LAWRENCE MURPHY
Vampire
Posts: 316
Age:
106
Occupation:
Bartender
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Penny Bartlett
Played by:
Jodi
how does he know who he even is?
Last seen Nov 20, 2024 15:54:32 GMT
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Post by LAWRENCE MURPHY on Jan 9, 2023 21:20:18 GMT
Phoebe would have sent him back on that plane to England if he came home with some lousy souvenir for her so he tried his best to bring her something back rather than a tote bag with Ben Big etched on the front. The English loved their tea so a few boxes of that was thrown into his suitcase, plus a delicate necklace from Harrods. Lawrence took a page out of his sister’s book, convincing the sales assistant to give it to him for a heavily discounted price. His wallet didn’t stretch quite that far. Now his finger was bare once again and he was doomed to avoid the sun. Hector took the daylight from Lawrence the moment they landed in America. Some vampires would pay good money for a daylight ring and Hector wasn’t about to give one to Lawrence for free, especially as he was so careless to lose his last one. Lawrence didn’t even bother arguing the point that he hadn’t lost it. He knew exactly where it was. With Penny, who still had the audacity to deny being a dragon even though he’d seen it with his own eyes. That bitch had wings and breathed fire so what else was she? It was a blessing in disguise when Remzi got sent home from the trip. Lawrence didn’t need Remzi there encouraging reckless behavior and feeding from the locals every night. Plus it was embarrassing that a newborn vampire had more control over his bloodlust compared to Lawrence. It was working progress though. He’d gasped control once before, so it wasn’t impossible to do it again. Just another page he needed to take out of his sister's book considering she seemed to have everything under control, not that he’d ever ask her for advice. He was the older sibling, the one who was supposed to be offering guidance. The less she knew the better given she was already questioning his life decisions with Penny and Hannya. Perhaps Hannya had done him a favor by cutting him off, giving him a chance to escape her clutch without dying. He tried warning Penny about Hannya, but she brushed it off as if she didn’t to worry that a demon may potentially try and kill her. He didn’t push the subject too far though by mentioning to Penny that Hannya could be stronger than her. He didn’t fully understand why Hannya was pissed at him either, it wasn’t like he was sinking his teeth into Penny as well. Her blood probably tasted bitter like her heart with a hot undertone because she definitely was a dragon, no matter how hard she tried to deny it. He pulled into the car park outside of the dorms at Whitmore College, switched the engine and locked up. There was a huge sign about paying to park, but Lawrence dismissed it. The car was just another thing he convinced the salesperson to sell to him for very cheap. Hell knows how long this one would last considering he had a tendency to total cars or have them towed. At least the paperwork was in his name this time. The dorms at Whitmore always had him scrunching up his nose a little. So many people in such a small space. He found his sister’s dorm, rattling on the door before walking inside. “I came bearing gifts.” He placed the boxes of various brands of tea down on Phoebe’s bed before handing her the small Harrods box. “Sorry I didn’t text you much. I broke my phone and had to buy a new one… by broke I mean Kit kicked me into the River Thames after I upset him so my phone was ruined.” He explained with a shrug of the shoulders. PHOEBE MURPHY |
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PHOEBE MURPHY
Vampire
Posts: 94
Age:
102
Occupation:
DA Intern
Status:
Single
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Oct 14, 2024 19:27:09 GMT
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Post by PHOEBE MURPHY on Feb 10, 2023 18:58:01 GMT
She could’ve cheated her way through this - compelled the professors to give her top grades, to believe that she’d been there right in the front row of the class the whole way through the semester. All it would’ve taken was a little compulsion and a dose of the sort of guilt she’d supposedly been impervious to. Maybe there weren’t many things that did jab at her conscience – for good reason – but the things that did make it through hurt. Stabbing pain singing through her at the thought of not eventually passing the bar off her own back, her pride aching in tandem, something far more crippling tearing at her when she thought of Joshua and what she could’ve done differently to change things.
