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[mofi]

hey, this is murphy. i didn't pick up because i don't want to talk to you.

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text;

[belligerents]

( cont'd from here )

Did you want to do what your bracelet said??

[mofi]

no but i sucked it up
and got choked.

text;

[cicatrize]

[ this comes a few hours after jack quietly sipped his morning coffee while making meaningful and suggestive brow arches at Raven and Murphy wandering into the hotel cafeteria for breakfast together. ]

Did you kids have fun?

[mofi]

first of all
im not a kid
secondly
i think you had more fun wagglin your eyebrows.

audio;

[belligerents]

[He may actually hear her clear her throat, because this is awkward, but she's just going to move right along past it. She's sort of made it her mission to check on him, knowing he feels so separated from the group. And now that things are getting back to normal, she wants to check in. Plus she's on her way back from work in case she needs to actually pop in.]

Hey. Just checking in-- making sure you're alive after all that. [And that he's sober now.]

[mofi]

[ It's hard not to hear the clearing of a throat. He doesn't point it out, not yet at least. ]

I'm alive. [ He sounds alive but not really okay. Murphy sounds depressed, an after effect of Ecstacy. That and his chest is swelling with anxiety. ] What's up?

text; post-tumenalia

[skaikrudad]

Hey.

Can't sleep. You awake?

[ Probably not the best time to be catching up with Murphy past 1am, but here we are. ]

[mofi]

[ Don't worry, Bellamy. 1am is considered early in Murphy's book. It's about 1:10 when Bellamy gets a response back.]

no rest for the wicked
or whatever the hell.

whats up?

TEXT

[broadaxes]

Did you ask someone about the sub/dom shit?

[mofi]

hey to u too
and yeah but didnt really like the answer.

[broadaxes]

Right.
Then you'll let me go home and verbally kick your ass?
It's looking more and more real than hypothetical.

[mofi]

yeah sure
u can kick my ass when get back to our place
is that a bad thing or?

[11/22] text ; un:jbenjamin

[cicatrize]

This is a mass text.

Someone from my homeworld arrived into Duplicity today. If you know anything about Shiloh, you know that is a bad thing. Life and death bad.

If you have any respect for me at all, please, keep anything you know about me (especially pertaining to my history or sex life) completely to yourself. Consequences of abusing my trust in this will not be pretty.

Thank you.

after clone calling him out on sodomy

[cicatrize]

I'm going to shoot your copy.

Don't take it personally. I know you wouldn't say any of this.

Any idea where he is?

[mofi]

[ Murphy doesn't even want to look at his phone. Scared to see who is texting him. How many death threats sat in his inbox. He's wishing people know it's not him, it's someone else. They're an exact copy but it's everything that Murphy doesn't want to be. ]

id fucking kill him myself
but im fucking scared people will think im him
and kill me.

[ Jack is asking where his copy is and that means that Murphy has to actually look at the live stream. He has to force himself to watch this.

His face is warm by his tears, hands shaking as he navigates to the dualcam website on his phone. ]

it looks like an abandoned warehouse
in the down somewhere?
some place secluded
u know like he's keeping himself on the other side of the ring.

[broadaxes]

How do I get you to ask Bellamy to fuck me with you?

[mofi]

why cant u ask him?

text; sometime after the 1st week of december?

[freightcars]

Hey

[ Yep, that's it. He's being That Asshole. The one word greeting over text asshole. ]

text; sure!

[mofi]

[ There is so much to unpack with this one-word text message. ]

what do u want?

[broadaxes]

Still unable to do strenuous activity?

[mofi]

gotta look for someone else to get ur rocks off
im out of commition for idk how long

text; un: b.blake

[skaikrudad]

Hey. Just letting you know I chose my dominant. Her name's Emma Swan. I'll be moving in with her, so you can find me in the Up now.

Please try not to offend her when you meet her. I'm sure she could handle whatever you throw at her but I'm asking you nicely not to be a dick to this woman.

un: cockroach

[mofi]

congrats im so happy for u.
ok so be a major grade a dick to her.
gotcha.
do u tell me this stuff so i get pissed?
like some reverse psychology bs?

text because she hates using voice chat.

[littlepandora]

Hello!

I have one package of homemade perfectly edible cookies. When would you be available to receive them?

Re: text because she hates using voice chat.

[mofi]

ur excited
u sure u meant to text me?

a couple days after their argument, tbh, bc he wouldn't have kept this up for long

[cicatrize]

[ jack is not usually the one with shitty interpersonal skills. usually because he's being a manipulative fuck with the people he's talking to, in order to make sure they're fond of him by the end of the conversation. so what about the people he likes too much to lie to?

welp, they get jack as he is. jack, the selfish, bitter, terrified little asshole that he is. again, murphy's paying the price for jack having his head stuck up his own ass.

while jack's been stopping by to see murphy in the hospital every single day since the attack, but he'd missed yesterday, and he'd felt like a fucking jackass for ditching him. clearly, duplicity has been softening him, because jack can only stand the one day of it before he's back in the chair next to murphy's hospital bed. thankfully, he was asleep when jack came in, and he took a moment to look over him. it's been a couple weeks since the attack, and the lighter bruises are clearing up, less black and deep purple around murphy's throat, more a vague yellow and pink. he still looks so goddamn broken, and jack's glad he came when none of the others were around, because it starts to choke him up, and his pale ass skin has never done him any favors in hiding when he gets teary.

jack waits in the chair next to the bed, not climbing into it with him this time, but he weaves his fingers between murphy's and pillows the side of his head on their forearms, pressed side by side. maybe it's the motion that wakes him up, or the touch, or maybe murphy was awake the whole damn time and jack was too busy hating himself to notice, but when his eyes blink open, jack watches him from where he is for a still handful of seconds. ]

I'm sorry. [ he murmurs, voice with an embarrassing, but barely there kind of squeak to it. things he doesn't care about anymore when it comes to murphy. ] I can't lose you.

