[ Everything before arriving here has been clouded in a thick fog. There are gaps of lost time in his head; his head swimming in confusion. The first voice he heard upon coming to was a woman's and he'd thought it was Clarke.
The next few hours are blurred together. People talk to him and he just doesn't want to listen, doesn't believe the inane shit that they are trying to get him to believe. Heroes. Part of something bigger. Something about We're the good guys. He had to laugh at that last bit, the good guys. Murphy told them to shove it up their ass. They continued on regardless of how little he was complying, pushed him down the assembly line.
More hours later and he's in De Chima, Virginia.
All he wants to do is navigate himself around this new place, this new planet, without anyone bothering him. The last thing that Murphy wants is for anyone to approach him. But when does Murphy ever get a moment of calm, a god damn moment of peace? Before this he had been accused of murder.
Falsely accused.
It is bizarre when people start walking up to him, curiously asking if he is Murphy. John Murphy. Anxiety surges into his chest and swings at the first person who dared to step into his personal space. Everywhere he went, someone shouted for his attention, holding out their cellphones begging for a selfie. What the hell was a selfie? People who were eager for a picture get their cellphone slapped right out of their hands. Other people take pictures and video. It's starting to become a bigger deal than it ought to have been. Murphy was a nobody, shit on the bottom of your shoe. Why the hell did so many people know who he is?
At the corner of his eye, he sees something, someone and he whips around on the heels of his boots ready for a fight. ] Fuck off or I'll stab you! [ It's an empty threat, of course. Someone else had his knife. Clarke or Bellamy, one of the two. They had it and they aren't here.
What has happened, however, is that now he's hovering. Not too much, Murphy hasn't noticed is just yet. He's only a few inches off the ground. ]
02. Maurtia Falls, Pennsylvania
[ Murphy finds himself in the middle of something that he can't get out of. People are coming in droves, surrounding him. Everyone is shouting, chanting, "THE END IS NEAR, GET THEM OUT OF HERE!" All he can do is blend in, fist pumped into the air shouting along with the rest of them.
He manages to swim his way through the hordes of people, pushing his way by throwing his elbows. Clumsily, he collides into someone on his way out. ] Fuckin' move.
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[ Excuse or not excuse his typos, he's illiterate. ]
john murphy | the 100
[ Everything before arriving here has been clouded in a thick fog. There are gaps of lost time in his head; his head swimming in confusion. The first voice he heard upon coming to was a woman's and he'd thought it was Clarke.
The next few hours are blurred together. People talk to him and he just doesn't want to listen, doesn't believe the inane shit that they are trying to get him to believe. Heroes. Part of something bigger. Something about We're the good guys. He had to laugh at that last bit, the good guys. Murphy told them to shove it up their ass. They continued on regardless of how little he was complying, pushed him down the assembly line.
More hours later and he's in De Chima, Virginia.
All he wants to do is navigate himself around this new place, this new planet, without anyone bothering him. The last thing that Murphy wants is for anyone to approach him. But when does Murphy ever get a moment of calm, a god damn moment of peace? Before this he had been accused of murder.
Falsely accused.
It is bizarre when people start walking up to him, curiously asking if he is Murphy. John Murphy. Anxiety surges into his chest and swings at the first person who dared to step into his personal space. Everywhere he went, someone shouted for his attention, holding out their cellphones begging for a selfie. What the hell was a selfie? People who were eager for a picture get their cellphone slapped right out of their hands. Other people take pictures and video. It's starting to become a bigger deal than it ought to have been. Murphy was a nobody, shit on the bottom of your shoe. Why the hell did so many people know who he is?
At the corner of his eye, he sees something, someone and he whips around on the heels of his boots ready for a fight. ] Fuck off or I'll stab you! [ It's an empty threat, of course. Someone else had his knife. Clarke or Bellamy, one of the two. They had it and they aren't here.
What has happened, however, is that now he's hovering. Not too much, Murphy hasn't noticed is just yet. He's only a few inches off the ground. ]
02. Maurtia Falls, Pennsylvania
[ Murphy finds himself in the middle of something that he can't get out of. People are coming in droves, surrounding him. Everyone is shouting, chanting, "THE END IS NEAR, GET THEM OUT OF HERE!" All he can do is blend in, fist pumped into the air shouting along with the rest of them.
He manages to swim his way through the hordes of people, pushing his way by throwing his elbows. Clumsily, he collides into someone on his way out. ] Fuckin' move.
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[ Excuse or not excuse his typos, he's illiterate. ]
what the hell is going on hear