Phoebe scowled at the practice paper in front of her, flipped it closed with the last question still unanswered and tossed it onto the pile. In his pickled brain – maybe the thief had sucked his brain out along with his ring off of his finger – he'd heard ‘I feel guilty for the man I loved dying a slow and agonising death’ and turned it into Phoebe murdered her boyfriend and that’s why she became a bitch. No, he hadn’t just heard it, he’d gone and told Teddy all about it, setting off a confession that she’d never imagined she’d hear out of his mouth.
His lips had thinned down to that sour little line when she’d come calling that first time – Lawrence's fault again – losing that soft curve she’d dragged her teeth over. Warmth draining from his face until she’d needed to push back. They’d flickered back into a curve when he’d sat on the edge of her bed and tried to patch up the bridge he’d torched between them by letting her know they were just the same, they’d both killed someone they’d loved.
Ugh. She’d be screwed if she admitted that it had always felt that way. There’d been no blood on her hands, no memory of it to stain them invisibly now as she stared down at them – spread on top of the (alright, it was cliché) yellow legal notepad, covered with neat notes, nails freshly painted a watermelon pink (fingers and toes). Just that clinging stray thought that if she hadn’t kept draining his life, perhaps his body wouldn’t have failed him the way it had, rotting on a cellular level, draining that life from him until it had only been the fragile, grey shell left of the man she had loved for decades. None of that was going to reach Lawrence’s ears when he got back from his trip. When being the operative word.
Had she tried to track Hector’s plane back? Maybe.
Her chin rose imperviously. Phoebe flopped back in her seat and stared at the clock on the wall. It was supposed to have been a week long trip, although if Lawrence hadn’t ended up a sooty stain on some London street he was now days overdue. The texts she’d sent had gone ignored, even the one she’d sent after Teddy had left threatening to remove more than his ring for entirely screwing things up again. Maybe he’d picked up for Teddy, accepting that quiet condemnation, apologising for it to him. Maybe he hadn’t and she wasn’t so far off the mark with the sooty stain thought.
No. She wasn’t worrying about Lawrence, wasn’t even feeling sorry for Teddy, although he was one of the needles working its way through her conscience because him ending up caught up in the middle of her and Lawrence’s reunion had been shitty – even if that first night hadn’t been (she wasn’t counting the morning after). Lawrence was fine, Teddy was probably back to hating her, and she was going to ace this exam.
Tugging the exam paper back, Phoebe began answering the questions again. Scrawling, arguing (which was apparently what she did best), disappointing herself when she couldn’t call a particular case immediately to mind. Tapping her pen against the paper as she tried to formulate her final answer and practically launching it through Lawrence’s head when he came strolling in like he’d been gone a day not more than a week.
Hazel eyes narrowed at him as she swivelled in his direction. Gifts? Was she honestly that easy to buy? Well …
Phoebe’s mouth pursed, her fingers closing around the small box. Apologies already. Oh, he’d definitely spoken to Teddy, although that wasn’t his biggest regret. ”Like the Greeks?” she finally asked, brows rising. ”At least you picked a fancy Trojan Horse.” And it was pretty, a delicate little necklace, the sort of thing that wouldn’t drown her and didn’t look like it would turn her neck green either. Definitely not a knock off he’d picked up in some touristy spot.
Tea too. She cut her gaze across to it, tried to settle like a broody hen who’d had the chance to ruffle its feathers. It last all of two seconds though before Phoebe was setting the box down on the table and throwing her pen at him. ”You practically disappear for a week after depth charging my life and screwing up any chance you’ve got of Teddy ever accepting me in the Odd Couple thing you two have going on and all I get is … trinkets, tea and you putting all the blame on Kit? You’re the worst. Honestly, what the hell is wrong with you?” Other than being deaf, stupid enough to let a werewolf, even one twice his width with pretty blue eyes, kick him into a river and not being able to read a woman with a magnifying glass and a map to every damn bit of them that was.
