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Murphy MacManus (aequitastwin) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-06-03 18:45:00

Entry tags:

connor macmanus, murphy macmanus

Who: Murphy & Connor MacManus
Where: The lobby to start, and then parts unknown
When: Yesterday! Aka: Jan 2nd
Warnings: Probably some swearing.

Murphy's mind was in a whirl, it was too much to process all at once, he'd even gone back to the informational page that he'd been given two or three times while conversing with his brother, but even breaking it down it was still a lot to take in. And then there was the prospect that somehow Connor had jumped ahead eight years, and that prospect was unsettling at best, they were twins, arguing over who was older was just what they did it was unfair for someone to go and clear that up without so much as a how d'you do.

He smoked as he walked, glad that he'd had a half pack in his coat pocket, needing something to keep himself occupied aside from trying not to look suspicious with a bag full of heavy artillery slung over his shoulder. He had to believe that no one would know what it was, after all, it might just as easily have been sports equipment. It didn't take him long to find the place, he'd gotten good directions and he was still full of nervous energy, which made him walk a little faster than usual.

He hesitated a few long moments on the front steps, finishing off his cigarette and flicking the butt end of it off into a sludgy puddle before trudging up the stairs and easing the front door open, not entirely sure what to expect, really as he slipped through, having fallen into that almost-silent movement that seemed to creep over him the same as that sense of purpose did.

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weneedrope
2010-06-14 03:03 am UTC (link)

That look he knew well. It was the one that showed up right before someone got hit, a fight broke out, and things got broken. Even though Connor believed in what they were doing, there were still things he missed. He hadn't been in a proper bar brawl since the one that had sent events into motion. The kind they walked away from with a black eye or a busted lip, not where the bar was riddled with bullets and bodies were on the floor.

"Of course. Going to have to pay for the bar tabs somehow." And with Doc in another place altogether, the occasional free drink wouldn't be happening either. Not until they found somewhere new to become regulars of at least. "One of them have to know if there's something around. There's enough of them."

As they exited the complex, Connor buttoned up his coat. "The day I ended up here, it was September. Then I'm standing in snow. Almost enough to make me a believer alone."

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aequitastwin
2010-06-14 02:34 pm UTC (link)

"June for me." He said, realizing once again just how out of sync they were, though at the same time it didn't matter because they weren't and it was enough to give him a headache if he thought about it too hard, so he stopped, giving a quick little shake of his head, "First order of business, get something to eat and get as drunk as we can on what's left, after that, find a job." He liked when things were simple like that, it made everything easier in the long run.

He was keeping an eye on landmarks as they passed, already doing what he could to learn the new neighborhood, he'd done the same thing on his way there from the library. He didn't like being lost, and he never had, but he also didn't particularly care for maps, because they just weren't as reliable as people would like to think.

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weneedrope
2010-06-14 06:34 pm UTC (link)

In a few days, once they got used to it, Connor was going to find the situation hilarious. The two of them, close since birth, being brought to a place to help stop the Apocalypse and there was eight years between them now. Aside from what he knew that Murphy didn't, it didn't take them long to fall back into the rhythm.

"Even better if we can find a place that serves both." His original suggestion had been for a diner but Murphy's was better. He wasn't about to turn down alcohol to go with the meal. The day, the past week and then some, deserved it.

With Murphy keeping an eye on their route, Connor dropped back a step. Without breaking stride, he bent forward to scoop up a handful of snow. Packing it tightly, he waited for the right moment before letting the snowball fly.

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aequitastwin
2010-06-14 06:47 pm UTC (link)

Murphy didn't suspect, though he realized after he'd been smacked squarely in the back of the head, cold slush sliding down the back of his neck, that he probably should have. Not only should he have suspected, he really should have done it first.

He squawked in surprise, though he was laughing a moment later, dropping to one knee to scoop up a handful of snow to retaliate, shoulders still squirming as icy water continued to drip down the inside of his collar. His own snowball wasn't quite as well-packed, since it was something of a rush job, it was, however, just as well aimed, even though he'd only had a moment after twisting around to face his brother to aim it.

Snowball fights were nothing new to them, not in the slightest, because sometimes they were still twelve at heart, and besides that it was one of the ways they bonded best, by claiming, repeatedly, that the other one had cheated at whatever it was they were doing.

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weneedrope
2010-06-14 07:01 pm UTC (link)

Dead on. Connor pumped a fist in the air as the snowball hit its target, grinning. The reaction just made the victory all the better. "You've got a little something on the back of your neck there," he called to his brother, motioning to the back of his own neck. Then Murphy was crouching and he knew it wouldn't be a one and done. It never was with them.

He reached down to grab up another handful of snow, looking up just in time to see Murphy up and aiming. There wasn't enough time to avoid it. In trying, the snowball hit the side of his head instead, cold slush trickling down the side of his face. He used his sleeve to wipe at it.

It was on.

The snowball he'd just made was lobbed as quickly after his brother's throw as he managed, to give him as little time to recover as possible.

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aequitastwin
2010-06-14 08:44 pm UTC (link)

There was another hoot of laughter, and the sound of impact, at least that one hadn't hit bare skin at all, Murphy had dropped again, keeping an eye on his brother out of his peripheral vision, making sure he could get the drop on him, if such a thing was actually possible between them.

The second snowball was better-packed than the first, and Murphy was partially shielded by a newspaper box at that point, laughing still as he lobbed it off after the first, the game was on and it likely wouldn't be over until they called a truce, which could be a while, Murphy realized, scraping together another smaller snowball with the snow off the top of the newspaper box, slinging it almost as soon as he'd gotten it packed.

