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john "trash prince" murphy ([personal profile] wrackful) wrote in [community profile] station72 2016-12-18 02:42 pm (UTC)

[It's more than what Murphy can reach. His brood is silence, some dim impressions like lights, far off in the distance. The Darkling wouldn't be his first choice - hadn't been his first choice - but it was what they had.]

( This place is like a halfway point. We're still in the city, but we're only here until they move us to prison. )

[There was some stuff in between, things about charges and court dates, but Murphy didn't see the point in including that. They were guilty of what they'd been put in here for. Prison was where the guilty ended up, so that's where they were going.]

Take a seat. [There's an empty cot across the cell from Murphy's, but he doesn't point it out, just tips his head towards the space next to him. Then, voice dropping somewhat lower,] You still look like hell.

[Better than he had done, when they'd taken him away, but still not one-hundred-percent. He probably needed more sleep, but Murphy wasn't going to encourage that yet. After they'd eaten, maybe, when the novelty of Bellamy as a newly introduced addition had worn off.]

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