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[Ack! Change the girl's age! When I was twelve, my brother was fifteen, and there's all sorts of incest jokes in my family! CHANGE IT!!!!!!!!!! -filps a s**t hilariously-]

Name: Murphy Madigan
Age: Fifteen
Gender: Male
Appearance: Well dressed with a top hat and long coat and a cane. The epitome of pimp. He has a silver pocket watch he wears just for show and silver rimmed glasses he doesn't need. His clothes are jet black with silver and green accents and his right eye is topaz yellow whereas his right is emerald green. He has lush, jet black hair with a green tint that just scrapes against his shoulders and falls into his eyes. He's pale, clear-skinned, and positively beautiful.
[Note! He's also gay to the max and addicted to tea.]

[Surry. There's just so many incest jokes in my family that I don't want you jinxing me.

Let's RP! Oh, and I was figuring Ian would meet up with Murphy. -nodnod-]

Murphy smirked at the new kid on the block, a cup of tea in hand. He stood in the shadows, no need for the fire all of the hobo's were sitting around - he had a very warm, very stylish jacket he'd stolen around his shoulders. He sauntered over to the cute teen and smiled at him. "Need something to warm you up?" he asked, already knowing the answer. "I've got a nice, warm bed with your name on it, kid." Murphy winked, taking another sip of his tea. He purred at the look of "What? Really? Me?" on his face. "Yes, you. And you don't need to ******** anyone to sleep in it," Murphy teased, grinning. Boy was that guy hot! Mmm, mmm! "And food, too. Straight off the stove, I'm sure." That must have got him. Now he'd have thatb cute boy wrapped around his finger. Ah, he'd missed training boys to pickpocket and steal. This one would most definitely be a fine addition to his troupe. Murphy placed a warm hand on the back of the boy's neck, blocking the wind. He offered his tea to him, tilting his head so that his topaz eye was above his emerald one. Beckoning him.

Murphy laughed right out. So the kid hadn't heard him. Or just plain wasn't listening. He maintained a firm grip on the boy's neck. "No, no, no, darling. Just because I swing that way doesn't mean you have to. Or that I want you to. No, I said you don't have to ******** anyone to sleep in that bed of mine that needs filling." He laughed again, rolling on the balls of his feet. "Jacobs just moved out and got a place of his own, so I've got an empty bed at my place now. And it's oddly quiet there now he's gone." Murphy adjusted his hand so as to keep the wind from slipping under the boy's jacket and freezing his back. "M'names Murphy, by the way. Murphy Madigan. Yours?"

[ exclaim Creeper Alert! wahmbulance ]

Murphy smiled, sharp, white teeth glinting in the firelight. "Come on, m'dear. I'm going give you a well-paying job, if you get good at it. I'll teach you to pickpocket properly, so you don't have to stay at my place all the time." (Surry it's short. I'm on the phone.)

Murphy looked at Ian oddly. "Boy, you're living on the streets now. It's beg or steal, and at least if you steal you can feed yourself and choose who you get money from." Murphy sighed, and rocked back on his heels. "Look, first night's free, alright? Stay at my place tonight, and you can be on your merry way tomorrow morning. There's a few places I know of that you can stay at without having to do anything you don't want to - charity homes, basically. But they're all closed for the night. Come with me, and I'll write down all the places and even give you directions if you want." He really didn't want to leave the boy there, alone, when it was highly probably he'd be attacked now that he'd refused Murphy's offer. He could just see a small group of very big guys eyeing Ian as if looking over a steak out of the corner of his eye. Murphy shivered and looked at Ian again - a much pleasanter picture.