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Post by murph on Oct 12, 2010 23:14:32 GMT -5
Space.
The final frontier.
The ever expanding uni(multi?)verse in which everything existed.
What were the chances of one, single person finding one other, single person in that huge, vast, unending place? Billions to one. Trillions to point eight oh two four six, even. But he had done it. He had beaten those odds into a bloody pulp, pissed on their remains, and then slept with their sister. And then he had gotten a drink.
Because that's what Irish luck did to 'unbeatable' odds.
Murph had that luck to thank for coming across his older brother in some no-name pub on some no-name planet. He had that luck to thank for a lot of things, really, but at this present moment, he was most thankful for this development. He had been searching for Scotty for years, and now was back to that old life he looked back on with fond memory.
Of course, this run-down ship was a far cry from the nice house they had lived in when they had been wee sprogs.
Things clanked and groaned, rust was the color theme in many of the skinny hallways and small rooms he had explored that no one seemed to use on a frequent basis, and when he had last seen his brother the Scotsman had been swearing and beating some giant thing that was spouting steam in his face, with alarms going off and lights flashing everywhere. Had someone brought in some loud, techno music and killed the lights it might have passed for the best rave this side of the galaxy. Murph wisely decided to stay on the upper floors, where things were kept nice and (freakishly) clean. Apparently the captain was a bit OCD about cleanliness. Staying washed was all good and well, but if the gravity simulator ever copped out, he wouldn't have any idea which way was up, everything was so spotless and shiny.
After getting acquainted with the ship - AKA locating the kitchen to see what kind of alcohol this hunk of metal was carrying - Murph decided to see if any of the crew members were out and about. He hadn't met anyone yet, but had heard there were a colorful group of people here. Always up for meeting new friends, the Irishman had made it a personal mission to shake a few hands and learn a few names today.
"Helloooooooo!" he called out, one hand cupped around his mouth, the other holding on to his small flask of Guinness. His voice echoed down the empty halls, making a few of the loose sheets of metal vibrate. "Oh, that's nice, that is," he said to himself, nodding at the acoustics. "HellooooooOOOO!"
He could always talk to himself if no one heard him. Murph was good at entertaining himself.
[Yay. Come play with Murph =D]
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Post by Vasch on Oct 13, 2010 1:14:40 GMT -5
Vasch couldn’t help but be curious about the Axis’ new crew member. He was curious enough to ask Scotty a few questions here and there, but not curious enough to go seek out the man and meet him. Not yet anyway. From what he heard from Scotty, the man sounded nice enough, and interesting too. Vasch figured that after his workout, he’d go and maybe be social for once and introduce himself.
Vasch always worked out alone and always worked out in his room. There was probably a designated workout room somewhere on board the ship, but Vasch didn’t use it. His workout routine was quite different from a normal person’s. He danced. Belly danced. And it was usually to some Turkish music that he’d had for years. He had no clue what they were saying, but the beat was perfect. Chair dancing was also a favorite of his. Before Gilbert started staying in his room, he had been seriously weighing the pros and cons of putting up a stripper pole in his room. It wasn’t like he was going to be using it for anything other than exercising.
No, that time in his life was over. Yet… there were still old habits that were so hard to break. Dancing was just one of those habits. So, Vasch did his best to transform his dancing from something that could make him money, to something that he could use on the Axis. Exercise was the best solution. And it was a solution that worked perfectly for him. He could dance and stay fit at the same time.
Stretching, he decided to call it a wrap and moved over to his music player, shutting it off. Something sounded in the hall. He wasn’t quite sure what it was, but he thought it might have been a voice. He shrugged to himself. Or, it could have just been the echo of his music.
"HellooooooOOOO!"
Who the hell was that? Vasch didn’t recognize the voice. At all. He thought about putting something decent on for a split second (After all, his feet were bare and he wasn’t wearing anything other than a pair of shorts and a tank top), but his curiosity got the better of him and he crept over to his door. He hastily unlocked it and opened it just enough for him to peer out. He saw a man standing in the hall with a flask in one hand.
