, who seemed to haunt the exclusive (piece of sh*t) nightclub, which for all intents and purposes, had appeared to blow up overnight. Ethan was only suspicious because they would not let him in, which was against his Human Rights, according to him. Since then, Lawrence had become Ethan's Inside Man, whether he liked it or not.
"Oof-!" Ethan slapped a cold hand against his chest, gripping his shirt with theatrical agony and bowing his head. "You're dumping on me before last call?" He asked, shaking his head at the audacity of him. And yet, Lawrence still took the rollies and the bracelet. It was a poor bargaining chip, but Ethan was a cheap man with even cheaper ideals. "Gimme 'em back then," Ethan countered his harsh criticism, reaching as if to snatch back the rollie Lawrence was inspecting with a shrewd, thin lipped stare. Unfortunately, for a skinny brat Lawrence was frighteningly fast. He had the rollie between his lips before Ethan had even finished grabbing at the air uselessly, startling a laugh out of his throat as he noticed. He blinked lazy, stoned eyes and grinned as he watched the other boy light up.
"Is Hector the Big Bad Boss of you?" Ethan asked sarcastically, head tilting and hands tucked deep into his pockets. This was a familiar back and forth, the gifts exchanged and the negotiations begun. Ethan could play that game all day, the endless back and forth, like a bad game of poker where both players knew the other's hand from the get go. Moving away from the alley wall, and approaching Lawrence, Ethan slung an easy arm around his shoulders and gave him a good, friendly shake. The smoke from the boy's rollie stinging his nostrils with proximity. "I'm a good boy," He drawled, smirking expectantly as he tugged Lawrence toward that famous Exit door - Ethan's only hope for entry. "Don't you trust me?" He pitched his voice low, blood shot eyes widening and brow creasing as he stared at Lawrence, giving his shoulder another squeeze before he let go, reaching with his other hand to grab the flimsy handmade bracelet from where it clung to a rollie. He took it and with a quick slip of his fingers, snapped it over Lawrence's wrist. "I made you a friendship bracelet, man, we're practically brothers." They were not, in fact, practically anything at all.
LAWRENCE MURPHY | sorry for the hold up. i am once again a POS.
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LAWRENCE MURPHY
Vampire
Posts: 289
Age:
106
Occupation:
Bartender
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Penny Bartlett
Played by:
Jodi
how does he know who he even is?
Last seen May 17, 2024 21:01:00 GMT
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Post by LAWRENCE MURPHY on Dec 11, 2021 15:24:02 GMT
Ethan was the type of customer where a sigh would escape you upon seeing his face enter the bar. Lawrence sometimes sighed like that when crossing paths with Ethan, knowing the night wasn’t about to end well for either of them. He could easily drink that curly-headed nuisance under the table, but shit Ethan could hold his beer well. He loved Teddy, but he couldn’t exactly drag him out for a night of making bad decisions and questionable memories. He had a kid to look after. A responsible Lawrence would never experience. His only responsibility was himself and Phoebe, though she would disagree with that until she was blue in the face. Time and time again he’d see humans dragged themselves into the same bar every single day. drinking their problems away as Lawrence stood on the other side keeping their glasses topped. Sometimes he’d engage in conversation with them but most of the time he’d be there to take their money until they peeled themselves off the counter, staggered home, ready to do the same thing the following day. For Lawrence, the reason he kept his stomach full of liquor and had his liver working overtime was to keep that itch at bay. It never stopped the hunger, just forced it down to a level it was manageable, especially when he threw himself into a dance floor of excited, adrenaline pumped humans. There had been a few times a girl had pressed up against him in the club, bare neck there for the taking and he had to dig deep inside to stop his eyes from growing dark. Lawrence grinned, swiftly moving his hand out of Ethan's grabbing digits. “I would only ditch you at last call for a petite blonde girl… or brunette” He responded with a shrug, blue eyes fixed on the cigarette as he lit it. He’d never really had a type, but usually found himself falling into bed with the girls who called themselves free spirits otherwise known as trouble. Hector was the Big Bad Boss. If they weren’t vampires Lawrence was adamant he could take Hector, but the other vampire had over 600 years on him. “It’s easier to stay on his good side. Also, I kinda need the money” He didn’t have generational wealth propping him up like some vampires. Blue eyes narrowed at Ethan as he threw his arm around his shoulder. “Do I trust you to go in there, have a few quiet drinks and head on home? No way” A smirk on his face as he spoke, allowing himself to be tugged towards the door. “But I guess Saturday nights were designed to get blackout drunk, eh” If he was going to drink himself to oblivion he might as well do it with someone fun. He pulled his eyes from Ethan looking down at the childlike bracelet as Ethan slipped it over his hand. “I can see this was made with love” He brought the rollie to his mouth again, inhaling deeply as he drew it away from his mouth. He pulled away from Ethan, stepping forward, edging his head upwards as he exhaled. He dragged the lit rollie across the wall, “Any funny business and you will see me disappear in an instant” He warned, as he stashed the rest of the rollies away in his inside coat pocket. He slung his part smoked cigarette in the trash can. ETHAN WINTERS
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ETHAN WINTERS
Archived
dread doctors' experiment
Posts: 20
Played by:
Chanel
— you're a fraud and you know it.