[ and he can't lose bucky, either. he has no fucking clue how to do this. ]

[mofi]

[ Murphy is sleeping when Jack comes into the room. He’s been going to sleep with a little help with whatever concoction of drugs that are slowly dripping into his I.V. It hasn’t put him into a deep sleep, just enough to stop panicking at the thought of Bucky, or whoever that was, coming back and finish the job. A horrifying thought because who at this hospital had the strength to fight off a super soldier?

The drugs help, Murphy sleeps, but it’s a dreamless sleep. It’s just a calm blackness that swallows him whole. Instinctually, even as he wakes, Murphy squeezes the hand that is holding is. He makes a sound, something of a gravelly hum.

He sucks in a breath of air through his nose and slowly expells it right out with a soft sigh. As his vision focuses, Murphy recognizes the face and the voice that owns the face. His expression remains flat, an unyielding impassiveness as Murphy stares at Jack. A lot has happened in a very short amount of time and the weight of it has Murphy nearly choking beneath it.

Murphy hasn’t said anything yet, the seconds feel likes minutes and minutes feel like hours. A clockless moment later, Murphy slips his hand from Jack’s and uses his elbows to prop himself up a little. And, for the sake of not looking more like a weak ass bitch, holds in his wince. ]

I can’t be around him.

text;

[belligerents]

Murphy?
murphy where are you?
I'm so fucked rn.

Re: text;

[mofi]

raven
whats going on
they just hauled my ass out of work

where are u
are u okay?

text;

[freightcars]

Never got the chance to thank you.
For what you did. For helping me.
I didn't deserve it and you could've taken it out on me, but you didn't, so.
Thank you.
You're a good guy.
I owe you 2.

Re: text;

[mofi]

[ The timing feels odd to him but Murphy isn't going to think too deeply on it. ]

took u long enough
it was the good thing to do
and jack wouldve disowned me

[ Murphy didn't do it for Jack. Murphy didn't even do it for himself. Murphy just wanted to do something good despite their last confrontation. ]

youre welcome i guess
you feel better now?

some random ass amusing bullshit he prob sends u like 8 times a day

[cicatrize]

[mofi]

ur so fckn romantic

action (backdated to early January)

[rosebyanyother]

[Having finally made concrete plans for a shopping trip, Peter makes his way over to one of the shopping areas in the Up at the appropriate time.

The irony in having made these plans now is that he finally does not need the help of other doms to make purchases. The time has come and gone for him to contract, and he has. Still, Peter thinks this will be amusing. So he's here anyway, tucked neatly and politely into one small corner of a bench as he waits.

......He tries to play a good submissive when he's in public, now. Especially when he's on his own.]

[mofi]

[ It took them a while to actually meet. There had been a lot of things that happened between then and now.

Murphy really didn't offer to shop because he was trying to help Peter. He asked because he needed help shopping for clothes. Murphy lacked any sense of fashion, all he did was pick up clothes from the ground back home. Back up in the Ark, all his clothes were taken from empty rooms.

He was all mismatched. That's all he knew. But things here are different. Clothes are clean and not weathered away. They didn't have holes in them unless it was some statement to be made.

From afar, Murphy sees Peter sitting on a bench. With one hand catching the top of the bench, Murphy hopped right over and sat himself down next to Peter. ] Hey. I hope you weren't waiting too long?

text; un: b.blake (misfire)

[skaikrudad]

[ Murphy, you have received a series of images, three in total of Raven's bare ass, what distinctly looks like Bellamy's shirt bunched up above her chest and his cock entering her from behind. The first two pictures are a little blurry because of the movement, but the third is the clearest, like he got the best shot on the third try, dropped the phone on his bed and proceeded to fuck Raven within an inch of her life.

Enjoy. ]

[mofi]

idk what u want me to do with this
tell you u u got a good angle?

[ He's conflicted because this is both very hot but also a wrecking ball to his confidence. ]

dat holler

[borntokill]

sup?

[ Yeah, that's it. Enjoy? ]

oh baby

[mofi]

wth is sup?

text « un: brokeback

[unforgivably]

We talked the one time, but you know Bellamy. Know, know Bellamy. You staying safe through all this?

un: usuk

[mofi]

hey
yeah, i remember you
this shit is fucked up
but it's nothing knew where i'm from.

text: mona

[beautiful_vengeance]

Hey, Murphy. I'm happy you came back.

Re: text: mona

[mofi]

hello mona. i am happy i came back.

gift

[borntokill]

[ It's a pretty simple thing, a heavy duty brass knuckles hung on a neck of a really good bottle of whiskey. Comes with a note: Only one of these is to be used to knock yourself out. Happy Holidays. -W ]