The Saints of South Boston

Early morning had flushed over Boston and while both MacManus brothers went straight for the coffee their agendas were entirely different. They had awoken in a dank police cell with an understanding of their existence- to destroy evil to pave a safe way for the meek and the good. Once they were dressed and emerged from the holding cell that served as their safe-haven from the media they were greeted by the surprisingly cheery, caffeine-fueled faces of the Boston Police Department. Coffee was exchanged as were a few words- while Murphy worked the crowd Connor went to take care of business. The deceased Russian had unattended business and the opportunity was too ripe to leave open.

After dialing the number and obtaining the information from the husky voice on the other end of the line Connor hung up the receiver and returned to the officers huddled around Murphy like children conferring with their baseball coach. “Did ya see this?” Murph thrust a paper towards Connor.

( Media taking shots already? )

Connor MacManus
Movies : The Boondock Saints
Word Count: 391

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Something about the internet had become tiresome to Connor. He still accompanied Murphy to the library as often as he could but for the most part he left the computers alone. He had been thinking about much lately: their mother, their father, their friends, their work and their well-being. He had taken to inspecting the other aspects of the library...well, the books anyway.

As a boy Connor abided by his mother's wish and was an avid reader. He hid this for the most part and as soon as he moved out with his brother he left the hobby behind. Lately he had taken it up again- it took his mind off the heavy load it had been carrying for sometime. He didn't think about the danger relaxing could bring, he was enjoying himself far too much for that.

Page 358 came sooner than he thought along with the use of a dictionary. Connor stood up from his seat and moved towards the reference section as smoothly as he could. The last thing he wanted was Murphy catching sight of him and rubbing his diminished vocabulary in his face. He reached for the blue spine of the dictionary quickly before returning to his seat and looking smug. He flipped the page and idly turned around to glance back at his brother who was chuckling about something on the screen of his computer. He rolled his eyes lightly but couldn't help chuckling a little before turning back to the book. There, between the two pages was a golden ring.

"What's this, then?" Connor merely nudged the ring to a standing position. It didn't seem proper for him to pick it up...he was considerate of others possessions if the had not done him any wrong. The thing that surprised him was the warmth of the ring- it hadn't been that long since it was on a finger. He closed the dictionary and surveyed the area. A frail-looking old woman was perusing the reference section but it didn't seem like she was looking for a dictionary. Connor studied the ring for a moment before approaching.

"Are you looking for something Ma'am?"

"Well, I- OH!" The woman pointed at the ring enthusiastically, "That book, actually! I think I might have left something in it."

Ceremoniously Connor opened the book towards her and revealed the ring. A quiet squeal escaped the old woman and she plucked the ring out of the books crease and slipped it on her left ring finger. "Thank you, young man. I am so silly about losing things."

"No problem," Connor started to close the book, "Though I have to be honest, I never thought of them as good bookmarks."

She smiled in one of those elderly, knowing ways and stopped Connor from closing the book. If he wasn't mistaken a little flush had come over her face. "I met my husband at the library I worked at. He would check out the classic books to impress me....he didn't know they weren't my taste." She laughed, "I felt bad for him so I agreed to go out on a few dates with him...but it lasted much longer than that." She indicated to a bolded word with her thin index finger...Love. "He tried to check out a dictionary one day and when I told him it wasn't possible he said he would just point out the word that was on his mind." She retracted her finger and helped Connor close the book. "He died almost 5 years ago, but around this time of year I always love turning to the dictionary. It's so funny that someone who reminds me so much of my dear Jasper would return this ring to me." She looked at the floor looking embarrassed and with a flushed expression common in a woman in her 20s.

Connor choked a little and gave a polite chuckle towards the old woman. "Always glad to help. I'd still invest in a bookmark." He patted the old woman on the shoulder softly and she shuffled past towards the reference desk. Quickly Connor checked his surroundings and noticed Murph was no longer at his computer. A jolt of panic seized him before he turned back to the shelves and found Murph leaning his weight on the end of the shelf with his chin resting on his closed fist. "Got a new girlfriend there?"

"Shut up," Connor muttered and strode past his twin," I was having a conversation while you were doing Lord knows on the computer."

"A conversation about love?" Murph snickered and adopted an old lady's voice, "Oh me! You remind me so of my dear Jasper!" He held his laughter in until the two were outside on the street.

This Valentine's Day was already going to be a pain in the ass....and they hadn't even called their mother yet.

Connor MacManus
The Boondock Saints
811 words

ooc: Murph is used with permission via mun in this post. I suppose this post reflects my absence as well, which I regret. Art school does keep one occupied, especially a 2D/3D course and an animation class. I definitely promise to try harder with Connor this time around....I did miss him. I don't feel I involved him as much as I could or interacted as much ss I should have. Connor did miss his acquaintances, though. :) Any constructive comments here would be appreciated as well or hit me up over AIM at throughflyeyes.

...what?

What do you live for?

Another ridiculous question. I see. At least from this one you'll get all sorts of answers. People live for many things: money, love, alcohol, power, or just the sheer thrill of it. From time to time you even get the really weird wants like people living for their pets or their collections of stuffed bears.

I definitely believe in purpose, Divine or not. People can be put on this earth with a plan they are really not aware of in any way. At the end of the path I expect to find something worth the effort that you have shown in your life. Right now I'm doing everything in my power to stay on the current road. It's still new and there are the occasional sharp stones and crossroads but knowing someone else is walking right beside me is a definite relief. In a way it makes the whole metaphor of walking down "the road of life" easier. Walking alone from time to time is nice but after awhile it gets a little empty and lonely.