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LAWRENCE MURPHY
Vampire
Posts: 316
Age:
106
Occupation:
Bartender
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Penny Bartlett
Played by:
Jodi
how does he know who he even is?
Last seen Nov 20, 2024 15:54:32 GMT
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Post by LAWRENCE MURPHY on Mar 31, 2023 16:00:52 GMT
As soon as he entered the room he could sense Phoebe was pissed at something although he assumed it was all that college work which was stacking high on her desk. God it looked intimidating. Just looking at it made him feel relieved that he chose to drop out of the Salvatore School, but looking back it was a poor decision from the outset. Even though he had fun in London and part of him didn’t want the vacation to end he had missed Phoebe, a lot. This was the longest they had spent apart since they’d been reunited on the dancefloor in The Ruby Slipper. Since then he hadn’t gone longer than 48 hours without seeing his sister. Those first few weeks they would spend hours talking about where life had taken them, including the good, the bad and the ugly. Unfortunately, he had then gone and shared the ugly with Teddy without thinking. He would have been furious if she went running to Teddy to tell him Lawrence had spent two years ruthlessly killing humans. It was hard enough to confess that to his sister. There was a train of thought behind his actions though. He was hoping if he told Teddy about Phoebe’s heartbreak, he’d understand why she wasn’t keen to text him back or meet up again. His eyes narrowed slightly as she made reference to the Greeks. What the hell did the Greeks have to do with his gifts? “Yeah, just like the Greeks.” He had no idea what he was on about when she mentioned the fancy Trojan Horse too. He was certain that it was some kind of computer virus because Hector mentioned it when he told the staff to stay away from his computer because he didn’t need them downloading a virus from a dodgy website. His hand darted up in a blur as he grabbed the pen before it struck him in the cheek. It wasn’t the warm welcoming he was expecting from his sister. He twirled it in his fingers, half tempted to throw it back at her but instead he tossed it down on her bed. “Wait… what the fuck has Teddy got to do with this? Seriously. Kit did push me into the Thames.” The same way he and Remzi kicked Linc out of the London Eye after he spent too long dithering at the door, acting like he was going to die when they hit the ground. PHOEBE MURPHY |
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PHOEBE MURPHY
Vampire
Posts: 94
Age:
102
Occupation:
DA Intern
Status:
Single
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Oct 14, 2024 19:27:09 GMT
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Post by PHOEBE MURPHY on Apr 7, 2023 18:16:38 GMT
As head of the coven Lawrence wouldn’t have needed to be smart. Magical skill and the ability to father the next generation were all you needed – and a pretty face wouldn’t have hurt there (even if that too was questionable at times). Tucked away in the valley the rest didn’t matter a bit. If it had Lawrence would’ve perhaps had enough emotional and spatial awareness to realise that something was off the moment he’d walked in. Instead he’d led with the excuses, pretty little baubles – alright, those were going to be appreciated once she’d got this out of her system – small delays that weren’t going to save him from the roasting he was going to get here.
From the outside it might have looked as though she was impervious to it all – Phoebe didn’t give a one night stand her phone number the next morning, oh look, that must mean she doesn’t have a heart at all – but developing a skin thick enough to shield herself from most of those slings and arrows hadn’t been as fast or as easy as it looked. Her heart had been broken multiple times first. She’d sobbed over the loss of her brother, had felt like some vital part of her had been cut out when her parents had banished her from the coven and the valley (already swearing to leave it one day made no difference to never being able to go back). Joshua had died.
