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 29, 2023 22:10:58 GMT
The first time round was easy because the only person he had by his side was Rosie who lacked all emotions too. She once loved him, but took the plunge with him and decided to erase how she felt about Lawrence. They had no one there to help bring them back, so together they chose a path of chaos and violence. But now he was surrounded by people who wanted to help him. People who were desperate to save him, but he wanted to be left alone. Before he shut it down he apologised to Phoebe for everything that was about to happen because he knew the person he was about to become. An empty shell who didn’t care who he hurt or who he killed. Those last few seconds before he pushed the switch he was terrified because he didn’t know what was about to happen, due to his actions. Would he kill someone he loved? Perhaps. Since that evening he’d been actively pushing Phoebe away, trying to prove to her that she couldn’t save him. He was hoping she’d realise that after he killed her little college friend who worked at the bar. He was hit with a different consequence though. He lost his job because of it. Kit droned on and on about how Lawrence couldn’t work in the bar anymore because he was a liability and he couldn’t just randomly kill employees because he felt like it. Lawrence was kind of glad to shake off the bar anyway, things were getting a little bizarre in there with rumours about a virus spreading amongst the vampires. Someone even said Hector was infected. Lawrence was hoping it was true. One less arrogant English asshole in the world. Lawrence balanced the cigarette in his mouth, lighting the end of it as he cooked himself an omelette. It was one of the very few meals he knew how to cook without burning, thanks to Teddy. As he waited for the eggs to cook he reached for the bottle of rum, taking a swig before placing the cigarette back in his mouth. Mystic Falls was full of triggers for Lawrence. Penny had just been thrown into that list after she emerged from wherever the fuck she had been hiding for the past few months. Something could have easily ignited inside of him that day when he saw her running through the front doors. He was itching to run towards her and throw his arms around her, but he fought it off. The fire that was at risk of exploding burned out instantly. To assert the fact he felt nothing he snapped the security guards neck, just to be certain. The front door of Phoebe’s apartment flew open and she rushed inside, looking dishevelled and angry. Lawrence drew in a drag of his cigarette as he turned to face her as she entered the kitchen. Smoke seeped out of his mouth. “You look pissed…” He went to turn to face the hob before pausing, “That’s not an invitation to share your problems with me by the way. Please don’t.” He checked on the food, taking another mouthful of rum as he did so, “You’re outta eggs.” Lawrence carefully slipped the spatule under the omelette, flipping it over. As he did so he could feel Phoebe’s eyes boring into him from behind. It was clear he’d done something wrong. 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 21:48:51 GMT
The single glance she took at herself in the rear view mirror of her car had Phoebe cringing. If she’d still been human the shadows would’ve been thick under red rimmed eyes, her skin pale (even paler than it was now that the only blood she had pumping in her veins was the stuff she took from others). Her hair was pulled up in a messy topknot, the snarls in it ripe to be ripped out when she swiped a brush through it later. Lawrence probably wouldn’t notice a bit of it, because that bitch had taken away any part of her big brother that was capable of feeling anything for anybody else.
Slamming the car door behind her, Phoebe headed towards the building. She’d been second guessing her choice to get into the cage every minute since Lawrence had given into demon barbie’s threat to kill her. If she hadn’t gone in the first place Hannya wouldn’t have been able to goad her into fighting and Lawrence never would’ve been given the ultimatum. The guilt over it weighed heavily enough on her shoulders that it felt like she was wading through mud as she slammed through the back door of the building and towards the elevator.
At least Teddy had ended up protected from her bad choices. It didn’t mean he was happy about it – passing his floor left her squirming, like she could feel the blame and disapproval radiating towards her through the walls – but Lawrence couldn’t get through the door of their formerly shared apartment to hurt his best friend there. If she had her way Lawrence’s switch would eventually be flipped back on, Hannya would be exorcised back to some fitting corner of hell, and life could go back to the way it had been. Maybe.
Regrets felt like they’d continued to cling to her like cobwebs she couldn’t tear her way free of. Every time she came up with some idea of how to try and force Lawrence back, those strands would tighten on her, choking her on her own doubts. It was her fault this had happened, why the fuck did she think she could fix it? Because that was what she did. She’d become a cop to try and protect the weak, she’d gone to law school to do the same. Lawrence, especially in this state, would’ve scoffed at the idea that he needed it, but he did more than ever and if Hannya wasn’t going to make that clear then she sure as hell was going to, drumming it through his forehead with one chipped fingernail if she had to.
Ugh. A glance at her hands as the elevator ground to a stop at their floor just soured her mood more. There’d been no time to fix her nails after the fight and now each little chip took a piece of her patience with it. That hand closed around her keys as she jammed them into the locks, lips that didn’t even have their usual coating of balm on them pursing as she realised Lawrence was home.
