The first thing Murphy did upon waking was, of course, to look to his left for his brother. He was met with the strange sight of a what he could only think of as the inside of a sci-fi-looking tanning bed. Confused, he looked to his right. Still no Connor. Still in a pod like he was in fucking Cocoon or some shit.
"Connor?" his brother's name escaped because of course it did. Even if he couldn't see the other, he had to be around somewhere near by. He had to.
Murphy undid the seat belt and began pawing around the small space, looking with his fingers more than his eyes. Those were locked on the glass of the window getting pounding by the rain and hail. Not good signs. Where the fuck was he?
"Connor, I swear, if this is a fucking joke, it's not a funny one," he muttered as he found the backpack and pulled it out from under his seat. The food and water and flashlight and - "You and your stupid fucking rope" - were mostly ignored in favor of the field knife. It was only after he got it out and went to put it in his hip sheath that he thought to check for his guns and ammo. Both gone, though his shoulder holsters were still there.
So, definitely not Connor's doing. Which meant he'd been separated from his brother without remembering how. Which also meant...
"CONNOR!" Murphy shouted into the rain as he popped the proverbial hood on his pod. "CONNOR! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU? CONNOR!"
Murphy MacManus | Boondock Saints | cw: gratuitous use of the f-bomb
"Connor?" his brother's name escaped because of course it did. Even if he couldn't see the other, he had to be around somewhere near by. He had to.
Murphy undid the seat belt and began pawing around the small space, looking with his fingers more than his eyes. Those were locked on the glass of the window getting pounding by the rain and hail. Not good signs. Where the fuck was he?
"Connor, I swear, if this is a fucking joke, it's not a funny one," he muttered as he found the backpack and pulled it out from under his seat. The food and water and flashlight and - "You and your stupid fucking rope" - were mostly ignored in favor of the field knife. It was only after he got it out and went to put it in his hip sheath that he thought to check for his guns and ammo. Both gone, though his shoulder holsters were still there.
So, definitely not Connor's doing. Which meant he'd been separated from his brother without remembering how. Which also meant...
"CONNOR!" Murphy shouted into the rain as he popped the proverbial hood on his pod. "CONNOR! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU? CONNOR!"