Faith is gunna kill us when she sees the huge hole me and Murph put in the kitchen wall rough housin'! I gotta say though, it all happened that night she walked outta the shower ta her room naked as the day she was born. We were both tryin' ta get a better look. And this new roomate, the fucker keeps poppin' p just random like. What the fuck? It's fuckin' creepy!

Anyway, Murph has taken it up as his duty ta try and see iffen he can catch Faith naked from the shower again. She porlly though we weren't home but who knows. I swear ta the Lord though, it's drivin me nuts. he sleeps with the thing fully loaded!

Location: Docks
Time: Mid- Morning
Characters: Connor and Murphy MacManus and ???
Rating: R for language -The Saints are potty mouths.
Setting: Public
Status: Incomplete
Summary: Connor and Murphy arrive in a strange land, trying to lay low from their life in the USA. Now they must call their Ma.

<*lj-cut text*=“Shepherds in search of a different kind of sheep”*>

*Connor looked to his lagging twin*

"Come on ya amadain (omadhan-idiot) move yer arse! We need ta find a phone and call Ma!

*Murphy looked up from his pack of fags*

"Ya got a light? Mine is as useful as a cigarette on a motorbike." He took a deep breath and looked around the area. "What the hell are we doin'in the bog? When we decided to bolt from the states I didnae think we'd be headin' to the bog.

*Connor stopped and turned to look at Murphy*

"Lissen' ya idjit we need ta lay low, this was the best place ta come under the circumatances. Tryin' ta hit up Mexico woulda gotten us arrested!" He smacked Murphy in the forehead. "Now come on and lets find us a boozer, with a phone and we can call Ma. Tell her what happened ta Pa and such."

*Murphy made a disgruntled noise when he was hit in the head and snorted*

"Fine, but yer buyin' me my first pint and a pack of smokes!"

*Connor stopped and looked at the map he got when they landed on the docks*

"Would ya shut it, I am tryin' ta figure out some shit here!"

*Murphy smacked Connor in the back of the head and walked over to a bench, set his duffel down and searched in his pea coat for matches or something.*

"When ain't ya tryin' ta figure some shit out?"

*That was when someone decided to approach the two similiar looking men who were two sides of the same coin, the perfect pair of yin and yang and yet so utterly alike.*