OOC: With the new posts on Murphy's journal, a few things will change from here on out, the main thing being the dialogue. In third person I will still spell it phonetically, but it's going to be toned down a bit for first person journal entries. People don't usually type how they talk save for the occasional exceptions, and I want to try something new. If this flops, I may go back to the old format.

There's nothin' like watching your brother scream like a girl. Ok, maybe there is something better: hearing him scream like a girl. I always love the first day in winter when there's enough snow to stick to the ground because it means that there's also enough snow to pack into whatever shape you want. The children can have their snowmen, they're fun to look at, but they take way too much fuckin' time to make. I'm a man of instant gratification, I like chucking snowballs at Connor's face. He usually wises up after the first one, but he never sees it coming. You'd think after years and years of the same shit he'd remember a snowball to the face. Obviously not. Here's how the ritual usually goes.

Me: Hey Connor!
Connor: Aye?
Snowball: (GOES FLYING THROUGH THE AIR AND HITS HIM IN THE FUCKING FACE!)
Connor: (girly yell)

He'll tell ya different, some sorta shit like how I caught him unaware, and he was just surprised, and somehow I end up looking irresponsible or whatever. Let me tell you something now, he is lying! If you don't believe me, try throwing a snowball at his face, You may miss, 'cause I know not everyone has as good of an aim as me, and Connor can run pretty fast if he sees ya, but if you manage to hit him he will yell. Like a girl. It's never not funny, may be my favorite day of the year after Christmas. Speaking of which, I think we'll be needing another toaster again. They don't seem to last longer'n a few months around here.

It really pains me to do this, but after debating for a long while I have decided to withdraw Murphy from Theatrical Muse. It's really difficult to write him without a Connor and I've been struggling with his voice for a while. Due to real life time constraints I have to drop a muse and he seemed like the logical choice. Thank you all for reading and interacting with Murph. I really enjoyed writing him, and if I regain the inspiration I may pick him up again. If anyone would like to have a limited rp with him, contact me and we may be able to work something out. For now at least, I'm giving him a rest.

I will still be around with my other muses (mr_colbert, not_a_savage, and mutha_flippin) if you wish to write with them. I've had the pleasure of interacting with some fantastic muns and I would hate to lose touch because of this. Thank you again for making my time so enjoyable, it's been a real pleasure.

To Murphy, the best part of Sunday Mass wasn't Communion, but the time right before it. In those minutes, parishioners were to bow their heads and reflect on what their own personal Communion meant before walking toward the alter to partake in the sacrament. This was the time when he felt closest to God. Murphy understood that he needed the body and blood as a way to both purify and strengthen him. 

While he believed that his purpose in life was to complete his Mission, he by no means found it to be an easy path. There was a certain reassurance in the stillness. With head bowed and ears filled with steady music of the organ, Murphy felt the weight of guilt roll off him. He had become hardened to seeing death day in and day out, but he was by no means immune to the emotional toll it could take on a man. Facing death wouldn't bring back the innocent who had lost their lives. It wouldn't being back Rocco.

Most of the world couldn't understand what he had dedicated himself to. God did. Not only did He understand, but it was His will which the MacManus brothers were carrying out. There was no greater calling. In these moments of reflection, all questions that Murphy had vanished. He knew that this was his place in the world. It was not an issue of choice, but rather one of purpose. Murphy was exactly where he wanted to be: alongside his brother, being lead by his father, and the Lord watching from above.

Hahaha! Sounds 'bout right.

Magic potion? Don't be fuckin' stupid. It doesn't exist an' never will. There's tons o' bad shit goin' 'round and always will be. Solutions are what ye make of 'em. Waitin' fer the day a nonexistant fairy godmother comes t'save the world by wavin' a magic wand while you chug down some sparkly cough syrup is a waste of time. I know it's a fuckin' cliche t'say that if you want something go out an' get it, but it's said so much 'cause it's true. I've never heard of anyone who does any good by sittin' on their ass an' whinin' all day. 