The scent of cooking eggs and cigarette smoke rolled towards her as she slammed through the door, leaving her upping lip curling. Phoebe scoffed, tossing her keys down on the kitchen table before she changed her mind and flung them at his face. ”Why would you think I would be?” she snorted, ignoring the jab about not sharing her problems with him. ”Considering you’re my problem, you don’t get to tell me no.” It didn’t mean he wouldn’t try and storm out, but she was betting Lawrence wouldn’t. It wasn’t like he had many other places to go, he wouldn’t have taken her invite of staying here while he wasn’t in his right mind if he did.
”They have these things called stores now, you know. And vapes. That stinks.” She jerked her chin up towards him. ”I didn’t think you were meant to feel anything at all, but I guess that’s bullshit, you’re definitely getting a kick out of this. What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Lawrence?” Her question was sharp, that nail sharper as she crossed the room to jab it into his chest. She adjusted, slapping him on the upper arm with her next shot. ”Did you think I wouldn’t find out?” Phoebe let out a breathless huff. Gossip moved as fast in this town as it did in Elk Valley, especially when you could jump on a phone call in a split second these days and find out whatever the hell you wanted to know.
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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 Jan 6, 2024 19:27:16 GMT
As a human Lawrence’s emotions had always been set a little too high, which he blamed his mom for. She’d spent nineteen years wrapping him so damn tightly in cotton wool that it was suffocating. She was terrified that someone awful would happen to her soon, but the cotton wool didn’t fucking help in the end. So, it was no surprise that he spent years after that struggling with his emotions. Anger was rage, sadness was melancholy. Now he was an empty shell, floating through Mystic Falls, killing whoever he liked and doing whatever he wanted. Who didn’t want this life? It was the best and to think he hadn’t done it sooner. When he jumped behind the wheel to drive to Elk Valley, with a temporarily dead Remzi in the passenger seat, he wondered if it would set something off inside of him. As they drew closer to his hometown, memories of his childhood flooded his mind, but it was easy to dismiss them as he reminded himself his parents abandoned him. Fuck them and fuck the coven. Lawrence felt nothing as he smashed open his mom’s grave to retrieve her bones. Now they were lying somewhere in the woods near Mystic Falls, but he had no idea where. Even if they were to go and dig them up it would be impossible to tell whether they were his mom’s bones or just some random body Hector had buried out there. The place was virtually a graveyard.
“Ugh.” Lawrence let out a sigh as he rolled his eyes at Phoebe’s comment. He wasn’t a problem. He wasn’t something that needed to be solved. “You made me your problem by getting into that cage with Hannya but honestly you’ve done me a favour. So thank you.” Forever thankful he no longer had to be weighed down by feeling things. Lawrence kept his attention on his food as Phoebe continued talking. “Why the fuck would I vape? Those things are for humans.” Weak fragile beings who could be taken out by diseases and illness. The smoking wasn’t going to kill him so why would he start puffing on watermelon sticks. He transferred the omelette onto a plate before taking the cigarette from his mouth and putting it out in an ashtray on the side. Phoebe was right, it was entertaining for him to see her getting so wound up about things he was doing. He picked up the plate and a fork, turning back to his sister. What the fuck was she on about? “Oh. Your college friend. Yeah course I knew you were gonna find out. You’d be a pretty shitty friend if you hadn’t noticed she wasn’t answering your texts because she was dead in a store cupboard at The Ruby Slipper Club thanks to yours truly.” He pointed the fork towards himself before jabbing it into the omelette, “I did get fired because of that though. I don’t know why they’re acting like there’s some clause in my contract that says I can’t kill my co-workers or customers.” Well, there was no contract at all. Only the humans were provided with those at the club to keep things looking legal. 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 Jan 22, 2024 22:24:19 GMT
No matter how many times she repeated in her head that this asshole wasn’t her brother, hearing the blame roll out of Lawrence’s mouth still hit like a slap. Phoebe pressed her lips together, not letting Lawrence see the verbal blow land, but it did. The Phoebe who didn’t care didn’t exist, not in the way they thought she did. There was a shell around the real Phoebe, a shield that held back the guilt and the sadness. It cracked from time to time, but usually in private where the sanctimonious and emotionless – the judgmental dicks – didn’t get to see it.
Phoebe squared her shoulders, thickening that shell in the same way an oyster would add another layer to a pearl to stop the lump of grit in its gut from irritating it. Teddy had probably run back home to tell Lawrence everything that had happened on the day he’d turned up at her dorm room to pat her hand and tell her that they were just the same. She had a hole ripped straight her that’d filled up with guilt, even if Joshua’s death hadn’t been because she’d taken too much blood over the years. She’s capable of being torn apart by guilt, even if it looks like she doesn’t have a heart.
