OPR » 006 » 073 character; Murphy Pendleton canon; Silent Hill: Downpour journal;yardbird "Hey, who knows? Maybe they have parole down in Hell for model sinners."
When I'd first met him, I was anxious about... y'know. Silent Hill. Other people from it. What that meant. Not often people come up to you and admit they went through the same bullshit supernatural world as you. Made matters worse that the next time I met him, he was yelling at my face about fire hazards. Then again... I kinda' deserved it. I must've looked like a slack-jawed idiot (why did I freak so much when he yelled at me? It wasn't like he was... Nah. Whatever.).
I owe him more than he'd probably let me say. Definitely'd be dead a few times over, and then he's gotta deal with me in general. Good ol' Shepherds and their stupid problems. Maybe dad was right about me causing too much trouble. Man, wouldn't that just be something, admitting the old man had a point somewhere in there?
Most of us have miserable timecards we punch around here. But I think at least it's good that we can be miserable in unison, or something. To be completely honest, he's the most I've ever gotten of a... 'parent' figure. Mom and dad weren't really much to compete against anyway, but still—Murphy's a good friend, and someting else familial. Something good. I'd take a bullet for him in a heartbeat, whether it's in an arm or the leg or the face. I'd prefer the arm, though, since we have rules to follow around here about not dying, and all.
... Dude's really gotta watch his weed intake, though. I'm paying for that shit in labor, so you'd better use it sparingly.
Murphy Pendleton. silent hill: downpour.
character; Murphy Pendleton
canon; Silent Hill: Downpour
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"Hey, who knows? Maybe they have parole down in Hell for model sinners."
When I'd first met him, I was anxious about... y'know. Silent Hill. Other people from it. What that meant. Not often people come up to you and admit they went through the same bullshit supernatural world as you. Made matters worse that the next time I met him, he was yelling at my face about fire hazards. Then again... I kinda' deserved it. I must've looked like a slack-jawed idiot (why did I freak so much when he yelled at me? It wasn't like he was... Nah. Whatever.).
I owe him more than he'd probably let me say. Definitely'd be dead a few times over, and then he's gotta deal with me in general. Good ol' Shepherds and their stupid problems. Maybe dad was right about me causing too much trouble. Man, wouldn't that just be something, admitting the old man had a point somewhere in there?
Most of us have miserable timecards we punch around here. But I think at least it's good that we can be miserable in unison, or something. To be completely honest, he's the most I've ever gotten of a... 'parent' figure. Mom and dad weren't really much to compete against anyway, but still—Murphy's a good friend, and someting else familial. Something good. I'd take a bullet for him in a heartbeat, whether it's in an arm or the leg or the face. I'd prefer the arm, though, since we have rules to follow around here about not dying, and all.
... Dude's really gotta watch his weed intake, though. I'm paying for that shit in labor, so you'd better use it sparingly.