Whatever. Grab a beer, grow some balls an' either move the fuck on or do somethin' 'bout what's pissin' ye off. I'm doin' a bit o' both, but more of the second option. But now I'm movin' on in the sense that this is really a stupid fuckin' thing to be talkin' 'bout anyway. I'm done. I'm pretty sure there's somethin' good on tv an' day old pizza t'eat.

I'm really really sorry I haven't been on the ball with Murphy lately. With a combination of life, school, and prompts that I never thought quite fit I had to neglect something, and sadly it was everyone's favorite Irishman... right behind Connor. :p So anyway, yeah, this is me apologizing for neglecting him and in turn, you.  I hope to have him up and running soon. Please forgive the lack of response on my part.

Warning: By posting this up you are subjecting yourself to other peoples tastes in music. First rule of Play List is do not get offended by the music people share with you. Your cup of tea is could be someone else's leafy water.
Warning: By posting this up should be willing to seek out the same meme on your friends list and give them some music too!

01. How it works: Place this post up in your journal.
02. Fellow friends list members [and their writers too] are to then in turn comment to your post with music that reminds THEM of YOU.
03. Said music is shared via an upload that you can download, or a link to lyrics for the connection challenged that reminds them of you.
04. When you comment leave the song title and artist in the subject line so that if someone else thought of the same song they don't have to send it to you again, ;)
05. With enough people and enough variety of songs you should end up with a lovely playlist inspired by those that know you pretty well. [or so you hope]
06. Download and enjoy!

I like it!

1 question.
1 chance.
1 honest answer.

Ask me anythin'!

OOC: Locked to those who know about The Mission, but ooc comments are welcome.

I should have expected it. Feel free t'tell me how much a fuckin' retard I am fer not seein' it comin'. Back when me an' Connor started following through with God's plan, what press we received was always mixed with some kinda "moral ambiguity" or some shite question, but in the end the reports were generally positive. We got rave fuckin' reviews like two characters in the latest movie everyone is supposed to rush out an' go see. I liked it. I felt like some kind of untouchable hero. I even had dreams of me runnin' 'round town in a black cape an' mask speakin' Spanish an' slashin' 'round a big "M" for all to see. I know it's stupid, but I felt  like I was doin' somethin' good, an' other people recognized it too. Why wouldn't I be a hero? It was a newspaper who first called me a fuckin' Saint after all.

Not sure when it was, but I noticed a change. Me, Connor, an' Da weren't far away people that were compared on the same level as fuckin' Batman an' Superman. We were reduced to topics. I once caught some kinda Philosophy professor or some rot discussin' us on the Boston news. He doesn't know us. Who the fuck was he to talk about complexes and shit? It was an insult, and still is in my opinion. I don't want anyone in my head, especially not some pretentious bastard stuffed into one of those suits with patches on the elbows.

Then we just sorta... faded. I was ok with this stage. The Lord fuckin' knows I like bein' noticed as much as anyone else, but not in this way. My life is not somethin' I wanna gamble on. I'm no good dead. I know I will see the skies of Heaven when I go, but now's not my time. Lyin' low is easier then ye'd think, especially when ye know the right people to help look after ya.

Ev'ryone who has ever had any proverb recited at them knows that good things don't last. Mine didn't. Apathy turned to hate pretty damn quick. Those roundtable discussions were pulled back up an' edited t'make us look more like villains. Da wanted us to "reveal our existence to the world." Well, we did. I trust that he knows what he's doin', but that doesn't mean I am scared outta my goddamn mind. We were technically considered criminals before, but it didn't matter 'cause we were far away doin' good. Now our actions have a face, an' real people're easier t'hunt down than myths.

That's exactly what happened - a hunt is the only word fer it. Cops, bounty hunters, an' even civilians have been actively lookin' fer us fer a while now. We can't stay anywhere fer too long but we're too broke t'get outta the city. Besides, God gave us a mission, an' we're gonna fuckin' follow it. Boston's our home, an' a man must cleanse what's his before he goes out t'fix someone else's problems.

I'm scared. I saw Rocco die in front o'me. Who's next? Connor? Da?

Me?