Sliding the door open the rest of the way, Vasch stepped out into the hall, studying the man. He leaned against the wall next to his door. Vasch watched him with curious green eyes, studying him, so to speak.
Biting his lip, he moved closer, almost hesitantly slow. He wasn’t the best at starting up conversations, after all. “You… must be Scotty’s brother. I’m Vasch. I’m the resident weapons specialist.”
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Post by murph on Oct 13, 2010 14:11:14 GMT -5
Murph strolled slowly down the hallways as his echo continued to vibrate through the ship, grinning to himself as he took another swig from his flask. Even if the Axis was completely empty, save himself and his brother, he could still have a good time. The place was big enough to be a maze while drunk, and he bet Irish drinking songs sounded amazing with acoustics like these, especially if he found something to drum on to keep the beat of the easy tunes.
Lost in thought, the Irishman was unaware of a door that he had just passed opening, and was oblivious to the small man who stepped out and watched him for a moment. He hummed one of his favorite jigs under his breath as he looked out one of the thick windows that allowed a view of outside, wondering where, exactly, they were. None of the stars looked familiar to him.
A voice pulled him out of his thoughts, and he turned around with a surprised look on his face. Right...he wasn't alone in here. He had forgotten for a moment. And what's this...a weapons specialist? Oh great...it looked like he had been taking a nap, judging by what he was wearing. Way to go, he thought to himself. Piss off the guy who could probably shoot him ten ways to Sunday right off the bat.
"Sorry, mate, if I woke ye," he said as he put away his flask. "Didn't realize people were sleepin' in this hall." He held out a hand nonetheless, figuring that if he hadn't been shot by now, he might not have stepped on any toes just yet. "S'right, Scotty's me elder brother. I'm Patrick Murphy, but please, call me Murph." He ended with a wink and a smile, which usually put people at ease.
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Post by Vasch on Oct 13, 2010 18:44:55 GMT -5
Green eyes studied his new crewmate curiously before stepping forward and gently taking his hand, giving it a little shake. He couldn’t fight away the blush that spread across his cheeks at Murph’s wink. The man was clearly charming, much like Scotty had been when he first met him. Only Scotty was a little more arrogant and not drinking a flask full of some alcoholic liquid. Vasch couldn’t help but wonder if the Irishman was drunk. It was likely, since Murph was in fact Irish and they loved their alcohol.
Vasch blinked a little. Did he really look like he was napping? Well, he was wearing a… rather short pair of shorts and just a tank top. Normally he wouldn’t dare be caught in this state of dress. Or lack thereof. Maybe he should have stopped and changed clothes before he came out to investigate?
He shook his head, lowering his eyes slightly. “No, I wasn’t sleeping. Just… working out.” Green eyes flickered back up to Murph’s face. “You… are a lot like Scotty.”
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Post by murph on Oct 13, 2010 19:49:41 GMT -5
Murph gave a pleased smile as a light flush stained Vasch's cheeks. He had to admit, he was a bit of a schmoozer, but he enjoyed every second of it. And the people he was schmoozing generally did, too. Then again, there were those who thought he was making fun of them when he turned up the charm, and those ended in fights, which was fine by him. A little fist fight never hurt anyone. Too badly, at least.
"No? Ah...keepin' fit. Well, sorry ta throw yer rhythm," he amended, the smile still on his face. "I know how some people kin get about that kinda stuff so...sorry. Don't need ta piss off the weapons specialist." He ended with a laugh, figuring he was safe voicing his earlier concern. Vasch didn't seem like he was going to put a bullet - or a plasma laser- through his head.
He finally took the moment to look over his first acquaintance on the ship. Vasch was short, that was easy enough to recognize, but it was also obvious that he wasn't lying about his position on the ship. The young man's body was toned nicely, and Murph could see him lugging around some of those heavy duty guns without too much of a problem. The tank top and shorts the smaller man had on showed off just about everything, so Murph didn't have to imagine what Vasch looked like, like he normally had to do when meeting people. Of course, there were special cases when he woke up with naked people that he didn't remember in bed with him. Then he got a nice look at people he had no recollection of.
