It's not the first time that Connor's woke up with a banging head, not by a long shot. Not even the first time he's woke up naked. Or even naked and feeling the cold of the stone floor against his skin.
Its the first time he's woke up under those conditions and the first thing he focuses on is bars, though.
"Fuck." Weren't cops supposed to make sure you're at least decent with a blanket around you? Not that there's many innocent eyes to mar in a jail cell, he thinks.
It is Connor's shifting, his warmth pulling away, what stirrs Murphy awake. Like his twin, he is not surprised by their conditions yet. But little by little, as he blinks and slowly wakes up, he notices the same things.
"... Where the fuck are we?"
Something catches his attention out of the corner of his eye. There's a smaller gate, a door. Bright collors of another room behind it.
"Somethin' real good." Murphy manages to snort, surprised to not be feeling much of a hangover considering the little he remembers.
He crawls towards the smaller gate, tugs on it. "We're fucken' trapped?" He looks over his shoulder at his twin. "The fuck did we do to end up in jail?"
"Better of been somethin' real good too..." Connor mutters as he moves to sit up and look around them.
There's a bed, a real nice one, on a frame and everything. A sink, toilet, books. Something else catches his eye on the floor and he pushes himself up and walks over to pick the brightly colored thing up. Its rubber and squeaks when he squeezes it, like a dog toy.
Frustrated, Murphy hits at the bars of their cage with his palm. He steps back, pacing around the area, barely a little smaller than their loft, but definitely more stylish.
"Oi!" He called out, not sure of who he was talking to. "I want me clothes! Let us out!"
Moving to his brother, Connor rests a hand on his shoulder to try to calm him a bit. With a nod, he goes up to the bars at the front and tries to fit his head through. They're not wide enough and he knows that if he pushes harder he's going to end up getting his head stuck. He can get a little bit through though and on either side he can make out the bars of other cells.
Connor does not need more than a touch to get his brother's attention; curious, Murphy steps back as he watches in wonder what his twin is intending to do. Is he trying to slip through the bars?
"What?" He quickly presses against the bars, but not as much as Connor did, so he can't quite see the other cells.
"What'd yeh mean there's others?"
And it doesn't take long, before sounds and voices of their now disturbed cellmates start to show up.
Moving back again, Connor listens as more voices start to rise. They're talking in languages Connor doesn't know... He exchanges a glance with Murphy, because since when did they hear a language that didn't at least have some familiar sounds in them?
Murphy doen't reply to his brother, how could he? Instead, he holds tightly to the bars, shakes them, before pressing his cheek against them like Connor just did. This time he is able to see the other cells.
"Oi!" He yells, making more voices rise. "Let us get outta here! I'm gonna fucken' stomp yer arse if yeh don't!"
"Aye!!! Give us 'em back now an' we'll go easy on yehs! Yeh buncha tossers!" Connors still raving after his twin steps back, but he notices that Murphy has fallen silent before he notices the rest of the room is hushed as well.
He turns his head now in the direction of the footsteps, seeing the shadow cast on the wall. There's the rattle of metal, something being poured into something. Then as the steps draw closer he can hear the crunch of folks starting to eat.
As those who Murphy is sure must be their captors approach, he can also start to smell something strong, but that he can't quite recognise.
It takes a lot of will power not to step further away from the cell bars, show fear. But there's clear doubt on the younger MacManus as he meets his twin's eyes and mouths 'the fuck?!'.
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Its the first time he's woke up under those conditions and the first thing he focuses on is bars, though.
"Fuck." Weren't cops supposed to make sure you're at least decent with a blanket around you? Not that there's many innocent eyes to mar in a jail cell, he thinks.
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"... Where the fuck are we?"
Something catches his attention out of the corner of his eye. There's a smaller gate, a door. Bright collors of another room behind it.
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"I don't know, what the fuck did we drink?" He's squinting, the lights in the room artificial and too bright for him.
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He crawls towards the smaller gate, tugs on it. "We're fucken' trapped?" He looks over his shoulder at his twin. "The fuck did we do to end up in jail?"
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There's a bed, a real nice one, on a frame and everything. A sink, toilet, books. Something else catches his eye on the floor and he pushes himself up and walks over to pick the brightly colored thing up. Its rubber and squeaks when he squeezes it, like a dog toy.
"... I don't think this is jail..."
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"Oi!" He called out, not sure of who he was talking to. "I want me clothes! Let us out!"
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"We're not the only ones, Murph..."
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"What?" He quickly presses against the bars, but not as much as Connor did, so he can't quite see the other cells.
"What'd yeh mean there's others?"
And it doesn't take long, before sounds and voices of their now disturbed cellmates start to show up.
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And some of the sounds are more like animals.
"Where the fuck are we?"
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"Oi!" He yells, making more voices rise. "Let us get outta here! I'm gonna fucken' stomp yer arse if yeh don't!"
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"C'mon, yeh bastards! Fucken cowards! Show yer faces!"
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"Give us our fucken' clothes and rosaries and let us the fuck out!"
He's glad when he hears a door, steps. What worries him though, is how their cellmates' voices seem to grow quiet all of a sudden.
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He turns his head now in the direction of the footsteps, seeing the shadow cast on the wall. There's the rattle of metal, something being poured into something. Then as the steps draw closer he can hear the crunch of folks starting to eat.
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It takes a lot of will power not to step further away from the cell bars, show fear. But there's clear doubt on the younger MacManus as he meets his twin's eyes and mouths 'the fuck?!'.
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He's not sure what he's expecting. Not lilac skin and big black eyes, not long, fragile looking limbs.
"Jesus Christ!"
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