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 Oct 19, 2023 22:48:46 GMT
It was pretty damn obvious why Lawrence shouldn't be involved in Hannya. He’d been provided with a get out jail free card when she ended their agreement for some unknown reason. He could have gone out to live the rest of his days without Hannya sinking her claws into it but no he hadn’t to wander straight back into the lion’s den, slipping back into old behaviour with her. What the fuck was he thinking? Teddy had given him a stern warning over a year ago about demons, but now she was letting him drink for her and it was difficult to pull back from her. Their agreement wasn’t hurting anyone though. Well, no one who could speak for themselves. Dolly was still in there suffering silently, but Lawrence forced any memory of her to the back of his mind. The dark part of his mind where all his unwanted memories were sorted. It lived there alongside those memories of his humanity free days and the few first months after he turned. Those were the most painful ones to relive. They were both filled with bloodshed and needless killings. It wasn’t every night he was hooking with Hannya. Those nights he was away from her he was sitting in the coffee shop, trying his best to trigger whatever the fuck his mind was forgetting. It was a woman and a part of him cared about this unknown woman. In fact he cared so much that he was spending at least thirty dollars most nights in the coffee shop, just so he could sit in there trying to remember the woman. Focusing on the unnamed woman and Hannya distracted him from thinking about his mom. If he had his teeth sinking into Hannya’s neck then he wasn’t thinking about how his mom killed herself. It could have been his departure, it could have been Phoebe’s departure or something completely unrelated. Neither of them could bear the burden of being the reason their mom died. Lawrence was preparing to crawl out of the bar to start making his way home. It was getting late and he’d certainly drunk far more than he should have, mainly whiskey but with a mixture of Hannya’s blood too. A beer for the road was necessary though. He grabbed one out of the fridge before bidding goodbye to the remaining few customers in the bar. He swung the door open, but stepped back quickly when he came face to face with Phoebe. “Jesus Murphy… what the fuck you doing here?” He stepped back even further, holding the door open for Phoebe to enter the bar, “I was just about to head off home, but do you wanna grab a drink together?” Lawrence was already making his way back over to the bar, cracking the lid off the bottle of beer using his teeth. He had a few more hours of drinking left him. 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 Nov 9, 2023 20:56:47 GMT
In most families there was a pretty one and a smart one. Phoebe was sure that in theirs she was both, Lawrence was … well, he was Lawrence. He was her brother and that meant sometimes she had to save him from himself, and the blonde harpy that had to have been feeding off of some part of Lawrence the same way he was her. For five seconds she’d wondered if it was for his money before she’d actually broken down laughing. Maybe looks were the one thing Lawrence had going for him and those weren’t exactly top of the scale. His bank account had to be hovering around a big fat zero – unlike the vampire who owned the bar. She’d have asked Teddy what the appeal was, but he was even blinder to these things than she was. Gullible as he was, he probably would’ve been following the blonde around like a lost puppy the moment she smiled at him.
Now, one thing she did know was that it wasn’t her smile Lawrence was interested in. Seeing her drape herself over Lawrence had left her looking down at her own body. They were definitely at different ends of the curvy scale. The blonde was willing to use hers to lure idiots like Lawrence. She’d bleed them dry, toss them aside and she wasn’t about to have that happen to her brother again.
The news about their mom had opened up an old wound in him, one Lawrence was probably trying to cover for it with whatever he was getting here. You didn’t have to think about the awful fucking things in your past when you could distract yourself by feeding and … nope.
Phoebe flapped a hand in the air like she could stop herself from considering what else Lawrence thought he was getting out of this situation. However the equation worked out in his head, it wasn’t worth it. The blonde was obviously just a cat playing with a foolish mouse who thought the bat of that paw was affection. She had to get through to him, shake common sense into his head and get him to wise up about the thing. If it didn’t work was bringing in the big guns. The mental image of Teddy’s big brown eyes filling with hurt – how could that still tug at her stomach now – had her smiling tightly. Lawrence might scoff at her disapproval, but not Teddy’s.
By now she’d played the ‘I’m Lawrence’s little sister’ card enough at the bar to be able to slip straight past the bouncer on the door that led down to Emerald City. Technically she wasn’t a member, and Lawrence would probably lose hid mind if he thought she was visiting when the place wasn’t closed. It was the lion’s den, so to speak, and she was Daniel, about to go and smack the lion’s prey for being a fool.
She clattered down the stairs and pulled up short when the door at the bottom opened up and Lawrence was standing there like he’d actually been expecting her. Phoebe clattered back a step, glaring up at Lawrence. ”I can’t visit now?” she scoffed, raising an eyebrow. She stomped past him, eyeing the few customers in the bar as though she was daring them to open their mouths about her presence. ”I’m lucky I caught you then.” Her voice was lightly, but her mouth still settled back into a thin line. Following Lawrence back to the bar, she watched him pop the lid of the beer bottle with his teeth and grimaced. It wasn’t like he’d end up losing one, but ewww.
”I’ll have the same … without your slobber all over it. Thanks.” She climbed up onto a stool, hunching her shoulders like it would block out the people behind her. ”We need to talk while you drink.” Phoebe’s expression soured further, a swig of the beer he handed her just twisting her expression further. ”The blonde’s not working tonight? You know … Henrietta, Hannah, whatever her name is …” Oh, she knew it was Hannya, she’d heard enough stories about this place since she’d first found Lawrence upstairs to have written a book about it. She wasn’t about to give her the respect to actually use her name straight off though.
