[hr][center][h1][color=82ca9d]Murphy McManus[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Best Exotic Hotel, 2nd Floor, Room 8 ---> Dinning Room
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Bed -> Floor -> Bed -> Alarm -> Floor -> Shower _> Door -> Desh -> People in the Dinning Room
[b]Time/Date:[/b] 7A.M./August 1st, 2016
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	The night before had been like so many others for Murphy; he was out until god only knew when drinking at multiple local watering holes; laughing, singing, dancing, and of course fighting. No cops this time thankfully but that was only because the fight he got into he ended up buying a round of drinks for the entire bar and footing the bill for the guy he beat to hell and back for the entire evening. They're planning on doing it again once he heals. Gotta love Irish Hospitality. He didn't remember what time it was when he finally crawled into bed the night before, only knew that he was waking up way too early this morning. Why was he waking up so early? His alarm hadn't gone off yet. 

	From above his room there was a bit of a jiggle in the ceiling which made him groan and roll over onto his back; tilting his head to the side a bit with a perplexed look on his face. It wasn't uncommon for the ceiling to move a bit. Tas lived above him and was known for dancing around in the morning plus the place wasn't exactly new in its construction; in fact if someone sneezed hard enough it may just blow a wall out. Seemed Tas was bouncing just hard enough this morning, he could hear the music coming in his window and then suddenly plaster from the ceiling gave way. Rolling quickly he face planted right onto floor.

	[color=82ca9d]"Did that just fuckin' happen?"[/color] he groaned as he crawled up to his knees and looked at all the ceiling on his bed. [color=82ca9d]"Mother fucker."[/color] Grabbing the sheet he went to flip the stucco off and barely dodged as more ceiling gave way and he landed chest first on top of the already fallen plaster as more hit the floor right where he had been kneeling.

	[color=82ca9d]"Son of a bitch, it's getting dangerous around here."[/color] Shaking his head he heard his alarm going on off and he quickly picked it up and tossed it out of the window, hearing it crash on the tiles in the courtyard below as he flopped back down on the bed and then jumped straight back up as a nail scratched his side. 

	[color=82ca9d]I'm gonna throttle Desh if this keeps up."[/color] Walking over to the bathroom he opted to leave well enough alone for now and just take a shower to try to get the dust off him. Stripping down he tossed his clothes onto the floor and tried to turn on the water. Nothing.

	[color=82ca9d]"Bloody hell..."[/color] Murphy was starting to get a bit more than aggravated at this point. Grabbing a towel he dusted off as best he could and wrapped it around his waist before heading back into his room to get dressed; opting for the usual Grey T-Shirt, jeans and boots. With that out of the way he went to leave his room only to have the doorknob come out of the door and into his hand as he went to turn it. 

	[color=82ca9d]"You have got to be  fucking kidding me,"[/color] he yelled as his foot came up and he kicked the door open. Nodding to himself he tossed the knob onto the floor and began to walk down the hall and eventually to the stairs where he wore a rather oddly proud smirk on his face. The day might have started out bad but he had won the fight with the door. Murphy 1 Hotel 0 in his book. The sound of broken metal and glass crunched under his boots as he strolled through the courtyard and into the Dining room. His Irish eyes twinkled as he saw that Desh was coming into the Dining room from the other direction.

	[color=f26522]"Glorious morning to all my esteemed guests of this most excellent hotel. Today is sure to be full of many grand adventures for all those with daring hearts and I am most happy to announce that the hotel pipes are working once again after a brief but most understandable outage last night though from the looks of all your beautiful faces it seems you have already been luxuriating in the refreshing dew drops of our most prized working showers," [/color] Desh announced with grand gestures of his hands and a bright goofy smile paying on his lips. He stood there so proudly as he placed his hands on his hips and looked as if he had just conquered the world. 

	[color=82ca9d]"Like hell they are you asswipe,"[/color] Murphy interjected as he made a bee line for Desh. Desh's eyes widened, stumbling back against Tas, knocking her face first right into her corn flakes before turning and quickly darting between the tables to try to keep away from Murphy.

	[color=f26522]"Pardon me miss! My greatest and most humble of apologies I do give you. Please, breakfast is on the house Miss Brinne. I would not have run into you if I did not have the most greatest fear for my life due to the rage I do see in those Irish eyes that seem to be aflame with anger of Shumbh!"[/color]

	[color=82ca9d]"Me shower don't work, me ceiling about took me bloody head off as it crashed onto me bed, me door knob came clean out of me door and now me door is laying splintered on the floor of the hallway,"[/color] Murphy bellowed, not about to say he was the reason for the door to be splintered; in his mind the door wouldn't be broken if the doorknob had worked. [color=82ca9d]"And now ya nearly drowned poor Tas in her cereal."[/color] Murphy jumped a chair and pinned Desh over the bar of the Dinning Room, Desh bending back as Murphy got in his face.

	[color=f26522]"I am most certainly sorry you have been tainted with such a bad day so far in my most wonderful and glorious hotel,"[/color] Desh began and then kept rambling on and on about his hotel before he suddenly stopped. [color=f26522]"Wait? The showers are not working? It cannot be, did you turn the knob?"[/color]

	Murphy nearly decked the man but Desh was quick and slipped out to the side and quickly ran from the dinning hall. Murphy groaned as he rubbed his face and wandered over to Tas's table, sitting down and pulling a piece of cornflake from her cheek, which he promptly ate and started licking his fingers of the milk that dotted them. 

	[color=82ca9d]"Milk facials are supposed to be good for the skin lass,"[/color] he said chuckling as he handed her a napkin before looking over at the others. [color=82ca9d]"Top of the mornin' to ya!"[/color] he exclaimed happily as if nothing had happened.