She puffed out a breath as she looked down at the bag – a handful of times over the last couple of days she’d thought that she might’ve lost Lawrence again. He didn’t deserve any sort of easy forgiveness after that. Phoebe rolled her gaze towards him now, then just full on rolled her eyes. ”I’m not even gonna pretend that you understood that reference. Homer’s not exactly on your bedside table, is he?” Lawrence couldn’t have been less academic if he’d tried. He hadn’t spent long winters snowed into a valley, curled up under a quilt with someone he loved reading those stories of ancient worlds neither one of them would ever get the chance to see. Her brother had been partying in New Orleans instead, losing his mind and having his heart ripped out in his own way. Then he’d found Teddy.
Phoebe wasn’t about to begrudge her brother having some sort of a positive influence in his life other than her, but she also wasn’t going to have Teddy coming between the two of them like some naïve little pawn. She swung around in her chair, her laughter cracking out as Lawrence wisely dropped the pen on her bed instead of trying to throw it back in her direction – he would’ve been coughing it up then. ”I’d say you probably deserved it if you were half as witless with him. What did you do? Pet him the wrong way? Withhold the dog treats or did you tell his best friend about the time he had to sit and watch the person he loved die slowly and painfully?” Her voice might’ve started off with that warm edge of humour but by the time she finished it was cold, sharp as a razorblade too.
Slowly getting to her feet, Phoebe took the single step towards her brother that the tiny dimensions of her room allowed – the moment she graduated she was getting a place of her own, somewhere with enough room to actually swing a cat, or her dim-witted, well meaning asshole of a brother. ”I’m guessing Teddy didn’t tell you that he came to see me while he was away. Apparently we’ve finally got something in common – he killed his wife and I killed Joshua. That means we were kindred spirits, at least until I told him that my big brother had fed him a ton of horse shit. You couldn’t keep your mouth shut about it for five minutes?” Phoebe’s lips compressed into a thin line as she gave Lawrence a shove with the heel of her hand. Her brother might’ve had a foot on her, but it didn’t mean she couldn’t knock him on his ass. ”Is that what you thought too? That I murdered him and that was finally proof that I had a reason for not jumping straight into a relationship with Teddy after I slept with him?” It’s alright, Phoebe can’t help avoiding relationships, she’s still feeling guilty over being a murderous bitch and isn’t really up for it.
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LAWRENCE MURPHY
Vampire
Posts: 316
Age:
106
Occupation:
Bartender
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Penny Bartlett
Played by:
Jodi
how does he know who he even is?
Last seen Nov 20, 2024 15:54:32 GMT
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Post by LAWRENCE MURPHY on May 8, 2023 15:55:53 GMT
London was exactly how he’d imagined it was going to be. Before going he had an image of the capital in his mind and it was even more incredible in real life. It wasn’t like he hadn’t heard an English accent before, but being surrounded by them was fascinating. Magnus spent the majority of the trip filling their heads with the history of the country, which Lawrence did listen to unlike Remzi who was searching for the next bar to spend his pound coins. There was something exciting about spending a different currency, like it was monopoly money. When the bartender quoted him £7 for a pint of beer Lawrence had no idea what that even meant and happily handed over his money before realising an hour later that it was horrifically expensive to drink in London. Hector had no problem handing his card over to the bartender though, tapping it like his bank balance was never ending. It probably was though. Lawrence didn’t even want to know how many zeros appeared after the first number in Hector’s bank balance. Phoebe knew Lawrence had no clue what she was talking about and now she was mentioning some Homer person? “Maybe he is, maybe he isn’t.” He couldn’t even recall the last time he’d picked up a book, unlike his sister who had stacks of books. The last time was probably when his dad placed a grimore in his hands, did that count? He would have been forced to read them if he stayed on at the Salvatore School though. He tried to cheat the system by signing up for history, considering he’d lived through the past century, but the history they were learning about dated back far earlier than that. Lawrence broke into a smile at Phoebe's comment about Kit, but it faded from his face as she continued talking. He was slow to catch onto some things, but