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The past always comes back t haunt us.

Hey Everyone.  Been forever since I used this, so I figured it's time for a little update, for those who still read me.....and those that are new to it.  

 

Quick recap:

 

Trevor has a dark past, dealing with many non so good things... Including and not limited to car theft.  Check previous posterous for more info.

 

I will be writing a story with at least a few other talented, implemented writers.  Stay tuned.... Next few weeks/months should be interesting.

Twist of fate. OOC

Hey everyone.  Just figured I would explain my lack of tweeting, and the future of my tweets.  Sorry I haven't been around much, I will be on a permanent night shift for quite a while, so my nighttime exploits will be far and few between.  I will be still try and pop in every now and then during the day, and my off nights.  I'm sorry I won't be able to work many long running stories for quite a while, please keep my in mind, as I am still looking forward to doing a few stories that have been brought to my attention.... WHO KNOW WHO YOU ARE.  

 

Peace. Love. Metal.

 

-T

The nightmare entitled: Slow down.

I fell asleep at the shop today.  It seemed like a slow start from the beginning.  Either I'm doing a really good job here in Bon Temps, or people just aren't abusing their cars like they should.  Either way, it gave me a chance to fall asleep at my desk this afternoon.....  Big ass fucking mistake.  

 

It seemed like your everyday run of the mill dream.  Ya know, the ones where you are thinking about something so much that happened to you in the last few days, that it infiltrates your thoughts while your body catches up on some rest.  I Envisioned myself wandering around the outskirts of the track, on that beautiful Friday evening.  I started to head into the garage, and that when things got a little bit interesting for me.  I had walked through the "poop shoot" as some racers call it, where the Drivers are allowed into the garage through a little security check area.  As soon as I had entered, I saw all the cars parked, along with their drivers and families sitting around and taking..... only thing is, it felt like a fucking funeral. Scared the shit out of me and it made me pretty uncomfortable, so I booked out of there and started to make my way outside......    MISTAKE NUMBER 2.

 

As I walked out onto the track...SOMETHING told me not to keep going.  Dunno what it was, but you know me.  I don't believe in any of that funny shit.  I need to see what's going on with my own eyes. I blinked at I was at the finish line.  Looking over at a flaming heap of stock car, i knew it was mine.  Smoke billowing, the smell of burning Oil, antifreeze and rubber.... it'll give any gear head a hard on..... but it was mine.  I was then drawn to the backs of three women, crouched on the ground, crying.  I moved a little closer and noticed it was @HollyCleary, @Dontkawai and @Elfie33.  Immediately my eyes began to swell up with tears.  I saw Holly look up and scream to the sky, catching a glimpse at what they were hunched over.  It was me,  My eyes, wide open staring out into nothing.  Cuts all over my body, under a torn racing jacket, and a gigantic slice across my forehead.  I immediately got the chills and felt sick to my stomach.... IN A DREAM OF ALL PLACES.  I glanced into my wide, glossy eyes and immediately woke up, screaming in the shop. 

 

I'm glad nobody was there, it was a scream that could curdle the blood of the devil, himself.  I know I've been having these flashbacks...hell....  I can't even call them that.  Its like broken images when your internet browser is fucked up.  I know something is there, but I don't see it.  Not even sure if I want to.  Am I done racing?  Probably.  Shit isn't worth it,  Got too much going on at home, and I'm not going to put my family in sight of that ever again.  Guess it is really time for this old boy to slow down.  Can't live forever, don't want to. 

 

There are plenty of things to do, without being a speed junkie.  *Chucking*  Its been suggested I take up knitting.  I'll probably be timing myself to see how fast I can knit a fucking red sweater.......

 

- T. Murdoch

What have I done?

What have I done to deserve this?

 

I've spend the majority of my life "liberating" people of their property.  Hurting them....  taking advantage of them.  What other choice did I have?  It was what was put infront of me and it was all that I knew.  I'm not going to retell that story.  You all know it.  Since i've gotten to Bon Temps.... ive seen all kinda of shit.  Lives Built.  Lives taken down.  God damn Zombie attacks and the creation of the most beautiful thing I have ever fucking seen.  A Family.  MY family.  That damn dinner.  Thats when it all happened. I looked at her and she looked at me.  Fates a funny fucker with his finger on the pulse of life.  I was halfway out the door, gonna head home.  She made me stay.  Not physically or even verbally.  It was her eyes.  I looked deep into them and I saw something.  I saw me. Happy. Safe.  We have grown so much together.  I popped the question that burned inside me like a hot knife in the gut.  We are getting engaged.  Life started to take the right turn.  *Grinning* Then my sweet fiance tells me she's pregnant with my child.  I wasn't able to see my face, but I'm sure my smile was ear to ear.  Everything is coming together now, and the future hasn't looked brighter for anyone in my book.  Hell... Even Cody is starting to take a shine to me.  The hug I got from him today after lunch.... I almost cried, it felt so right.