Last seen Mar 23, 2023 0:23:10 GMT
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Post by ETHAN WINTERS on Mar 15, 2022 1:49:43 GMT
━ tonight, i'll have a look and try to find my face again. ━ LAWRENCE ALWAYS LOOKED SOBER, EVEN WITH A SPL**F IN ONE hand. With the posture of a grand ol' gentleman, it made Ethan want to laugh. At a distance he always looked older than he actually was, but baby fresh up close. "Now that," Ethan pointed a crooked finger at Lawrence. "Is the kind of deal I respect." He snapped his fingers once before he dropped his arm at his side, like some kind of straggly game show host. The smoke was going to his head, making him all kinds of confident. "Money talks, huh." Ethan shrugged, a world weary sigh tearing free from his chest as he pushed off of the alley wall with the intention of approaching Laurie, to get good and close to that baby fresh face and weasel his way into that club at any cost.
"Me and Hector, man." He pointed at his chest in negotiation. "We got similar goals, I reckon." He'd never met the man, maybe seen him tower over a crowd of dancers once or twice. Heard his name whispered like he was some kind of raven-haired deity. The club was all a bit Kafkaesque in his opinion, with malevolent Hector at the helm. Alas, it was the best place to go after dark since its grand opening, so he soldiered on. "See, he wants his club to make money," He held his hands out palms up, "I wanna give him my money." It was a bit of a stretch, Ethan would prefer not to give anyone any money, at any given time. Unfortunately, he had a point to prove and a club to get in to.
With one arm slung across Laurie's shoulder, Ethan made a cross over his head and chest with his free hand. "May the Lord strike me down," He stressed, chin tilted words a Heaven he didn't really believe in. It was a promise Ethan and Lawrence knew he could not keep, but there was something a little hazy in the funky smoke in the air, something that softened the boundary lines between truth and lies. "I will be so good, so pleasant, Hector will offer me a job when I graduate." He grinned beatifically, blinking his eyes in rapid innocence. "I stole my little brother's beads for that," Ethan jerked his chin at the bracelet he'd snapped on Laurie's wrist. "The lengths I go to, to butter you up, mate." He kissed his teeth in a weary tut, but his eyes danced with mirth. It was a stupid gift, but those were Ethan's favourite kind.
When Lawrence pulled away, Ethan already knew that he had won. He nipped it Lawrence's heels, making prayer hands in a begging gratitude. "You're the best looking guy in Mystic Falls," He cheered him on ridiculously. "At least, that's what I'm gonna tell every single blonde-slash-brunette I see in that club tonight." With a gleeful laugh, Ethan grabbed the back of Lawrence's shoulder and gave it a good, hard, friendly shake. "Someone is gonna be cradling your b*lls tonight, my friend." He pushed him a little as he let go, flicking his ear before he pulled away. "And it ain't gonna be Hector."
LAWRENCE MURPHY | the prodigal son returns.
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LAWRENCE MURPHY
Vampire
Posts: 289
Age:
106
Occupation:
Bartender
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Penny Bartlett
Played by:
Jodi
how does he know who he even is?
Last seen May 17, 2024 21:01:00 GMT
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Post by LAWRENCE MURPHY on Mar 21, 2022 13:40:44 GMT
His parents gave him some money before they kicked him out of the coven. It was clear they were expecting a thank you from their eldest son. Thank you for giving him money and a daylight ring before abandoning him to find his own way in the world. The money didn’t last long though. It was his first taste of freedom, having never left the valley so naturally, he went a little bit off the rails. Only a fraction though. He didn’t fully go off until a few years later when he opted for the humanity-free life. Lawrence let out a laugh, “I doubt it, but go on” Hector’s main goals were money, ladies and expensive things. Ethan’s however was getting into trouble and ladies. So they had one common ground. He frowned at Ethan’s comment, a trace of amusement on his face, “Ethan, we know those pockets don’t go very deep… but Hector doesn’t need to know that” There were lots of things he didn’t need to know about the club and the bar. As though Hector was the dad and Lawrence, Hannya, Lincoln and Hannya were his kids trying to cover up their fuck ups. Okay, maybe not Kit. Wolf boy never seemed to fuck up. “You don’t strike me as a religious type of guy” Ethan’s words meant nothing to him. They both knew that. “If you graduate” He quickly retorted, a grin on his face as he spoke, although he had no room to talk. He barely got through his second year at college before dropping out, deciding he was bored of following the strict rules imposed by the Salvatore school. Phoebe was doing a hell of a lot better than him at law school. “I’ll treasure it until the day I die” Smoke filled the air as he exhaled, eyes on the bracelet for a moment. Cheap, but maybe something to take the attention away from his bulky looking daylight ring. Lawrence wasn’t going to put up much of a fight with Ethan. The kid wanted to drink, and well, Lawrence was happy to assist. “Don’t forget the redheads” He added, pointing at the other male with a smile. Ethan stepped forward, giving him a shake on the shoulder. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be Hannya cradling them either. Damn, he needed to break away from the demon. “Of course, with my favourite wingman by my side” He had to hand it to Ethan, the guy sure knew how to charm a person. “I’m sure there will be some beautiful ladies in there who’ll look after you as well” There was no point warning Ethan one last time before he punched the six digit code in for a second time. The door clicked open and Lawrence pulled it open, gesturing for Ethan to go in first. “Ladies first” He stepped inside, unsure as to whether he was ready for the night ahead for the pair. ETHAN WINTERS - the end
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