"Aye? What makes ye say that?" Murph asked, that grin still on his face.
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Post by Vasch on Oct 13, 2010 20:42:31 GMT -5
Vasch’s blush only got darker at Murph’s pleased smile. Murph was most definitely a charmer and Vasch, well; he was almost used to it. Given his… whatever he had with Francis. And his odd best friends with benefits relationship with Scotty. Then there was Gilbert. Vasch wasn't quite sure what the fuck they were. Gilbert slept in his room, they'd sex a few times, but according to Gilbert, they weren't dating. Fuck buddies then, maybe?
Murph just seemed to have a naturally friendly air about him, and it drew Vasch in like a moth to the flame. Vasch was strangely comfortable with the Irishman. More so than he had been with Scotty at first, which says a lot. Vasch had practically poured his heart out to Scotty within twenty minutes of meeting him. He hoped that he wouldn’t do more with Murph in less time. After all, he had a reputation to keep up.
He smiled a tiny bit. “No, it’s alright. I was finishing up when I heard you yell.” Vasch couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Don’t worry, you didn’t. It doesn’t take much to piss me off but I’m not that bad.”
Green eyes lowered slightly as Murph looked him over. Since having this… fling with Gilbert, he couldn’t help but be a little insecure at times. He squirmed a little, quite aware of how little his outfit left to the imagination. His lean muscled dancer’s body was almost on full display. Not to mention how the shorts definitely showed off his… assets. Old habits died hard and making sure his best feature was flaunted was something that he did without even noticing it. It had become second nature to him.
Vasch had already studied the Irishman. Murph was handsome, just like Scotty was. His laid back and friendly personality only made him more attractive. And besides his own, Vasch had never seen eyes quite so green.
He looked back up at Murph and bit his lip. “Well… your personalities seem… similar. Only you’re more laid back than he is.”
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Post by murph on Oct 13, 2010 22:50:44 GMT -5
Murph let out a quiet 'phew' and wiped imaginary sweat from his forehead as Vasch informed him he hadn't done anything to set him off. "Glad for it, mate. First day here and gettin' people upset with me...not a great first impression, aye?" Aye. And if Murph knew anything about meeting people, it was that first impressions were key. Granted, hearing him holler down the hallway might have raised a few eyebrows, but this meeting seemed to be going over pretty smoothly.
"You ever try yellin' in here? It's great," he said, picking up that topic and running with it for a moment because it really was. "If anyone kin sing in this hunk o' metal, they'd sound amazing' practicin' in these halls." He held up one finger to indicate Vasch should hold on a moment, sucked in a lungful of air, and let loose a string of swears, one following the other. He closed his mouth after the fifth left, and grinned as the loose metal plates vibrated and his voice carried down hallway after hallway, coming back at them from odd angles. "Great, innit?"
He felt a lot more at ease around Vasch already, since the guy wasn't pulling guns out left and right and pointing them at rather unfortunate areas on his person. He enjoyed people he could be a bit relaxed with, and already this ship seemed like it would be full of them.
"Aye...we are similar in that respect. He's certainly more of a hot head than me, though. I have me moments, o'course, but I don't get me panties in a bunch over silly little things." Murph leaned in as he said this, as if it were some kind of secret, a little gleam in his eye that echoed the little grin on his lips. "Piece o' work, that one."
Pulling away again, he reached for his flask and unscrewed the top, taking a little swig from it, licking his lips after. "Damn good stuff you have on this rig. Had to refill before I went explorin'...never any good to walk around with an empty flask."
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Post by belle on Oct 14, 2010 15:10:04 GMT -5
Normally if there was such a creative string of curses echoing down the halls of the Axis, the accent was more or less German. This one, however was... not. It could have been Scooty, maybe, but it was unlikely that he'd be out of the engine room and this pissed. They had picked up a new addition today. The Scotsman's brother, wasn't he? Strange, he hadn't seemed ill-tempered, but Belle had hardly seen him so far. He had yet to be sent down to her for a check up, which she would have to conduct eventually. By the sound of it, he might need something now.
