Murdoc's Story

Murdoc chuckled; he didn’t see any point in being here because he liked himself the way he was. Oh yeah, except for his smoking. Murdoc reached for the packet of smokes in his pocket and pulled it out. He opened it and clenched a cigarette between his lips.
Next he pulled his zippo out and swiftly lit the cigarette. Murdoc took a puff, his first one since yesterday. His back was turned to the other newcomers and Miss Love.
He took another puff and squinted at the moving bush.
Murdoc looked around; no one was really paying attention, so he started walking towards the rustling leaves of the bush. He bent slightly as he tried to see what was going on.
Murdoc was slightly startled when he saw the girl hiding there. He didn’t expect to find a person.
Murdoc raised his eyebrows and smiled crookedly. With the smile still on his face he raised his finger too his lips.
He gestured that he would not reveal her hiding spot by pretending to zip his lips. Murdoc disposed of the cigarette and turned his back on Natalie.
He had to go in and face Miss Love sometime.
He doubted her innocence and her pretentious ways, as he doubted everyone. Murdoc stuffed his hands into his pockets and stopped a few good feet away from everyone.
Murdoc turned his head to look at Natalie again. He smiled, he liked her tattoos.

Murdoc shot a look at the woman with the gun. Why would she want to scare someone who is already scared out of her mind and feels out of place.
He stepped into the line of fire and kept a blank expression on his face.
He didn't think that scaring her into the house would work.
"What did she do wrong?" Murdoc demanded with a slight accent. His hands were still in his pockets and his face now took on a daring expression.
He smirked. A woman with a gun, is not as scary as it is hot. Murdoc looked back at Natalie, hoping she would come out of her hiding spot.

Up until this point, Natalie had been completely out of her element. Friendly characters and warm gestures were not at all what she was used to, bringing out the timidness inside her. This however... gruff characters shouting commands, guns pointed... this she was used to. This was definitely not the first time someone had pointed a gun in her face.

She now crouched in attack position, left foot back, eyes blazing, and sharp teeth bared, as she let out a viscous growl. Unclenching her fists revealed a set of metal claws embedded in her finger tips, surgically implanted in a procedure she had been forced to undergo several years ago. They were very intimidating, though not near as dangerous as even a pocket knife, in actuality. Nevertheless, they could make a decent scratch. Half a second passed, with Natalie taking a deep, calm breath as the breeze rustled her hood and robe.

Suddenly, springing into action she leaped forward in a well practiced lunge, striking violently at the security guard with her left hand, before latching onto onto the top of the doorway, mid flight, with her right. Swinging herself inside, she wedged her body between the ceiling and the top of the door frame, holding herself there with almost animal-like strength, hoping to avoid the inevitable retaliation.

It took Murdoc a few seconds to gather his thoughts about what had just happened. Even though he was almost scared shitless by the passive girl suddenly becoming aggressive and attacking the guard, he hid his true emotions and kept his face in an expression that suggested that he was amused.
Murdoc looked at Othello and shrugged. He figured that she would never mess with Natalie again, whilst he would let her figth her own battles.
Not that he cared, or at least showed that he cared.
Murdoc chuckled and, against his better judgement, walked into the house after Natalie had clawed her way in. It felt cold to him here, or maybe that was just because of what he heard about this woman.

Othello was about to shout at the boy who stepped into the line of fire, but then she was surprised by the animal child's attack. She was more annoyed than anything, but then again, this hasn't been the first time she's been attacked. She was inches away from pulling the trigger before Miss Love intervened.

"Are you threatened by Othello? She's a meanie, isn't she?"

Not as mean as you are when you're mad, boss. Othello smirked and holstered her weapon. If that animal girl stayed as violent as she was, she would see that Miss Love wasn't as lovely as she seemed. She'd already hedged her bets on who would die first.

Othello followed her boss into the house and leaned against the corner. One thing, however, bothered her. The boy that intervened. He reminded her of her brother. Not physically, of course. This skinny fire starter had nothing on her brother. But his sense of justice even when justice was absent- THAT was very much like Iago. She found herself staring at the boy. Murdoc, she thought his name was? The attack was completely out of her mind as she pondered this boy.