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weneedrope
2010-06-14 10:16 pm UTC (link)

As soon as the snowball made contact, Connor was looking for another pile of snow again. The streets didn't give as much as a yard would have but he could make do with what he had. He dodged behind a street sign, balling up some of the snow that had been pushed around the base and eyeing the cover his brother had taken.

When Murphy reappeared to fling the snowball, Connor moved out to wing his own snowball at him. The movement didn't quite go as he'd wanted it to, his right foot slipping on a patch of ice. He managed to regain his balance just as the snowball smacked him in the leg. He lobbed the snowball in his direction, aiming low and hoping it cleared the top.

"Get out here and get your ass kicked. None of that hiding shit," he called, laughing.

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aequitastwin
2010-06-14 11:00 pm UTC (link)

"You're just afraid you're going to lose because I'm the one with proper cover!" Was his response, laughing as well, he'd dropped down out of sight again, not minding the icy sidewalk for the moment, carefully scraping together another snowball from the small drift against the side of the newspaper box, he actually managed to get three reasonably sized snowballs out of it, tucking them into the crook of his arm before unfolding to his feet again.

The first one was aimed for the sign over his brother's head, hoping to shower him with the spray, the second was aimed a little to the left, figuring that Connor would dodge away from the street instead of potentially throwing himself into traffic, and the third was aimed low and center, he knew it was a risk, staying out of cover for that long, but he didn't care, that was part of the game, really.

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weneedrope
2010-06-14 11:19 pm UTC (link)

He snorted dismissively. "You're the one afraid of a little bit of snow," he shouted back. "What's the matter, Murph? Think it's going to mess up your hair?" He crouched down to grab another handful of snow, keeping an eye on the newspaper box for his re-emergence. When he didn't, Connor rose back to his feet, heading for the box.

The assault caught him off guard. Snow rained down on him from up above and just as he shook that off, he was trying to avoid the second lobbed at him. He tried for a Hail Mary, throwing the snowball as hard as he could in his brother's direction. Unfortunately, it didn't leave him much time to get out of the way of the third. Connor took the snowball to the stomach, bending forward slightly.

He was going to pay for that one. His first choice was to throw him into a snowbank and seeing as how there were none tall enough to manage that, he'd have to save that for another day. But he wasn't done yet. Leaning down, he grabbed up another handful of snow, packing it into a ball. "Is that all you've got, little brother?"

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aequitastwin
2010-06-15 03:30 pm UTC (link)

He hadn't expected, really, that he'd be that lucky, but it made him grin again, dropping out of sight once more, he knew Connor was advancing, but apparently he was being cautious about it, which gave Murphy time to rally a little.

"Actually yeah it is." He said, it was a lie, of course, he had managed to pull together one last snowball, really more ice than snow, since that was all that was left within reach, "So, uh, truce?" He didn't really expect the offer to work, after all, Connor knew him better than that. But he was going to try anyway, because that's just how he was.

He was only then starting to realize just how cold his fingers were, amazing what having a moment to reflect could do.

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weneedrope
2010-06-15 05:31 pm UTC (link)

Connor stopped a few feet back, wondering how best to attack the obstacle that stood between him and pelting his brother with the snowball. He took a step back and then moved sideways, as much as the wall would let him.

He snorted dismissively. "Right," he replied as he hesitated, waiting for some kind of answering attack to follow the truce offer. How often did those honestly happen between them anyway? Only when something else intervened, like the bottom of an air shaft giving way and landing them right in the middle of Russian mafia.

Deciding to take the shot, Connor quickly moved to the side and threw the snowball sideways.

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aequitastwin
2010-06-15 08:47 pm UTC (link)

Murphy laughed once more, keeping low and slinging his own snowball almost as soon as Connor appeared, deciding on counterattack instead of dodge, squalling again, wholly amused even still, as Connor's snowball hit him in the shoulder, sending cold spray up into his face, he wiped it away with an arm, shaking his head, "Alright, now I'm really out."

He hauled himself upright then, careful of the icy patch, "And I'm starting to lose feeling in my fingers, kind of need those y'know?" He was fully expecting another volley, after all, he'd do the same thing if their positions were reversed, nothing better than an unarmed target.

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weneedrope
2010-06-15 09:44 pm UTC (link)

He turned as the snowball came flying towards him, taking the snowball in the side. "You don't say." While it would have been the perfect opportunity to hit his brother again, Connor's own fingers were starting to numb out. He wiped his hands off on his pants and stuck them in his pockets, hunching his shoulders.

Now that the war had ended, he could feel the slight throb in his injured shoulder but it had been worth it. He still owed Murphy a trip into a snowbank for the three snowballs he'd lobbed at him at a time.

Feeling a wet trickle down the side of his face, he used the sleeve of his coat again to wipe it away and then ran a hand through his hair, knocking out the snow that had ended up there from the exploding snowball over his head. "I think we can call it a draw this time."

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aequitastwin
2010-06-15 10:58 pm UTC (link)

Murphy nodded, still smiling crookedly, and much more relaxed now than he had been before, it was a tension that he hadn't really realized he'd been holding, a sort of unease that this wasn't really Connor. The snowball fight had evaporated that concern however, even if it wasn't the same Connor who's back he'd been watching through the front door it was somehow, inexplicably, still his Connor.

He bumped his brother's shoulder with his own, already having jammed his hands in his own pockets, "Sounds fair." Mostly because that was how nine out of ten of their spats ended, they'd known each other too long and knew each other too well for them to end any other way, except in extreme circumstances, "You're the one who's been here, what's good to eat around here?" Since that had been what they were planning in the first place, they'd just gotten sidetracked as they tended to do.

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