New Orleans, Wendesday

Feb 25, 2009 14:42

"I'm here in New Orleans, where the annual Mardi Gras celebration took a turn for the tragic last night. The revelry turned into a riot which left 15 dead, and many more injured." a reporter was saying ( Read more... )

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nam_flyer February 25 2009, 21:56:23 UTC
Murdock was exhausted. Not surprising given the fact that he'd spent the majority of the evening fighting off hordes of horrible things.

He had a few bruises, some scrapes and a killer headache that a paramedic was certain was a concussion.

"Hey," he spotted Connor nearby. "I don't suppose this was all just some wild dream of my crazy imagination is it?"

God, he wished the world would stop spinnning around him. It was beginning to make him nauseous.

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prodigalpawn February 25 2009, 22:20:15 UTC
"Murdock?" Connor said, surprised to see him. "I'm afraid not Man. But the good guy's won at least."

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nam_flyer February 25 2009, 22:40:02 UTC
"Tell that to the guys still wagin' war inside my skull," he winced against the sunlight. "Ugh."

"You just seem to have trouble followin' ya. What's up with that?"

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prodigalpawn February 25 2009, 22:49:16 UTC
Connor sighed. "In this world? I think it's fate. It just seems to pick certain people and kick them in the ass."

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prodigalpawn February 26 2009, 16:05:44 UTC
Well he wasn't limping, or bleeding anymore, Connor was still walking carefully. He'd heal soon enough, but right now he was on the lookout for friends that he hoped had survived.

"Emma?"

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prodigalpawn February 26 2009, 18:17:29 UTC
"I've had worse." Connor said, thinking of the time he'd been killed with a flaming sword. "How about you?"

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