Description

Full Name:
Dylan Rowe Murphy

Nickname:
N/A

Age:
24

Previous Occupation:
Freelance Writer

Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual

Deceptive| Troublemaker | Independent | Crass | Quirky

Dylan isn't one to follow any sort of rules or regulations taking them more as guidelines than anything actually set in stone. Which tends to get him in more trouble than it's worth. An added benefit that goes hand in hand with his reckless behavior.

Strengths:
Observant | Patient | Adaptive

Weakness:
Rash | Clumsy | Short Attention Span

Dylan was born in Indianapolis until he was fifteen where he moved to Portland, Oregon after his mother died to stay with his father, who for the most part simply ignored him. He got through school with a few bumps and bruises but managed to survive. He finished a year of college before deciding it wasn't his thing and started to hop around jobs of all sorts before he returned to one of the few things he liked doing, writing. He was originally working as a columnist with a small group writing up reviews on several local shops every week but soon ditched it for not giving him as much creativity as he wanted.
After getting fired or quitting from almost every job he got because he lack of care over the rules and an aggressive behavior. He surfed around the west coast he started to freelance which paid for most of what he needed, that is if he got paid in time. Over the past year Dylan's been working back to back with several clients with a span of different jobs. Someone mentioned an island that seems to be a new hot spot and picked up a job of writing a review for it.

So begins...

Dylan Murphy's Story

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The Island

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#2015-01-19 13:20:58, as written by Duct Tape

After the alarms went off Ruby headed down the hallway figuring she would head to the main desk to maybe get some answers about the total bullshit that was going on. However after only a couple of steps a man stepped out from the staircase. She recognized him from yesterday they had arrived at the same time and she was pretty sure he had a room next to hers.

“Hey, what the fuck is going on?”

Ruby couldn’t help but look at him completely dumbfounded. “Your heads bleeding.” She pointed out, it wasn’t like a gash or in any need of medical attention but nothing else had come to mind at the time. ”Um,” She put her hand up realizing she hadn’t actually answered his question. ”I mean, I don’t know well. Although you should probably stop that bleeding. Cut on the head, lots of blood vessels...” She dragged on at the end as she stopped herself from rambling on. The slam of a door took her attention next as she turned around to see another woman barricade her door. ”What is happening? Why is your door shaking.” She finished as another door opened up revealing another one of the resort goers. "Well I doubt you have any idea what's happening." she spoke to the new woman.

Dylan woke up at six o’clock after sleeping the entire time since he got to the island. The boat ride over was more of a car ride down a bumpy mountain and left him feeling rather sick and not in the mood to do much of anything that first day.
As he stood to his feet he cracked his knuckles and headed to the bathroom. He was still not feeling one hundred percent but it seemed like polar opposites when compared to yesterday. He took a couple of aspirins and washed his face with a wet cloth. Leaving the room he slid on his shoes and his black zip up sweater and left his room for the dining hall. The walk there was rather sketchy as almost all the lights seemed to be out. Except for a select few at the ends of each hall but he managed to simply shrug it off thinking perhaps someone flipped the switches and no one put them back on. It was early in the morning and seemed like a pretty good reason.

Making his way past the main hall he started to get a creeping feeling that something was going on. There was no one to be seen. However he went back to the reason being it was early and maybe he just happened to get there when someone just left. A rather shitty excuse but he wasn’t asking any questions.

Dylan entered the dining room which had the window curtains fully drawn and was letting in the beginning of sunlight, granted it wasn’t a whole bunch. He grabbed a cup from the serving table and poured himself a cup of coffee. Something was off though and sticking a finger in the cup revealed that it was cold, almost freezing. “Fucking great.” He moaned placing the cup back down on the table. All he wanted was a quick wake up that he hoped would be his morning coffee but instead was three louder than life alarm bells going off and he must have been directly underneath one as it damn near deafened him.
It took him a minute before his ears stopped ringing and the sound of a door grabbed his attention. A man came out of the kitchen and figuring he was one of the workers he called out to him. “Hey man what’s with those fuck off alarms? You guys start a fire in there or something.”

