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 Apr 4, 2023 18:51:35 GMT
He felt like he had hit the repeat button in his life. Same shit every single day. Wake up when the sun was starting to go down, head to the bar, drink until he could no longer feel the end of his nose, walk back to Teddys, sleep. Then he would wake up and do it all again the next day. Penny had really fucked him over by taking his ring, but it seemed like she was also running on the same circadian rhythm as him. He’d spotted her a few times at the coffee shop in town whilst on his way to work or home from work. It was a surprise he hadn’t stumbled in there on his way back to pester her, but instead he walked past the window slowly, catching a glimpse of her for a second before carrying on his journey home. There was no point engaging with her, she’d made it very clear that she didn't like him. In fact, she thought he was a grade A idiot. Nonetheless, there were moments he walked a little bit slower past the window just so he could look at her for a little bit longer. She was probably listing Lawrence’s ring for sale on eBay or it lay on a mountain of other rings she’d stolen for other vampires. The second theory made him feel less special. It was a Sunday, so the club wound down early that evening, but the bar stayed open until their last customers dragged their asses out of there. Those last customers were Remzi and Lawrence. Obviously Remzi was keen to carry on the party and find some girls to drink from, but Lawrence managed to resist the urge. No good would come of following Remzi towards mischief. The coffee shop was lit up, but no sign of Penny inside this time. He felt his heart sink a little, but suddenly his attention was drawn towards his phone as it buzzed in his hand and a message from Kit appeared on the screen. As soon as he clicked on the message, the phone started to buzz again. “Kit… er just on my way home I’ve been…” He was cut off before he could explain where he’d been as Kit went onto tell Lawrence he needed to come out to the woods with spare clothing, “Fine… I’ll be there in like… five minutes.” He went to hang up but quickly put the phone back to his ear, “Do you want a coffee by the way? I might grab… okay dude keep your fur on. I’m coming.” He sighed as he terminated the call, his eyes still looking at the menu through the window of the coffee shop. Nah, it wasn’t worth it. Lawrence followed Kit’s instructions and within five minutes he was climbing into Teddy’s car and trying to push the key into the slot. Teddy would have a heart attack if he knew Lawrence was driving his car after knocking back countless alcoholic drinks. Lawrence was a great driver though, apart from the time he died. He pulled up on the outskirts of the wood, jumped out of the car and grabbed everything out of the trunk. He followed Kit’s live location until he could just about make out the shape of a human lying on the floor. “Jesus Murphy.” It was dark but the torch from his phone caught Kit’s naked body, “You could take someone's eye out with that thing.” But then his eyes averted towards Kit’s ankle, “Do you need help with that?” Just looking at the prongs on the trap embedded into Kit’s skin made him feel queasy. KIT CLARKE |
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KIT CLARKE
Werewolf
Posts: 136
Age:
33
Occupation:
Manager at The Ruby Slipper
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Katja De La Cruz
Played by:
Julia
"You make my cold heart warm with a touch."
Last seen Nov 11, 2024 19:01:45 GMT
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Post by KIT CLARKE on May 8, 2023 18:43:48 GMT
 ━ nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky ━
Unfortunately, despite being his anchor, the fucking guy didn’t pick up his phone. Kit puffed and redialed, leaving an angry, exasperated message. His finger hovered over Katja’s name, but he wouldn’t call. She’d probably come, and that was exactly why he couldn’t do it. Not after everything. He’d put her at the very bottom of the list.
Frank was next, and although Kit figured he would come and it would only be a little awkward, he knew Frank was busy. So, next one, and hoping that he wasn’t fucked.
Hector? Maybe. Probably not a good idea, and Kit would never be able to live it down. Call him old-fashioned, but he didn’t think it was right to have that sort of relationship with his boss. They weren’t friends, it was professional… even after the trip. He was sure Hector preferred it that way, too.
Jesus Christ. That left Lawrence and, while he’d maybe help, did Kit even want him to? Not particularly. Lawrence would also never let him live it down, but he was sure the vampire would do something stupid soon, and then Kit could hold whatever it was against him.