I never had the problem of living for someone else and I can say the same of Murphy. We're blessed in that sense. A lot of people waste their time diverted from their path trying to please other people for petty reasons. What it boils down to, I guess, is that I'm not one of those people that lives for the moment. I like to think there is some sort of pay-off or punishment at the end of the road. I think ahead...that's who I am.

Connor MacManus [The Boondock Saints]
262 words

You Should Be a Doctor

You are practical, sharp, and very intuitive. Optimistic and energetic, you are a problem solver who doesn't get discouraged easily. You are also quite compassionate and caring. You make people feel hopeful. You're highly adaptable and capable. You do well with almost any curve ball life throws at you. You do best when you: - Are always learning new subjects - Use your knowledge to solve problems You would also be a good therapist or detective.

*grins* Doctor MacManus. I like it! Or a Detective. Maybe I've got a shot with the Boston P.D.

Talk about something you lost

"I can't stand ye anymore, Connor MacManus!" The door shut behind the redhead so roughly that it sent a photograph of some ancient-looking woman crashing to the ground. Hence the end of girlfriend number one.

"Get a fuckin' life and grow up while you're at it!" The tall blonde stormed away after a loud call-out in public.

"Yer turnin' into that brother of yours!" After a rough slap the mousy brunette was gone out of his life.

Connor MacManus had no lack of girls in his young adult life. They came and went easily: too easily. Girls wanted a wide array of things that he was not willing to offer nor sacrifice: simple thing, luxuries and (worst of all) constant attention. He was only sixteen years old and he could hardly get the things they were after for himself.

The boy along with his brother just attracted interest on the rare occasion that they left the house. Young girls in the neighborhood saw two young, healthy boys...they had no reason to look away. The pretty young girls would bat their eyelashes and try to drag the boys away from one another but the success rate of their plans was a failure more often than not. The polyglots with the fresh faces were soon revealed to have a streak of immaturity and strong tempers when they were together. The problem was it was impossible to separate the twins from one another. Their mother was an entirely different story when it came to bringing the girls over to the MacManus family home...

Every time one of these explosions occurred the young man could be found sitting on the rocky shore that was a thirty minute walk from the family abode. The spot was not hidden but the only one who would bother to find Connor was his brother. His goal was not to escape the world but to just find a place to think. When Murphy joined him on the beach the boys would toss flat-stones into the waves. They reminisced over all the flaws they had pointed out of the girls that had showed interest in them (mostly things they had already said to their faces hence why the explosions occurred): crooked knees, long noses, short legs and bushy eyebrows.

Over time it only seemed natural to seek friendship in men and only men. The crazed instinct men have to find a female to share their life with has deteriorated. Not that he was against women entirely...they simply failed to catch his eye like they used to ten years earlier. He managed to bag a few kisses and touch a thigh or two but never got further than that. With the Mission on his mind he only considers it another blessing...while his brother has taken a vow of chastity he has much less to distract him. If that wasn't enough surely his cause and family would drive any unsuspecting girl away.

The alarm clock chimed exactly at 6:15. A few moments passed before Connor's hand moved sluggishly around until it found the clock and silenced it. The dim sunlight Boston offered had not yet risen and everything in the apartment remained lost in the dark except for the odd indistinct outline. Even when Connor looked over towards his brother to see if he was up yet the other MacManus resembled something of a misshapen lump on top of a cot. Stretching out his arms overhead and letting his shoulder blades flex he used every ounce of effort in his body to haul himself to the shower. Tossing away the sleep clothes he was wearing he moved towards the shower. As he passed he caught sight of himself in the dirty mirror. At least he thought it was himself. A topless young woman seemed to have wandered into the apartment. At least she had the decency to keep a pair of boxer shorts on but it wasn't doing much for her.

Connor stopped abruptly and whipped around to face the girl. There was no one behind him and he turned back to see if she had disappeared into thin air. She was still in the mirror...in fact she was staring straight back at him almost as if she were a reflection but the thought was ridiculous. "H-hello?" As soon as Connor heard the voice that came out of his mouth he slapped both hands over his mouth. The woman in the mirror did the same thing. A small whimper emitted from his throat and he immediately dove for the nearest shirt on the floor and wriggled into it before approaching the mirror again. As he moved he found the shirt fit around him quite loosely and uncomfortably. With a rather distressed expression on his face Connor slowly reached a hand up to touch his cheek just to ensure he wasn't hallucinating. After surveying his slender hands he placed a hand on his chest and abruptly retracted it once he felt the soft flesh there.

"Christ," he said shakily and staggered away from the mirror towards his brother's cot. "Why's this fuckin' happening?" he questioned desperately as if an answer would suddenly ring out from the corners of the room r some sort of epiphany would smack him upside he head. He made a move to shake his brother but paused. Could he actually consult him on something like this? Maybe the whole thing was a dream and he would wake up. Worse yet, he could wake up and make a total ass out of himself when Murph saw there was nothing wrong with him. Slowly he inched away and returned to the mirror continuing to poke and prod "his" face, blink his eyes and make facial expressions impossible to duplicate.

Convinced finally he was in a different body Connor could only be grateful that his old man wasn't around to see this. He pulled the oversized t-shirt around his body tighter and sat cross-legged on the ground with a piece of his long golden hair in his mouth. He chewed on it thoughtfully while surveying the toilet a mere four feet away. This was definitely going to be a trial.

Maybe it was time to wake Murphy up.

Muse and prompt responses (yes, plural) will be back shortly. School has just really been kicking my ass.

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01. Leave a comment saying, "Interview me" or the like.
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04. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the post.
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