immediately he knew she was talking about Teddy and Joshua. Yet again he’d fucked up after trying to help the two people he loved the most. Now he was going to have to grovel to both Phoebe and Teddy, again. “Phoebe. I didn’t tell him you killed Josuha… I just…” What the hell had he told Teddy? “I can’t remember the exact words I used but I certainly didn’t tell him you murdered Joshua because I know that’s not true.” He would never have used the word murder, not even when describing what had happened between Teddy and his wife. “I’m sorry… I think Teddy had misunderstood what I said because… I was just trying to help.” It felt like it was the same excuse he was using time and time again. Just trying to help by involving himself in something that didn’t concern him. This was between Phoebe and Teddy. PHOEBE MURPHY - wanna wrap up with yours? |
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PHOEBE MURPHY
Vampire
Posts: 94
Age:
102
Occupation:
DA Intern
Status:
Single
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Oct 14, 2024 19:27:09 GMT
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Post by PHOEBE MURPHY on May 24, 2023 19:26:28 GMT
Lawrence dying had hollowed her out. For months after she’d arrived home to an empty house and her parents’ bullshit story about him having been sick and dying in that narrow window where she hadn’t been home, it had felt as though a huge part of her was missing. Their parents hadn’t exactly waited for his body to supposedly go cold before they started their new campaign for her to become the leader of the coven one day. Expectations stacked high, almost walling her in until payback had come calling at the door like the Avon lady. The expectations had fallen away, but that hollow in her chest had remained. Lawrence was gone, but not for good.
Finding him in the bar had been like someone had suddenly stuffed the pieces of a life she’d never gotten to live back into that hollow. Lawrence hadn’t changed – and God did it both leave her happy and make her want to roll her eyes clear out of her head sometimes. He was still sweet, still generous (she’d lay money on Hector wishing he was a little less generous), still a little empty headed and that was all fine. She wouldn’t have changed 99.9 percent of him for anybody, and that included the bit of him that was bullshitting over even having a clue who Homer was. One thing Lawrence wasn’t was book smart – and she didn’t blame him for that, there hadn’t been much call to learn the classics if your only job was going to be leading the coven.
Phoebe let the jab she could’ve given him over his not having read a single book in a hundred years drift away on a tide of something far more bitter. She saw the smile fade from his face the minute she’d skilfully sideslipped from making jokes at Kit’s expense to verbally swinging at him for what he’d done with Teddy. Would some context kill any of them?
Her brows rose, her eyes widening as her lips pressed together and thinned, daring Lawrence to try and deny the whole thing now. Teddy had been quick to assure her that Lawrence hadn’t told him that she’d murdered her boyfriend in so many words, but Lawrence’s phrasing had to have been close enough to it to elicit that sort of sympathy, empathy, from Teddy. There was no way he would have shown up at her door otherwise. ”Exactly.” Her whiskey coloured irises snapped down to slits as she glared at her brother, her palm shoving at him again. ”Well, whatever the exact words were, Teddy came here to let me know that it was alright, that he got it because he did just the same with his wife. Are you going to tell me what he did to her wasn’t at least manslaughter, Lawrence? He drained her.” The same way she believed she had Joshua.
Tears started to build again and Phoebe puffed out a breath to try and ward them off. Somewhere deep in her heart she still believed that she was the reason Joshua had died, whether Teddy and Lawrence agreed or not. ”How about next time you don’t try?” Her gaze snapped back up to meet his, her throat feeling thick as she swallowed. ”Next time I tell you something, keep it between us. No pillow talk with Teddy.” As though Lawrence would stick to that. Phoebe glanced aside at her desk, the necklace draped across her books, the tea that would be brewing at about 3 in the morning as she slaved over them again. ”That was a good start, but you’ve got more than that to make up for. Come on. You’re buying me a drink. Lots of drinks.” She’d regret it later, but she was already pushing Lawrence towards the door, slipping her feet into the heels that took her to within about six inches of Lawrence’s height at least. In just a few weeks school would be done at least and then she’d burn her books and drink the club half dry in celebration.
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