After supplying herself with an emergency packet and making sure the door was locked behind her, Belle trotted out and down the hall to wear the colorful "poetry" had come from. She'd become able to detect the directions that sounds originated from, courtesy of all the trouble the captain got himself into while trying to fit into the ceiling rather than letting the smaller first mate do it.
When Belle arrived on the scene, however, Scooty's brother was talking to a barely-dressed Vasch, smiling and appearing quite healthy and content. Baffled and beginning to wonder if maybe he simply had turrets, or maybe it was a reaction to Vasch's barely-there shorts? Either way, she dared to venture closer.
"Is everything alright here?" she asked.
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Post by Vasch on Oct 16, 2010 21:39:03 GMT -5
All Vasch could do was stare as Murph let loose a string of curses. He knew quite well how people’s voices could carry down these halls. Especially with a German captain who seemed to always be yelling for some reason or another. Usually at Gilbert, because Gilbert had a habit of pissing his little brother off. Murph was… definitely different. Vasch hadn’t ever met anyone like him.
He looked up at Murph, not being able to keep from smiling a little. “It… it’s something else, that’s for sure.”
Vasch was almost surprised at how at ease he felt. The other’s cheerfulness was most definitely contagious. For once, he found himself completely relaxed around someone he’d met only minutes before. He didn’t have any friends on this ship besides Scotty, but Murph had potential.
He couldn’t help but laugh a little. Scotty did tend to get pissy over little things. Vasch blushed a little as Murph leaned in close. He got the feeling that he was being charmed by the other… but he really didn’t mind. Not at all. Actually, he found himself rather liking it.
Green eyes flickered over to Belle as she came around the corner. Vasch huffed a little and tugged at his shorts. He really didn’t want the whole fricken crew seeing him in shorts that barely covered his ass.
Vasch looked over to her and nodded. “We’re fine.” He didn’t mean to sound so short and snippy, but that was just the way he was when he spoke to people he didn’t know well. Murph and Scotty seemed to be the only exceptions to that rule.
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Post by murph on Oct 16, 2010 22:09:52 GMT -5
Murph was glad Vasch seemed to be enjoying himself. It always was a bit of a bother when he had a good time joking around and talking with people, and they looked like they'd rather jump off a cliff. It made it harder to come off as nice and not annoying. There were those people that couldn't stand his nearly constant grinning and sweet-talking.
He was about to continue down another topic, but he heard a set of footsteps heading their way at a decent pace. He looked up in time to see another blond turn the corner, and he smiled at the prospect of meeting another crew member. He gave the newcomer a once over, as he had Vasch, and thanked his lucky stars for having such attractive crew mates. Really, could it get any better than the two that stood before him presently?
"Aye, lassie, everythin's fine. Sorry if I startled ye with me shoutin' just then. Just admirin' the acoustics of the place." He gave a slight bow in the woman's direction, keeping his green eyes focused on her with a smile on his face. "Patrick Murphy. Call me Murph. I'm Scotty's younger brother, first day on board. Forgive me if I'm breakin' any rules I don't know about by hollerin'."
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Post by belle on Oct 16, 2010 22:23:39 GMT -5
If there was anything that Belle had expected from Scooty's brother, it was not this. She ignored Vasch and his short shorts and tried not to blush at the charm of this new crew mate. He was so... happy. It did occur to her to wonder if that was due solely to the flask he had with him, but Belle looked past that.
"Welcome aboard the Axis, Murph. It's nice to meet you." She smiled at him, as pleasantly as he was at her, and offered her hand for a shake. "My name is Belle, and I am the medic. the infirmary is just down the hall, and there's a large red cross on the door. It should be easy to find if you need anything."
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Post by Vasch on Oct 17, 2010 12:16:08 GMT -5
Vasch was enjoying himself. Or rather, he had been enjoying himself until a certain female doctor interrupted. While Belle looked as if she hadn’t really noticed his attire, Vasch was still not pleased. At all. He huffed a little and put his hands on his hips. Of course Murph would ignore him completely for a well endowed female. Most anyone on this ship would ignore him for a female. Even Gilbert.
