Business Demon

☤ oh lord what have i done? (SPN experimentation RPG)

For a brief moment, the situation drew parallels to a time in his past life - a vague memory to a summer camp - and having to learn who everyone was and pretending to give a shit. The girl was first and the name stuck for a good two seconds before being forgotten as soon as the older man gave his name, which was also promptly forgotten. The boy, however, decided to be a little shithead and grace him with a snarky remark rather to which Murphy squinted at him from atop his high bunk and considered what the chances were that he could get away with offering the kid to whoever was holding them here in exchange for his freedom.

The chance to sling a comment back was lost the moment the doors opened and Murphy straightened up, surprised. In a flash, they claimed the girl and drug her limp body from the room, doors sliding back into place, and then she was simply gone. Murphy scowled at the boy who continued to fruitlessly pound on the doors until a scream echoed from beyond and made itself at home in their bones. It was blood-curdling and he almost winced at the sound of it. "Well, that's one down," he added lowly. Though, he didn't want to see anyone else being dragged away (except for maybe that smart-mouthed brat), he did want answers. "I doubt someone would, but it'd be nice if someone did come back to tell us what the fuck is going on. Satan's gonna be pissed I didn't meet my quota this week." Except, was it even a week? Was it a day? A few hours? He remembered last being in the van after being found guilty for public intoxication again and transported to... to... somewhere, but he couldn't recall where.

☤ oh lord what have i done? (SPN experimentation RPG)

Everyone was waking up, but not the way he would've liked - one by one and not causing a scene. After all, he didn't; though, to be fair, he wasn't sure if he was actually trapped in a room or if it was another trip from those weird pills he indulged in when he wasn't working, but when there wasn't any naked women, he had to assume it was real much to his displeasure.

At least the blonde took notice of him, even if she did make creepy seductive gestures and he wasn't sure whether to be scared or turned on. Thankfully, a man regular looking being returned his greeting and he tossed a smile his way before sitting up from his lying position to sit on the edge of the bed and let his feet dangle, swinging them like a bored child. "Not enough beach and women to be any vacation I'd want."

Murphy had no intention of taking control of the situation, but rather watched as the younger ones of the group conversed. Then, turned to the others. "So. You guys got names?"

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From the top bunk opposite of the kid's position, a man in equally clean scrubs lounged on the mattress, though an annoyed expression took his features. He pushed himself up to inspect the first person awake, aside from himself of course, with a displeased look. He didn't know the boy, but it was obvious he wasn't human, none of them in here were.

Then, a female voice spoke up from the same bunk and a stupid smile played on his face. The cute lil blonde, perfect. He cleared his throat. "Good morning, sunshines!"

☤ oh lord what have i done? (SPN experimentation RPG)

First & Last Name: Murphy Hayes
Age: 36
Type of being: Demon.
Appearance: 6'1", inked, glorious mustache.

Personality: Murphy is like the neighborhood drunk: weird, loud, and, well, drunk. He's childish in his ways and doesn't take his existence of serving the dark lord seriously. He tells it like it is, but knows when to slather on the sweet talk when it comes to convincing his clients to sell their soul.
Crime(s): Public indecency, public intoxication, fraud, embezzlement, battery, and the occasional murder.