Sometimes, just sometimes, Murphy was thankful for his knack for ending up in unfortunate predicaments. It wasn't that he particularly enjoyed constantly waking up late because all six of his alarm clocks simultaneously stopped working or nearly having to drop out of school because his paperwork seemed to always disappear when it really mattered... but the constant setbacks and sometimes dangerous moments helped him develop a handful of useful skills for adapting to situations on the fly.
This morning's disaster was a handful of men in dark suits claiming that he owed them a significant amount of money and had produced a variety of intriguing tools and weapons when asked what would happen if he couldn't pay. Any normal person might have chanced a call for help in case a helpful policeman or particularly magnanimous and powerful individual might be passing by. Murphy on the other hand, who understood that there would never be that kind of luck on his side, opted for a swift kick to the groin and had fled for dear life. See? Lateral thinking, problem solving, and expedient. All perfectly respectable skills that he could put on his resume!
As he sprinted through the woods that covered the edge of the island he silently thanked Milk for forcing him up at an ungodly hour for daily morning workouts for months before just up and vanishing. He may not be much stronger than he'd been then but at least now he had a pretty good idea of the layout of the area and the myriad of hiding spots the one could duck into to evade pursuers. He frowned and slowed his pace as he approached the clearing where they'd initially encountered a gigantic, angry bear who eventually had become his training partner and... well that was a long story. The circle of toppled trees had been long since cleared away and after nearly a year there were finally some new saplings sprouting from the remnants of the old ones. What caught his attention, however, was the woman standing amidst the natural arena.
Dark skin, and darker hair, just a few inches shorter than he wearing a worn school vest with hands and feet wrapped up in tape... it couldn't be.... "Milk...?" He stopped and stared. She'd been gone for months and he'd been a mental wreck for most of that time. For all the jokes people made about her lack of emotion and lack of social finesse she'd been one of the sole sources of stability in his life for most of his time on the island. When she'd disappeared he felt like the ground had been pulled out from under him and his powers had only made things worse since then. He took a cautious step towards her, "Iz'at... er, is that really you?"
@King
This morning's disaster was a handful of men in dark suits claiming that he owed them a significant amount of money and had produced a variety of intriguing tools and weapons when asked what would happen if he couldn't pay. Any normal person might have chanced a call for help in case a helpful policeman or particularly magnanimous and powerful individual might be passing by. Murphy on the other hand, who understood that there would never be that kind of luck on his side, opted for a swift kick to the groin and had fled for dear life. See? Lateral thinking, problem solving, and expedient. All perfectly respectable skills that he could put on his resume!
As he sprinted through the woods that covered the edge of the island he silently thanked Milk for forcing him up at an ungodly hour for daily morning workouts for months before just up and vanishing. He may not be much stronger than he'd been then but at least now he had a pretty good idea of the layout of the area and the myriad of hiding spots the one could duck into to evade pursuers. He frowned and slowed his pace as he approached the clearing where they'd initially encountered a gigantic, angry bear who eventually had become his training partner and... well that was a long story. The circle of toppled trees had been long since cleared away and after nearly a year there were finally some new saplings sprouting from the remnants of the old ones. What caught his attention, however, was the woman standing amidst the natural arena.
Dark skin, and darker hair, just a few inches shorter than he wearing a worn school vest with hands and feet wrapped up in tape... it couldn't be.... "Milk...?" He stopped and stared. She'd been gone for months and he'd been a mental wreck for most of that time. For all the jokes people made about her lack of emotion and lack of social finesse she'd been one of the sole sources of stability in his life for most of his time on the island. When she'd disappeared he felt like the ground had been pulled out from under him and his powers had only made things worse since then. He took a cautious step towards her, "Iz'at... er, is that really you?"
@King