Her eyes narrowed at her brother, the temptation rising to pick the keys back up and throw them at his head. She wouldn’t feel guilty for that she probably wouldn’t get the satisfaction of seeing them hit either though. ”You mean I made you my problem by being your little sister in the first place. If you weren’t such a heartless asshole right now you’d agree with me, but that bitch doesn’t just have your balls in her purse, she’s got your emotions tucked away there too now.” And for the moment she couldn’t do a damn thing about it. It hadn’t been obvious then, but she’d been powerless since the moment she’d tried to make Lawrence cut the demon off.
His gratitude was a fish bone in her throat, sharp and impossible to swallow. It would stay there, threatening to choke her until they got the old Lawrence back. Phoebe practically crossed her eyes to look at the cigarette still dangling from her mouth. "That thing in your mouth is too and it stinks. It isn’t just your stuff that’s gonna reek. My apartment, my stuff, my rules.” And it wouldn’t have bothered her half as much if it was the smell of vanilla or crème brûlée that rolled off of the furniture or her clothes.
Thankfully Lawrence plucked the damn thing from his mouth before she did it for him and stamped it out in the omelette he’d made. Or in his eyeball. It would heal, that was the magic of being a vampire. Humans didn’t bounce back up after you drained them. If they were lucky they died fast instead of rotting from the inside out with some horrible, agonising, lingering disease. Maybe her classmate had been lucky, but then she’d ended up in a cupboard, almost the same way Raik had done after he’d been killed. ”You’re a pretty shitty brother for killing her in the first place. You knew I knew her didn’t you? It was on purpose to pay me back. All of this is to pay me back.” And for what? It wasn’t as though he even cared that she’d failed to protect him now. Lawrence simply didn’t care, that was the crux of it all.
Just months ago he’d sat on her couch, talking about contacting their mom to get the answers that the dates inscribed on her grave hadn’t. Tears burning in his eyes like they had in hers. That Lawrence was prepared to have a conversation that he knew would probably tear her apart. Phoebe’s gaze dropped to the fork, the temptation to hurt Lawrence was still there, but she wasn’t like him, she couldn’t stick the damn fork through his tongue and be glad it shut him up for five seconds. ”Good,” she said quietly. ”I guess maybe Hector’s more bothered about his club staying open than he is about one lazy employee. I suppose that extra time’s gonna come in handy, since you’ve got some bones to go and fetch. Did you think I wouldn’t find out what you’d done to mom too?” She looked up at him again, shaking her head before she smacked her hand into the centre of his chest. Let him feel some sort of physical pain if the emotional sort couldn’t break through in his thick skull.
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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 Jan 29, 2024 16:12:12 GMT
Whenever he caught sight of himself in the mirror recently it took him a moment to recognise himself. A cold hard expression on his face permanently. Was this the person he truly was? Beneath it all was he just an asshole? Not that he cared how people perceived him anymore, even his own sister. “Yeah and she can keep my emotions. They’ve done nothing but cause me hassle for the past century.” Before he died he knew vampires felt heightened emotions, it was something his parents told him about during their Vampire 101 lesson, but he never imagine they could be so crippling. “I don’t have to be your problem, but you’re the one who chose to find me so if I’m that problematic why don’t you head back to Canada.” Where it all began. This fucking nightmare that was now their life. “I survived decades on my own without you so I’m sure I can do it again.” The problem was even though he didn’t need Phoebe in his life, he wanted her in his life, but of course he couldn’t acknowledge that given the current situation they were in. Lawrence could test her theory, seeing how far he could push his sister before she kicked him out. But she knew he had nowhere to go. Teddy’s apartment was completely off limits, like he was going to storm in there and snap Teddy’s neck for the sake of it. The pair were acting like Lawrence was some kind of dangerous animal who was going to kill everyone. “I’m sure those vapes don’t curb the cravings.” It was one of the reasons he had a cigarette hanging from his mouth. It was something to replace the urge to drink blood. It was the same reason why he drank copious amounts of alcohol. A coping mechanism, but he didn’t need them anymore. He didn’t need to restrain himself. If he wanted to rip open someone’s neck, then he could without feeling regret. It was tempted to give Phoebe a slow clap for coming to the conclusion why Lawrence did what he did. “Course I knew that. It was just a gentle reminder that if I wanna kill people, I will.” He chewed down on the omelette. Fuck sake. It didn’t taste as good as Teddy’s omelettes. Would he give him the recipe if he walked over there right now and asked? Probably not. He’d get all upset and defensive, telling Lawrence to back off. “Shame. She seemed pretty sweet. Lovely neck though.” Now he is purposely trying to wind Phoebe up, just to see if she’d crack. He took another chunk out of omelette before placing the plate down on the side, struggling to swallow the piece in his mouth. He couldn’t stomach finishing the