He texted Lawrence first, then called because fuck it, if he was gonna contact the guy for help, he may as well get it right away. Lawrence started on some bullshit excuse, and Kit cut him off almost immediately, “There’s some clothes in my locker at work. I need you to grab them and come to the woods. It’s an emergency.” He didn’t need to bring a backpack with him anymore, but clearly, he’d fucked up by not doing it. Lawrence was also one of the only people able to stomach helping him out of this trap, and that was… fucking sad.
“Thanks,” He puffed out a breath, then snapped as Lawrence asked if he wanted a coffee. “No, I don’t want a fuckin’ coffee! Get here now!”
Kit settled back on the ground and huffed, every shift making him writhe in pain. He felt like he’d been waiting for hours by the time Lawrence showed up.
“What fuckin’ took ya so long?” He grumbled, ignoring Lawrence’s comment about his nakedness. Like Kit didn’t already know he was gifted.
Shifting onto his elbow, he hissed in pain, then shot another glare up at Lawrence. “Yes, I need fuckin’ help, are you touched? Get me outta this fuckin’ thing, man; I feel like I’m gonna lose my damn foot.” He groaned, “I can reach in to get to it without it hurtin’ too much. There should be instructions on it, on the inside. You gotta stick your hand it,” Tried to instruct through gritted teeth, irritated to no end by Lawrence’s mere presence (though he was appreciative of the vampire’s help. If he was gonna end up helpin’).
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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 Jun 9, 2023 17:09:36 GMT
When Kit’s name flashed across the screen he was expecting to answer the phone and have to listen to Kit ranting about something he had done wrong at the club. Probably hadn’t sliced the limes to Kit’s liking or something. Who gave a shit? They were just being thrown into people's drinks and it wasn’t like they were some posh bar where people expected their limes to be cut perfectly. Most people just squeezed them and threw them on the table. But no. Kit needed his help, which took him by surprise. “Can’t lie Kit, I’m pretty shocked you’re calling for an emergency.” Everyone else was probably in bed, sleeping soundly because they weren’t allergic to the sun. His eyes ticked up at the full moon in the sky as Kit snapped at him down the phone about the suggestion of coffee. Now things were starting to make sense (maybe). He was a little disappointed he wasn’t able to get coffee, but Kit would scold him with the hot liquid if he turned up holding a takeaway cup. Lawrence didn’t exactly rush to get to Kit because he expected the wolf had probably found himself tangled in some branches. He wasn’t expecting to turn up and find Kit’s foot mangled and trapped in a beartrap. “I got here as fast as I could. Didn’t wanna get pulled over by the cops though.” Not that there were any of the road, but if they had him puffing into that machine it wouldn’t end well for Lawrence. He didn’t want to start fiddling around with the trap for Kit to snap at him, again, insisting he didn’t need help. A please or thank you would have been nice. Lawrence tossed a t-shirt at Kit to cover his jewels before kneeling down next to Kit’s foot. It looked even worse close up. “Inside? Instructions are usually on the bottom of these things.” He angled his body so he could get a better look at the bottom of the trap, but it was blank. “This doesn’t look like a normal bear trap.” He looked back at Kit, “My dad loved hunting.” He added before Kit would start complaining Lawrence didn’t know what he was on about. “I can try pulling it open?” His attention fell back on the trap. It looked easy enough to pry open and there was a chance Kit might not lose one of his three legs. Seriously, was there any need for it to be that big? Lawrence silently reminded himself that Kit was probably a shower not a grower. KIT CLARKE |
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KIT CLARKE
Werewolf
Posts: 136
Age:
33
Occupation:
Manager at The Ruby Slipper
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Katja De La Cruz
Played by:
Julia
"You make my cold heart warm with a touch."
Last seen Nov 11, 2024 19:01:45 GMT
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Post by KIT CLARKE on Jun 22, 2023 18:49:19 GMT
━ nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky ━
“You’re a fuckin’ expert on huntin’ now?” He grumbled, “Inside, bottom, whatever the fuck… just…” Kit puffed heavily, the end tapering off into a low whine as if he was still in the shape of a wolf. It didn’t matter which form he was in, it fuckin’ hurt, and he hated that Lawrence was the only person he could call.
His eyes flicked sharply to Lawrence, glowing blue on and off in the dim light as pain radiated through him like a hot, consistent wave. “Yeah? In what year?” He puffed again, though kept his composure this time, and peered delicately down at the trap, careful not to move too much. “Yeah,” Kit nodded, reaching down to point at the springs. “Get ‘em down. Just push. Carefully. Can’t feel my fuckin’ foot.” Which was a problem, but he knew he'd heal again the minute it was out━unless it was covered in wolfsbane. Which shouldn’ta been a surprise in Mystic Fuckin’ Falls.