 

So I ask you this:  What have I done to deserve them in my life?

 

I'll answer for you.  I've held on to every inch i've crawled, through every gutter I have seen.  I've fought for what I believe in.  KILLED for what I believe in.  Even pulled a job in Zona for her.  Just to keep us together.  

 

I will not fail you Holly.  I love you so much and I will always be there for you, Cody.....and our future Child.

 

-T Murdoch

The Future of Trevor Murdoch

*Sitting at my desk at home*

 

I'm writing this, because I feel I have neglected my personal thoughts for a while, and it is time to share them.  Holly and I have been dating for some months now, and things couldn't look any better.  We had talked before, about us moving in together, we just weren't ready.  We've decided, its time..... her and her son Cody are going to move in with me!  Words cannot describe the happiness I have in my heart right now.  There are so many things going on right now, and all I can think about is sharing them with the two of them.  My Stock car is finished, sponsored and race ready.  The time trials will be in a few weeks, and I'm freaking out.  There is still so much I need to mentally prep for, and I think Holly is the only person that is going to be able to help me get through it.  I hope to see you all at the track, It would be great to see everyone there, cheering on.

 

That's it for now.

 

-T. Murdoch

Omega

 

TAKEN FROM STONE SOUR, OMEGA.

What a skeletal wreck of a man this is 
Translucent flesh and feeble bones 
The kind of temple where the whores and villians try to tempt the holistic tones 
Running rampant with free thought to free form the free and clear 
And the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundromat to sift and focus on the bigger, better, NOW 
We all have a little sin that needs venting, virtues for the rending and laws and systems and stems ripped from the branches of office do you know what your post entails? 
Do you serve a purpose or purposely serve? 
Wind down inside your adivistic allure, the value of a summer spent and a winter earned 
For the rest of us there is always sunday 
The day of the week that reeks of rest but all we do is catch our breath so we can wade naked into the bloody pool and place our hand on the big black book 
To watch the knives zigzag between our aching fingers 
A vacation is a countdown 
T minus your life and counting 
Time to drag your tongue across the sugar cube and hope you get a taste 
WHAT THE FUCK IS ALL THIS FOR? (*background*WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?) SHUT UP! 
I could go on and on but let's move on shall we? 
Say, you're me and I'm you and they all watch the things we do and like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs haven't felt like this in years the great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse 
Let me go and plunge me into the dead spot again 
That's where you go when theres no one else around it's just you and there was never anyone to begin with now was there? 
Sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards with their thumb on the pulse and a finger on the trigger 
CLASSIFIED MY ASS THAT'S A FUCKING SECRET AND YOU KNOW IT! 
Government is another way to say better, than, you! 
It's like ice but no pick a murder charge that won't stick its like a whole other world where you can smell the food 
But you can't touch the silverware 
*laughs* What luck! 
Facism you can vote for 
*snorts* Isn't that sweet 
And were all gonna die someday 'cause that's the american way and I've drunk too much and said too little when you're gaffer taped in the middle say a prayer save face get yourself together and (*sung in the background* SEE WHAT'S HAPPENING!) SHUT UP! (*background* FUCK YOU!) FUCK YOU! 
I'm sorry I could go on and on but its time to move on so 
Remember, your a wreck an accident 
Forget the freak your just nature 
Keep the gun oiled and the temple clean 
Shit, snort and blaspheme let the heads cool and the engine run because in the end everything we do, is just everything we've done. 