I'm afraid of dyin'. I'm not gonna lie an' say I'm not. What scares me more is that we're only three people. We're outnumbered by all the evil 'round us, I understand that, an' I understand that The Mission will never be over while we're alive. The thing that bothers me beyond all reason is that we're bein' targeted when sick fucks who rape innocent children are left to run 'round free. With us locked up or dead there's no one t'stop these people, not even three of God's chosen Saints. Who knows what person's whose life ended too quickly could've grown t'do somethin' great?

I'm not gonna let that happen... or die tryin'.

I dunno what I did t'deserve a thank you an' a gold star, but thanks t'you back! 

I was nominated as the muse with the worst fuckin' mouth at the Tammy Awards. All I have to say is that it's about damn time someone fuckin' noticed. So vote fer me, aye? *pulls out gun*

Mun note: Also, please vote for mutha_flippin not_a_savage and mr_colbert, my other muses. A lot of thought and effort is put into all of them and I would really appreciate your support. Thank you so much for giving them a look!

For the TM prompt "Old Acquaintance" 

Murph beamed from ear to ear, his grin displaying every tooth in his mouth down to the very back molars. He had it. Finally. 

The day of reckoning had arrived when the MacManus twins had exchanged gifts with Agent Smecker. A new coffee pot and toaster for one bottle of lotion wasn't a bad trade at all. Murph couldn't wait to tear open the box labeled with his full name. After ripping the paper, tape, box, and styrofoam cushioning in an impressive time of 38 seconds (he had Connor count), Murphy pulled out a gleaming silver toaster.

Oh what a thing of beauty it was: two slots, a fancy dial, no rust, and an intact cord. This was his toaster, and he was ready to toss the other, demon possessed one out the window. Fully ready to do so, Murph pried open a window to their flat and looked down onto the pavement below. With a cackle of triumph, he pulled the old, troublesome toaster up to his eyeballs, addressing it one last time. "Out ya go, fucker!"

Maybe it was how this toaster's single slot seemed to curve downward in a sad frown that made the Irishman close the window again. He hated sad things, even kitchen appliance type sad things. "Goddammit, yer makin' me feel guilty!" Murph yelled to the toaster. First the burned toast, then the shocks to his skin, now this mind manipulation. It wasn't fair.

Setting the old toaster on the floor next to the new, Murph carefully slid them toward each other. Maybe all the old toaster wanted was a friend.

Thank you to pinkhairedauror for Murphy's Virtual Birthday Present! He and I were both very happy to see it. Murph is offering all the best he has to offer in gratitude: hugs, beer, anyone evil you want him to kill and pizza. :) 

A large grin spread across Murphy MacManus' face as he surveyed the scene before him. The four walls of Doc's Bar were covered in an assortment of mismatched Christmas lights, streamers, and assorted holiday window clings. To be honest the entire area looked quite tacky, but it was loud and easily noticeable, which was exactly what Murphy was going for when he plastered all the decorations to any open space with liberal amounts of scotch tape.

Connor predictably had been a bit more practical with his portion of preparing for their party. After talking Doc into bartending for no charge during the night (it would be his birthday present to them), Connor bought a large assortment of cupcakes and individual pastries from a local bakery. They were still sweet, but much more practical than a large cake. The last thing he wanted to do was cut individual pieces and play waiter instead of enjoying his own party.

Suddenly remembering that he should probably be helping his twin, Murphy scuffled over to the table where Connor was setting the food and placed two extra large bowls of chips next to the desserts, pile of chicken wings and stack of pizza boxes. People could get their drinks from the bar and set their gifts on the empty portion of the table next to the food.

With lips stretching across his face in pure happiness Murph looked to his brother. "So what d'ye think?" he asked giddily.

"I think it's about time we started," Connor replied, returning Murph's smile. The twins then walked to the front door and in one synchronized, fluid motion grabbed the vertical handle and threw the door open, ready to greet their guests.

OOC: This party RP is open to anybody and everybody in TM, whether the muse has met the boys or not. It's also open to anyone they've ever interacted with elsewhere and of course, their flist. What a better way to have fun and meet new people than a party? You can RP your muse arriving, or if you'd rather just insert them there once the party progresses, that's fine too. Let's have some fun!