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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 Jul 18, 2023 20:01:45 GMT
Of course vampire speed would have been better, but he couldn’t exactly go darting through the town with no care in the world. Plus, he didn’t want to tire himself out by running to Kit. “Oh yeah and what if someone saw me zipping through town like a fucking Cheetah?” The car was far more practical, but he was letting it slide considering Kit was in a world of pain.
“Okay, less of the attitude.” He had come out of his way to help Kit, the least he could was try and be a little bit nice to Lawrence. His eyes diverted away from the trap, looking at Kit, “Did you just… y’know what, it doesn’t matter.” Kit definitely just whimpered like some injured dog, but they didn’t have time to go into that. Kit was on the verge of losing a foot. The blood had started to seep out of the wound, dripping onto the soil below. Lawrence tried to ignore the smell, reminding himself he’d just had a blood bag at the bar. No matter how hungry he was though it wasn’t worth trying to take a chunk out of Kit. He needed to calm down though and put those wolf looking eyes away. “Late eighteen hundreds, early nineteen hundred.” He spotted the springs Kit was referring to and he reached down inside the trap carefully, pressing down on them with force, but it wasn’t budging. “Fuck this. I’m gonna rip it open.” He locked both hands on the trap, forcing it open before he slowly manoeuvred it off Kit’s foot. Once it was removed Lawrence threw it away from them, as it snapped shut violently. “I know you got all that wolf healing but do you want me to take you to the hospital?” There was a second alternative, “Or I can give you a bit of my blood? Have that healed up in no time.” The ankle would look as good as new. KIT CLARKE |
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KIT CLARKE
Werewolf
Posts: 136
Age:
33
Occupation:
Manager at The Ruby Slipper
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Katja De La Cruz
Played by:
Julia
"You make my cold heart warm with a touch."
Last seen Nov 11, 2024 19:01:45 GMT
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Post by KIT CLARKE on Aug 13, 2023 17:11:11 GMT
━ nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky ━
And, thankfully, his mercy paid off with Lawrence’s own━there was no mention of his dog-like whine of pain, no acknowledgement, and Kit was grateful. Hopefully, Lawrence would never bring it up again━but maybe that was just wishful thinking.
Late eighteen hundreds. Kit groaned. He was absolutely fucked. His own dad showed him how to shoot a gun, but that was mostly on targets━they didn’t do a ton of hunting. He remembered one vacation where their dad and grandpa took them up to a cabin to have a real huntin’ experience, but that was a long fuckin’ time ago. And easier to remember when his foot wasn’t about to be lobbed the fuck off.
He knew some things, though, like those springs that shoulda helped pry open the trap. It wasn’t workin’, and before he could give up hope, Lawrence came up with another idea. “Wait, fu━” What if he did it wrong? What if it sprung back and really took Kit’s foot off? What if━
Before he could think of all the horrible possibilities, or even protest some more, the trap was off his ankle.
“Thank fuck.” He exhaled heavily and dropped back into the ground, staring up at the dark sky for a long moment. By the time he sat up, his skin had already started to heal over. “Nah, man, I’m good.” It was nice of Lawrence to offer, but it seemed kinda gay to drink another dude’s blood, not to mention fuckin’ gross. “Thanks, though.” He mumbled, slowly getting to his feet.
As he did, the last of his wounds healed, and Kit slipped on the t-shirt that’d been covering his lower half. He reached for the rest of the clothes that Lawrence had brought from his locker, and started to quickly shove them on. “Thanks for comin’. Didn’t think you were gonna pick up.” Kit chuckled, then did up the button on his jeans and smiled at Lawrence, sticking out a hand for him to shake. It was weird bein’ like this with Lawrence━the constant fuckin’ pain in his ass━but the guy had done him a favour, so the least Kit could do was be polite.
It felt off, though. Like he had to do somethin’ to make sure they were on the same page. Kit cleared his throat and added, “But this don’t mean I’m gonna be coverin’ for you next time you’re late or some shit, man. Figure your shit out.” There, that would do it.
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