Kiss The Sky

                       Kiss The Sky

   Kiss the sky for me each dawning day
   throw in a few rainbows along the way
   though here in this life we will no longer be
   someday again, together we will be. You'll see.
   I cannot cry for you there is no more pain
   instead I think of you when I hear the rain
   now once again your in God's arms
   don't woo him to much with your charms.
   You taught me so much in such a short life,
   to be a good mother, daughter, sister and wife.
   No longer can I see you with my eyes
   you'll be everywhere instead in disguise
   the trees, water, blue sky and all
   pick me up mother
   don't let me fall

My Mother, 
Sharon Ann Eklin

Dec 23, 1963 - Feb 14, 1998
I love you  RIP

Trevor Murdoch's Writer

Thank you -OOC

I've been thinking and working on this the past week, and I feel now is an opportune time to post.  As some of you well know, My life was turned inside out last week with the death of my grandmother.  She was a very important person in my life, a friend and someone who not only taught me to drive.... but was there and a shoulder whenever I needed it.

Since my time RP with twitter, I feel that I have had a general welcome by all of you, and I have truly loved every moment that I have gotten to share with all of you, story wise, and just general chatting.  The are some of you, (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE) that i feel have become an important staple in my life as friends.

I truly love all of you, I am looking forward to the future, and any stories we will have together.  I am also hoping to be able to RP with everyone else on here, that I have yet to get a story with.

-T Murdoch.

Character Profile

Age: Born 1980

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Profession: Auto-Shop Owner, Ex Car Thief

 

Appearance/Attire:

Trevor has dark brown, almost shoulder length hair. Brown Powerful Eyes.  He almost always has some type of 5 o'clock shadow, if not a beard.  Clothing wise, at work.. Usually a mechanics shirt, dirty jeans, and black work boots.  For going out in the evening, usually casual, trendy clothes. Distressed jeans, loud Shirts, probably a hat of some type.

 

Height: Around 6' 1"

Weight: 190 lbs (Semi Built)

 

Personality:

Trevor has an overbearing personality, which gets him into trouble.  He tends to react before he thinks.  He is over-protective of the people he cares about, and will stop at nothing to make sure that they are ok.  Due to his seedy past, He often thinks of what could have been, and what will be.  He feels a close connection to his friend Ryan from Arizona, and wishes not to....But would return home to aid him, without even questioning what will happen.  His Morale standings are in the Gray Area, and he sometimes opens his mouth and says things that he shouldn't.

 

History:

Trevor was born in Tucson, Arizona, to Robert and Sharon Murdoch.  His Father was an up and coming Stock car driver in the AMA Circuit, So most of his early childhood, was spent at the race track and in various garages.  Trevor had an older brother Shawn, Who was born in 1976.  When Shawn Became 15, He started getting involved in an underground Car Theft Syndicate.  Generating an income of about $120K a year at 15, Trevor was interested in what was going on.  So, 4 years later, when Trevor was 15, Shawn introduced him into the syndicate.  They two of them travelled the globe for Ten years, lifting cars and watching each other back.  Four years ago, there was a job in Tokyo, Where, without telling Trevor what was going on, Shawn was involved in a Slavery Operation.  Trevor, watching Shawn murder a family on a cargo ship during the trip back home.  After seeing this happen, Trevor swore that his surviving family was gone, and that he needed to get away from everything. 

 

 

Skills:

Trevor is a master mechanic, being able to fix anything under the hood, and being able to squeeze ever inch of performance out of an engine.  Learning from his Father, he is also an Adept Racer, both on the track an off.  Due to his past with the syndicate, Sneaking, Lock picking and hotwiring vehicles are also in his Arsenal of Skills.

 

 

 

Please, leave any comments or critiques.  I want to learn how to do this better, so please... Leave some advice. 

 

Thanks

 

Thoughts

Here I am, Once again sitting near the skyline, blaring out my thoughts.  This time, I'm sitting here, near the Louisiana/Mississippi Border.  I'm looking at the River, and even years after Katrina, The water still shows a murky brown finish to It. 

YESTERDAY

It is funny how many things can change in One day.  Taking @Ammerrain to the airport, dropping her off, hugging her and saying goodbye.  Getting home, Playing With @Zamboni_Murdoch a bit, and going to bed.  Good Night World.

TODAY

Waking up and getting the news.  What a fucking day right?  It still amazes me that, if there is some type of god, where is the compassion?  Where is the love?  Hell with it.  I haven't been spiritual in 12 years.....Why go back now.

TOMORROW

Tomorrow is a new day... filled the possibilities and probably anguish.  What will come of tomorrow, we will never know.

- T. Murdoch