Excuse me while I get Smashed.

[Murduck]

(( -.- ))

~ What a night. First, getting attacked by the Muppet of Elm's Street, then finding his ex dead, only to be brought back to life with voodoo magic, and receiving a heart transplant from someone he despised at times. Murdoc leans against the wall vomiting out the excess toxic substance. with traces of blood seeping out of his mouth. The stitches broke and blood was spewing out, dripping down to his stomach and trouser leg. He wipes his mouth with his sleeve, regaining his stance. He turns over to Choa. ~

DON'T. Follow me *sways to the side, balancing against the wall and massaging my temples*

You've done more than enough.

[Lissachoa]

*looks at him for a moment then shakes my head while slipping off my backpack*

You think I dont know that, ass. I could easily leave you here however, inspite of my heartlessness, I'm not souless, told you them stitches would break, seriously, what is it with people and not listening to me?

*pulls out some stitching treade and a needle*

Now lay down and take your shirt off, I gotta patch that wound up before you bleed to death...

[Murduck]

Anything to get you to stop talking *groans, massaging my temples*

*pulls it off and tosses it aside*

[Lissachoa]

Good boy.

*pulls out some disinfectint, bandeges, guze wrap, some cleaning cloth and good old fashion numbing wine*

lucky for you I keep this crap around just in case...its a mom thing...

[Murduck]

Yack yack yack just get it over with *winces*

[Lissachoa]

fine. this will sting a little....

*pours the numbing wine over his wond and uses the cloth to clean up any that has over spilled*

[Murduck]

*groans* I'm used to it.

[Lissachoa]

Arint we all?

*attactches the Thread to the Needel and starts to mend the opening back togeather, remaining focused and quiet*

[Murduck]

*murmurs to myself, thinking deeply*

Got to get the fucking band back together and think up a story to back it up.. Hookers in Mexico..? Prison..hmm

(( Could the timeline be set around the year 2003, just before Phase 2 happened? It would make a lot of sense that way, what's happening. And Murdoc wouldn't be so old. lol ))

[Lissachoa]

(( sure, why not? ^_^ ))

*eventually finishing up the stitch job and applying disinfectint to clean up the wond, I start to wrap his stitches up and double checking to see if there was anything else that needed to be treated*

[Murduck]

(( Thank you. I've actually put some thought into it. ))

Brothels in Mexico. Counterfeiting. Hmm. That could do it.

*snaps finger* Hell hole. I'll get that website up and running and get these graphic designers to come up with an image of me, raising out of hell. Hehe. Fool-proof. *mutters to myself then flinches*

Gah! *shifts uncomfortably* You done yet? *grunts*

(( Fits so perfectly. It's his birthday after all. Hehe ))

[Lissachoa]

(( and a happy birthday to him ))

*double checks my work*

Yeah, I'm finished here...*coughs*

[Murduck]

(( It was yesterday haha. I got a greeting from Rashionized. ))

Fantastic. *leans off the wall, feeling the bandage with my hand*
Well I'm off to that shit of a wagon. *sways and swaggers off*

(( if you'd like, you could continue this at the current thread at the Winne. ))

[Lissachoa]

(( sure ^_^ you start ))

*cleans up my mess and what ever blood was left behind before tossing my backback aocer my shoulder and follows him, still not saying a word*

[Murduck]

(( Lol, no I meant, you should post in the thread, that Zeah made. I already posted, join in from there. ))

I said don't follow me. *grunts, looking over my shoulder*