When he was young and working at the brothel, on slow nights when everyone was getting customers but him, he often wished that he was a girl. Since they were the ones raking in the money. He’s always go running to Sophie on break, pouting. He’d tell her that he wished that he was a girl so that he could make more money. Slow nights always did a number on his self esteem. Luckily, there were more fast nights than slow and fast nights brought it back up again.
Though, being on a ship where many of the guys would rather a nice rack compared to a set of hips and a nice ass, was more than a little tough. He obviously was in the latter category. He was surprised that he managed to real at least one of them in. Even though Gilbert would hit on anything that walked.
He watched them introduce themselves. Vasch took this as a sign that maybe it was time for him to just fade into the background, like he usually did. He inched away from Murph and leaned against the wall, flat out glaring at Belle.
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Post by murph on Oct 17, 2010 19:32:09 GMT -5
"Belle...a fitting name," Murph said as he took her hand, turning it over and leaning down to press a kiss to the smooth skin rather than shaking it. It was easier to crank up the charm with women, since the majority wouldn't turn down a bit of flattery, but with men it was more difficult. Murph had no problem sleeping with whomever he ended up stumbling home from the bar with, but there had been many a morning he woke up to a naked man falling out of his bed in surprise and horror. He knew to keep a safe distance with men when first meeting them, and once he got to know them - and their preferences - a bit better, he could adjust his charming as he saw fit.
"Ah, great. On a first name basis with the medic. I've made a few good friends today," he said with a little chuckle as he straightened up, letting go of Belle's hand after giving it a little squeeze. "Hopefully I won't be makin' many trips to see ye about stitchin' me up. Friendly visits are always preferred, aye?"
Murph glanced back at Vasch to smile at him as well, figuring the two must know each other pretty well, considering their jobs on the ship. He could only imagine how many times something had failed to work or ended up backfiring, sending Vasch to see Belle about saving his limb or something like that. But the look on the man's face sang a different tune. Vasch looked...pissed off, really. There were no other words for it. His own smile faltered a bit, and he glanced back at Belle to make sure that was who Vasch was frowning at, and someone new hadn't come up behind him while he had turned around. Nope. Just Belle.
Interesting.
"And where are you scootin' off to, lad?" Murph questioned, not wanting to potentially lose the blond so soon. "Not up to date on your shots?" He chuckled a little, trying to make Vasch smile again.
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Post by belle on Oct 17, 2010 19:52:23 GMT -5
The only other person on the ship who flirted with her was Gilbert and that was... different. 'Murph' was more subtle, and that was charming, but he wasn't the captain. Now if the captain kissed her hand like that...
"Yes, I do prefer casual visits from the crew. It's more pleasant to keep company with someone when I'm not worried about them." She noticed Vasch's pouting now that Murph was giving attention to him again. It was the jealous pout she'd caught once or twice when he was obviously mad at Gilbert. Had the new addition been hitting on him, to?
"I trust Vasch is being hospitable?" she asked him. "Did I interrupt a tour?"
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Post by Vasch on Oct 17, 2010 20:25:12 GMT -5
Green eyes narrowed a little as Murph placed a kiss on Belle. He wasn’t so sure why he was so jealous. Maybe because for the first time in years someone was showing him a bit of attention? Gilbert didn’t exactly count. Gilbert flirted with anything and everything. He liked the harmless, flirting attention. It was so much more flattering than the attention he used to get when he was younger. So to have Murph ignore him for Belle made his blood boil a little.
Vasch looked over to Murph, pausing in his escape. “Well, I didn’t want to interrupt the two of you.” He gave Murph a little smile. “I’m not very fond of needles.”
He glanced over to Belle when she spoke to him. Short nails dug into the skin on his hips and he gave her a sugary sweet smile. “Oh, I’m always hospitable to new crew members, Belle.”
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