WHO: John Murphy and Octavia Blake WHAT: Experiment 16 WHEN: Tonight, late night WARNINGS: Language, Talk of Sex, Sexytimes STATUS: Closed/Incomplete
Murphy hated this damned place. It was just like being trapped in the camp they'd made around the dropship, only instead of Grounders trying to kill them, fucking psychos were conducting experiments on them. Lovely. Tonight he'd blacked out, but awakened soon after in the exact same place he'd been. While that seemed like a good thing on the surface, Murphy didn't trust it. Honestly, he didn't trust much of anyone. Ever. So he got up, pulled on his pants, and went out for a walk to see if he could figure out how they'd been screwed with this time.
All the ugly shit that had been decorating for whatever the fuck holiday that was last week was gone. Murphy was glad, at least, about that. He wasn't a party sort of person, and all the green shit was annoying him. Seriously, what were they supposed to celebrate in this place? It wasn't like there was anything awesome happening around here. And he'd had sixteen Unity Days to celebrate how much his life sucked.
He shoved his hands angrily in his pockets and made his way towards the center of town, hoping to pick up something to eat somewhere. Suddenly he stopped, hearing footsteps, and he turned around to see someone familiar sneaking towards him. He exhaled deeply, and crossed his arms.
"Damn, you're scary as hell. But it only really makes me want to fuck you more."