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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 Nov 20, 2023 14:23:05 GMT
By taking the job at the bar there was a chance the place could unhinge certain aspects of his life. Lawrence was aware of this before he signed on the dotted lines, back in the day when the place was literally a playground for vampires and he was student at the Salvatore College and therefore sticking to an animal blood only diet. The place had done exactly that though. Hannya had taken him and teased him back into drinking human blood, but it wasn’t as simple as switching his diet over. First he’d kill a handful of people before he started gaining some control over it. As a warlock he’d never considered himself the type to have an addictive personality, but shone through as a vampire. The alcohol, the smoking and struggling to keep a human alive when drinking from them. He always took it that step too far and he’d be left holding a lifeless body. It was fine when the blood was hiding behind the skin, it was only when it started seeping Lawrence could feel himself losing control. Like the girl he’d picked up at the club who fell over on their walk home. All was going well until he caught sight of the open wound. At least there wasn’t a body left behind because it was burnt to a crisp thanks to… thanks to who? Someone else was certainly there that evening, but Lawrence struggled to picture their face. It was just a shadow of women. Guilt hit him after he killed the girl, mainly because it was the first person he’d drained in a long time. Hannya had been there to keep him afloat until she withdrew her services leaving him to sink rapidly. His sister was there to prop him up at times, but sometimes it wasn’t enough. Anyway none of that mattered anymore because Hannya was back on the scene. All was right in the world, in a sense. Lawrence frowned as his sister moved past him, trying to figure out why she sounded so pissed off. “Course? Just wasn’t expecting to see you.” He thought she’d have her head buried in a book somewhere, studying for something upcoming. He could never follow his sister’s schedule when it came to college. He sloped back towards the bar, Phoebe practically storming ahead of him. If he cracked his teeth on the bottle he’d be pretty fucked. They didn’t just grow back and it wasn’t a bone he could pop back into place. He grabbed Phoebe a beer, this time cracking it open using the bottle opener. So fussy. He slid it across the bar before taking a sip of his once. Lawrence already didn’t like where this conversation was going. They needed to talk. Never ended well. “Hannya? She was, but finished about an hour ago. Why?” His eyes narrowed slightly as he studied his sister. Why was she asking questions about Hannya? Whatever the conversation was about, Lawrence knew it wasn’t going to be enjoyable especially if his sister was bringing up Hannya. 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 Dec 16, 2023 19:02:14 GMT
College students were expected to spend most of their four years partying, interspersed with those bursts of studying when exams and assignments hit, before they graduated and grew up. Getting all of the wild out now so they could become productive members of society afterwards. She’d been there, had done that – the productive adult bit at least. There were times when Phoebe still found herself missing the village and how much easier life had been there, but she wouldn’t have swapped finding Lawrence for anything. Even if that meant having to get him to screw his head on straight sometimes.
Her eyes narrowed at him as she brushed past, as though a glare would start to do just that. Stubborn and blind as he was, she knew it wouldn’t possibly be that easy. ”It’s a day of the week with a Y in it, there’s always a good chance I’ll be here,” she crabbed at him, rolling her eyes. Especially after she’d practically been banned from his apartment, the club had become her place to spend time with her him. If there’d been much choice about it, she’d have torn a strip off of him somewhere less public – certainly somewhere out of Hannya’s possible ear shot – but beggars couldn’t be choosers.
Lifting her chin, Phoebe tried to puff herself up for this lecture, like some camper trying to intimidate the black bear who’d arrived for dinner. Being as short as she was, she’d long ago perfected giving the impression of someone so much bigger, so much ballsier than she actually was. It had never been hard doing it in the past. Even before she’d killed one of the vampires who’d invaded their valley that first time, she’d been a heavy hitter in a pint sized package. As a kid it had pissed her off, as an adolescent puberty hadn’t been as generous to as others it had been frustrating, but she definitely made up for anything that’ve been seen as lacking in her.
”That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Phoebe asked, winging a brow at him as he opened her bottle the proper way. She reached out for the bottle, sipping from it like she needed the liquid courage. ”Hannya,” she echoed sourly. ”I knew it was some sort of a stripper name." She probably told the idiots like Lawrence that it was almost like honey, and just as sweet. Blech. She almost wretched. It wasn’t her personality or the brains she might’ve had beneath that rat’s nest of blonde hair that Lawrence, or anybody else, was interested in.
Phoebe’s lips pinched into a sharp smile as Lawrence studied her. Surely he could put it together by now. She nudged the bottle aside, propping her forearms on the edge of the bar as she stared at him. ”I thought things were over with her,” she muttered. ”Seems like that was bullshit though. Why the hell are back with a demon again? She didn’t fuck with your mind enough the first time?” Of course, while Hannya’s hands were somewhere a solid couple of feet below Lawrence’s brain, he wasn’t going to see anything Hannya didn’t want him to. ”I’m guessing you haven’t told Teddy that you’ve found yourself some female company again. I can’t see him being too happy about all of this.” Unless it was literally just her he had an issue with. There was a chance that his dented heart had made him colder towards her than he would’ve been towards anybody else in this world, but Phoebe somehow doubted that Hannya would be on his list of women he’d have picked for his best friend.
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hope to see you in the discord! 