whole thing. Human food really did taste like shit. Just as he swallowed the food Phoebe’s hand slammed into his chest, causing him to stumble back a little. “Woah, woah, woah. I wasn’t a lazy employee I’ll have you know.” He started, completely ignoring her comment about their mom’s bones, “Five years I worked there.” Lawrence stepped forward, closing the gap between him and his sister. Any sense of humour in his voice had disappeared, “Do you think I’m gonna let you use our mom to bring me back?” Returning the favour, he smacked his hand into her shoulder, pushing her away from him, albeit not with full force. “Just stay out of my way and I promise I won’t kill anyone you care about, but if you keep interfering I’ll become more than your problem. I’ll become your fucking worst nightmare.” The question was, did Teddy fall into the category of people she cared about? Phoebe was so quick to run to his house after Halloween to warn him. So, Lawrence had decided that Teddy was firmly in that list. PHOEBE MURPHY - end 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 Mar 2, 2024 17:15:34 GMT
She might not have known who her brother was in every one of those years they’d been separated, but Phoebe knew that the attitude now was bullshit. Lawrence had always possessed the ability to be an asshole, he hadn’t been cruel though. She’d gotten the smarts in the family, Lawrence had the height, but he was intelligent enough to know how each blow he was meting out would land. Phoebe bit down on her reaction, trying not to let it show that calling his emotions a hassle landed like a slap across her face. His emotions had given her back the brother she thought she’d lost. They’d given Lawrence sympathy and regret, longing for the sister he’d left behind. They’d left him just like the brother she’d imagined he would’ve become in time as he’d grown up.
”And leave you here so that bitch can keep her claws in you? Fuck that,” she muttered through gritted teeth. Her mouth twisted in time with the wrenching of her heart in her chest. ”While you don’t give a shit, of course you can. I’m not surviving without you though. At some point you’ll get that through your thick skull and you’ll regret this. I know you will.” Taking a step closer, she jabbed her fingers into his forehead, wanting nothing than to be able to rattle Lawrence back into his right mind.
Vampirism had been a curse from the minute those things had invaded their valley, but the one real blessing that had come from it was the idea that she’d have decades, maybe centuries with the one member of her family who’d always mattered most. She could take the constant blood craving until then, her only addiction forever more. Apparently Lawrence couldn’t. Phoebe scoffed, sneering at her brother as she contemplated rifling through his stuff later and tossing every cigarette she found. ”And those things do? Try something else, drink the house dry, just keep that stink out.” It wasn’t like she could kick Lawrence out, not unless she wanted put Teddy in danger again, or send him right into the demon’s den.
Having to run into Teddy every time she’d gone to visit Lawrence had been a bad situation for them all, but she’d haven taken that over this if Hannya hadn’t blackmailed him into flipping the switch. With no choice she’d moved Lawrence here to keep everybody safer, but that meant she couldn’t kick him out no matter how much she wanted to right now. Phoebe radiated frustration like steam off of a boiling pot. Thin lips pressed together, her eyes going hard. ”Kill if you want, we both know it’ll come back to haunt you when I get your emotions to flip back on, but I swear to God, if you touch one of my friends again I’ll drop you in the deepest, darkest hole I can find and leave you to desiccate until we find some way to get your emotions back.” Sucking in a deep breath, Phoebe curled her fingers into her palm reflexively, already feeling the sting of Lawrence’s cheek hitting her palm. He was baiting her and she wasn’t gonna be an idiot and take it.
The best of intentions didn’t last more than a moment. Her hand lashed out, going for Lawrence’s chest instead of his face. ”Just one who gave away his profits?” she asked, her dark brows rising. She’d have moved in, snatching the plate to throw it into the sink before the temptation struck to hit him around the head with it. Without Hannya’s influence Lawrence might’ve managed to work at the club for another fifty years, but he’d let her wrap him up in all of this trouble. As his tenacious little sister it was her job to get him out of it, even if she’d failed that first time. ”I think you’re scared she could.” A growl tore out of her as Lawrence pushed her away. Warnings dripping from his lips like she might actually listen to them.
”Good luck,” Phoebe whispered hoarsely. It wasn’t like her worst nightmares hadn’t already come true. Losing Lawrence, then Joshua, now she was far too close to losing Lawrence again. Maybe this time it would be permanent and the thought left that sick feeling swimming back into her body as she shook her head at him. ”You know I can’t leave you like this. I’m getting my brother back, no matter what it takes.” She did grab the plate then, tossing the omelette in Lawrence’s face before she tossed the plate into the sink with a crack. Maybe there was a tiny glint of satisfaction in her gut as she walked out, heading for her bedroom, but it was quickly snuffed out by guilt and sadness. She couldn’t contemplate a future where Lawrence remained like this – an eternal dick.
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