There is something awfully amiss about Clarke. Her mannerisms, the way she's been twirling her hair around her finger. That's just not something she ever did before. It was startling when she took his side, called him John no less.
That bit was the most unsettling part.
The others had left, left Murphy to his own devices. Drinking. That's what he's been doing when people left him alone, drinking is something he picked up when he came back from the dead. He's hoping he can drink so much that the memories of what he saw would cease to exist. Sadly, that isn't going to happen anytime soon.
He's in the middle of taking another sip when Clarke sits across from him. "I don't know what you're trying to do here, Clarke. But I'm not falling for it," Murphy says, petulantly. Face deadpan and blankly stares at her.
It's been a couple of days since Josephine first woke up in Clarkes body. A couple of days since she's been back alive.
She had missed the feeling of the warm sun on her skin and the way the wind sometimes played with her hair. She had always loved Sanctum. Never fully appreciated it though until now.
"Come on, John" Josephine says looking directly at him. "I'm just trying to have some fun for once in my life." She smiles.
She had thought about how hard it must have been for Clarke to survive six years almost on her own or how terrible her life must have been before she had come to Sanctum, yet she still couldn't help but wonder why she did what she did and why she, out of all of them, was considered their leader.
"It's actually kind of refreshing." A smirk upon Josephines face. She is sure that she will break him eventually. "You should try it sometime."
She doesnt know how much longer she can keep her game up or how much out of all of that he believes her, but she knows that he is way too intrigued to give up.
Murphy looks at her, deadpan and flat. There is something about her and it's not sitting well with him. Not when this is the second time she's called him John. "Only two people call me that and you were never one of them," he says very pointedly.
His eyes are ticking around her face, tries to put her under a microscope. At the last moment, he looks away from her, takes a sip of his drink while he considers his next choice of words.
"What's the deal," Murphy asks, his tone cracked. It's as if he already knows, it's as if he didn't really want to hear her answer. But Murphy was never one to keep his mouth shut for too long.
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josephine and murphy
That bit was the most unsettling part.
The others had left, left Murphy to his own devices. Drinking. That's what he's been doing when people left him alone, drinking is something he picked up when he came back from the dead. He's hoping he can drink so much that the memories of what he saw would cease to exist. Sadly, that isn't going to happen anytime soon.
He's in the middle of taking another sip when Clarke sits across from him. "I don't know what you're trying to do here, Clarke. But I'm not falling for it," Murphy says, petulantly. Face deadpan and blankly stares at her.
Re: josephine and murphy
She had missed the feeling of the warm sun on her skin and the way the wind sometimes played with her hair. She had always loved Sanctum. Never fully appreciated it though until now.
"Come on, John" Josephine says looking directly at him. "I'm just trying to have some fun for once in my life." She smiles.
She had thought about how hard it must have been for Clarke to survive six years almost on her own or how terrible her life must have been before she had come to Sanctum, yet she still couldn't help but wonder why she did what she did and why she, out of all of them, was considered their leader.
"It's actually kind of refreshing." A smirk upon Josephines face. She is sure that she will break him eventually. "You should try it sometime."
She doesnt know how much longer she can keep her game up or how much out of all of that he believes her, but she knows that he is way too intrigued to give up.
Re: josephine and murphy
His eyes are ticking around her face, tries to put her under a microscope. At the last moment, he looks away from her, takes a sip of his drink while he considers his next choice of words.
"What's the deal," Murphy asks, his tone cracked. It's as if he already knows, it's as if he didn't really want to hear her answer. But Murphy was never one to keep his mouth shut for too long.
He just can't help himself.