“Or something.” The man said with a smirk.

”What do you mean ‘or someth-” Before he could finish his sentence a knife was imbedded into the wall he was standing behind.”What the fuck.” He looked at the man again who was brandishing another knife and winding up. ”Shit.” He managed to utter before taking off in the opposite direction. Taking the first set of stairs of he took off down the hallway only looking back for a second as he rounded the corner running directly into the back of another man and falling backwards to the ground. “Oh shit.” He looked up at the man who lucky was in a group with several others that seemed to have no idea what was happening either.

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The Island

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#2015-01-19 20:47:41, as written by wheezymcgee

Jimmy,looked at her, now realizing that he was bleeding. "Oh yeah, I'm used to to that. " He said. He got injuries like that a lot being a boxer, they didn't really bother him all that much anymore. Just then the blonde girl who was rooming next to them came racing out of her room. Having quickly barred her door with a chair. "I assume there's another killer in there?" He said to her. Just then a new person came up from behind him. Whipping around ready to fight again, Jimmy realized it was another confused tenant just like them.

The blonde girls door was now violently beginning to rattle. "That's not gonna hold him forever" He said to her. Now noticing that they had all kind of gathered near his door. He opened it and stepped in. " I recommend that you guys come in and we can figure out a plan. " His shirt now had blood on it and had intended to change it. After cautiously checking the bathroom, he confirmed his room was empty. Throwing off his now ruined shirt he went over to his bag he grabbed a new t shirt. It was just a plain black shirt. After doing that, He looked to them. "Does anybody have any idea what the fuck is going on here? He said to the crowd.

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The Island

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#2015-01-19 22:02:56, as written by RubyTuesday

Julia's door shuddered as the man on the other side shoulder barged it. The chair creaked beneath the pressure, its wooden legs bending slightly as they threatened to break.

"Upon hearing a new voice, her head snapped to the side to face the speaker, terrified it might be another psychopath. But instead, it was a red-headed girl that spoke to her. After a brief second, Julia recognized her as one of the other guests. ”What is happening? Why is your door shaking?” Julia just shook her head, trying to stutter out a reply, "Guy.. with a knife... he.."

"I assume there's another killer in there?" Another voice joined them, and Julia turned to see another one of the guests. Her eyes widened when she saw the blood that stained his head. Julia found herself lost for words, and so the man said coolly, "That's not gonna hold him forever." She glanced back at the door, which pounded again, as if on queue. The man suggested figuring out a plan, and so, eager to escape the lunatic currently trying to escape her room, Julia stumbled after the group of guests.

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#2015-01-21 00:09:33, as written by Duct Tape

Dylan watched as the chair bent and cracked from the force behind the door but couldn’t help but think if the one that was chasing him was still on his trail. Before he could mention the potential of the second attacker the brute he had run into directed everyone into his room, and why not? The guy looked like he could take someone on. He even looked like he had just been in a fight too.

Scrambling to his feet he followed the small group and listened as a plan was set out. It was solid enough yet he highly doubted that they would simply get off that easy although it was still a good chance. And to think he was hoping it would be another boring gig.

“I’ll get his back if there’s any other lunatics out there.” Dylan was capable although he was definitely more of a scrapper than a heavy hitter. Failing to fully mention that he may or may not have led another to them, of course he never actually thought he would run into any one else while he was trying to get back to his room. Especially this early regardless of the alarm.

Ruby followed the others into the guys room along with the rest of the small group that had formed. She still wasn’t entirely sure what was going on but wasn’t about to stay like a deer in headlights when someone mentions a killer. She stood in the back and listened as the other woman readied a fire extinguisher. She stood back and let the man take charge, she truly didn’t want to have anything to do with leading anyone, she hated the thought. She didn’t hate many things in life but she could say that one of the top things on her list was leading anyone, hell anything. No matter the task.

”So what, are we gonna do a countdown or something?” Her curiosity pinged as everyone else was getting ready.

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Dylan Murphy

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a character in “Welcome to The Island”, as played by Duct Tape

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