Murdoc crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against a wall. He was on the far end of the first room that they walked into. Miss Love and Othello were on the other side, trying to make Natalie feel comfortable.
If he got a hug right now, he wouldn’t be comfortable at all.
Murdoc actually wished he could be alone and in silence for a moment. He blocked out the part where Miss Love announced the rules, but his mind snapped back to consciousness as Natalie’s bare feet thudded past him and into the next room. He was thinking of going there himself, the twins had been hiding there, but obviously he wouldn’t reveal anyone’s hiding places.

If you grant people their privacy, they might grant you your own.

Murdoc looked up and straight into the stare of Othello. For a moment he felt extremely uncomfortable and shifted around.
Murdoc clenched his teeth and hoped that Othello’s stare didn’t mean that he would be her next victim. His gaze shifted to the room and his surroundings. He hoped he would be assigned to a room soon.
Murdoc pushed himself away from the wall to inspect the room further. If he was going to be here for as long as it seemed, he needed to familiarize himself with his cold surroundings.
When he turned again, Othello was still eyeing him. In response to that, Murdoc eyed her from head to toe and back again with a ‘what are you looking at?’ expression in his eyes.
He didn’t want his expression to seem rude, not at all – just curious. He wasn’t really fond of having a gun in his face.

Othello noticed that Murdoc's expression had changed. It looked slightly disturbed and quizzical. She immediately broke the stare at that point, not realizing how long she'd been staring. Still, she chuckled slightly, relishing the thought of having scared him a bit. It was crazy, he couldn't be a thing like her brother.

Othello finally took notice that Natalie was gone again. Damn animal child. She didn't look forward to busting her humps to find her, only to get attacked again. She decided to take this problem to her boss.

"Miss Love, the animal girl is hiding again. What do you suggest we do? We don't want her escaping."

Murdoc smirked when Othello broke the gaze between them and walked around slowly.

"...the animal girl is hiding again. What do you suggest we do? We don't want her escaping." Murdoc overheard.

He wanted to intervene, to tell them that she would have made her escape whilst they were all outside, that is if she wanted to.
Murdoc smiled and gave in to his need to interrupt. "Maybe she just needs space, she could have left already if she wanted to." He raised his voice and turned around to walk away with a crooked smile on his face.
Murdoc was always one to raise his opinions, but never wanted it to get him into trouble. That is why he walked away, but only into the next room. He was clearly visible as he stood in the doorway with his back turned to Miss Love and Othello.
He was facing the twins now.

Lyne padded lightly over to the white haired boy, Carmen sighed but leaned agianst a wall she knew how he felt on the matter so he refused to go with her. Smiling back at the White haired boy Lyne leaned agianst the wall next to him, "You smoke right? Willing to loan me one? I already figured out where the back door is... so we can smoke out there...Oh! Im Lyne by the way. Carmen is my twin but he doesnt like me smoking and im rambaling so im going to shut up..." She said her sweet voice barly above a whisper, a very faint blush had graced her cheeks she was uncomfertable becaue normally Carman was beside her when she spoke to new people and this showed in the way she talked in rapid and rambaling sentences.

Carmen sat at the table saving a seat for Murdoc and Lyne, She padded lightly infront of him and opened what appeared to be a unused door into the back yard, "Thanks you for smoking with me, I dont normally talk to people without Carmen..." She said her voice was confised she didnt know what to say really and her troat was beging to hurt because of her ill formed vocal cords."So..." She said softly with a crooked grin, "What you think of this place so far?" She asked. Carmen copied the other kids postion but he wanted to march out side and be with Lyne even if she was smoking he didnt care he hated being alone.

Murdoc looked back at the door.
"Don't you think we should go?" He said as he heard Miss Love call for everyone to go eat. He pulled two cigarettes out. He lit the first one and handed it to Lyne and lit the second for himself.
"It seems eerie." He chuckled. "That crazy woman makes it that way..." He shook his head and took a long drag of his cigarette.
"What do you think of it?" He returned her question and looked at the door again before she answered.
Murdoc quickly finished his cigarette and bounced around with his hands in his pockets.
He smiled at Lynne. She was so small - it looked funny for her to be smoking.