The main things about Murdock are all here and here. That last is mostly if you want the whole wad of canon info. Otherwise, the short of it is, it's Murdock, from that classical cheesy 80s show, The A-Team. C'mon, you know him. Crazy dude that flies? Yep.

And this Murdock had a stint at a small town in Milieux, Louisana. (which can be noted from older journal enteries).

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So Murdock and Jason had come up with a plan. A plan to build ... something. They'd aquired the car earlier in the week, but they still needed an engine.

Murdock had a plan for that.

He was an employee of the Foundation, and had every right to be there. Just checking up on the chopper, he told the lone security guard on duty, who just waved him through so he could get back to playing Doom.

A few minutes later, a chopper could be heard lifting off as Murdock set a course for South Carolina.

See, he needed this chopper because a DC-3 plane engine was heavy. Too heavy for one guy to pick up. With the suped-up chopper, he could airlift it back to Milieux, no problemo.

And also, the chopper provided a quick in and out which was great, as he didn't want to run into any relatives of the crazed rednecks the team had gotten put away.

Murdock loved it when a plan came together.

(establishy and NFI)

Online, that is. The pups will be coming back in throughout the week.

But in the meantime, I brought pics!

Enjoy and G'Day Mates! :D

And oh, if you're curious, I'm 14 hours *ahead* of you guys on the East Coast. So today is Sunday for me already. Talk about time warps eh? *g*

After receiving a phone call from Hannibal, Murdock was busy packing. Seems that there was a damsel in distress and the team had been hired to rescue her.

Nobody should have to marry someone they didn't want to.

He didn't pack much, just some changes of clothes, a book, and of course, the rifle and pistol.

Mission didn't sound too complicated and Murdock figured he'd be back in a few days, easy.

but things never go according to plan

Humming, he gathered the last of his things and headed for the door. A cab would be waiting on the edge of town because Murdock felt like walking for a bit.

(last chance to catch him before I turn into a pumkin!)

Murdock was hanging out in the garage, rolling across the floor on one of those wheeled stools he'd gotten from somewhere. Honestly, he couldn't remember where he'd picked the thing up.

The joys of modern-age technology had introduced him to the cordless telephone, which meant he could roll all over the garage floor without getting caught on any wires.

"Captain Murdock reportin' for duty, Colonel! Yah, I know. How's you?"

There was some nodding and chuckling as Murdock listened to Hannibal on the other end.

"Heck yah! Faceman! Ooo, you got that license I asked ya for?"

There was eye rolling as Murdock had to listen why he didn't need a fake pilot's license.

"Awwwwwwww. C'mon buddy. Pleeeeeeeaaaaaase?"

Murdock could beg good and Face was kind of a sucker for it, so...

"Alright! I owe ya one. Put the big guy on. Hey grumpy bear, how's it hangin'?"

...it was probably a good thing nobody could hear what was going on the other side of the line, really.

"You so... sensitive all the time. You ever think of takin' one of them stress management classes? They offer them all the time at the VA. Oh, yah. Right, Colonel."

There was a pause as he debated for a minute, then finally settled on, "I'll keep in touch."

It was the closest he came to saying that he actually missed the guys. Guys didn't admit to missing other guys, did they? Even if they were the only family a guy had...

Whatever.

That over, Murdock went back to rolling across the floor, sometimes whooping just for the heck of it.

(establishy, but open!)

After last night's performance, Murdock took himself and his pillow and blanket down to the bar. He didn't want to disturb Mary a second night in a row if he could avoid it.

He was only feeling marginally better, meh, having only gotten a partial night's sleep.

Maybe he could kick it fully this evening.

He flicked the overhead lights on only briefly, just long enough to see his way to the lounge and turn on a lamp instead. Then a trip to the bar for a glass of water to down his meds and a sedative pill with.

Finally, he settled in on one of the sofas, curling the blanket around himself, half the pillow on his head. Maybe it would muffle out anything he didn't want to hear anyway.

(establishy *AND* open! especially for any patroling law-enforcement types *g*)

...so a hot shower had helped after all.

Once making it back home, via escort Ana Lucia, Murdock had actually followed her advice, taking an extra long shower and trying to forget things he'd already been trying to forget for years.

Settling into bed, he started in on a book, figuring it'd keep his mind off of things.

And it did. He even napped here and there during the day, small snatches of sleep coming and going at odd interverals.

When evening rolled around, he was feeling slightly better though still incredibly tired. Wandering into the bathroom, he made sure to take his meds this time, adding in one of the sedative pills as well.

Once back into bed a second time around, it wasn't long before he drifted off to sleep, his body too warn out to fight it off anymore. And with luck, being exhausted as he was, he wouldn't dream about a thing.

( But luck wasn't in residence this evening )

Jolted awake and covered in a cold sweat, all he could do was hold onto himself. Arms wrapped around his legs, head buried in his arms, he waited for the shakes to stop.

(cut for possible triggery/disturbing. just for the roomie. nfb on the nightmare part, if you please oh, and passages lifted from the book, A Rumor of War by Philip Caputo. modified slightly to fight into rp verse.)

Despite the assurance of not needing dinner, Murdock still had some munchies prepped anyway. Knowing Ana Lucia, she probably hadn't eaten much during the day, being engrossed with work.

Not to mention possibly being too stressed to even think about it, given the day's news.

It still sucked.

Which was why he was setting things up to be as relaxing as possible for his guest. He figured she could probably use the break.

(just for the one mentioned ETA: likely headed to NWS)

Murdock was already up and tinkering in the garage with his plane. The radio was cranking out classic rock tunes and 80s stuff (hey, it was still new to him ya know) as he worked.

He would alternate between sticking his head in the engine compartment and hopping in the cabin, trying to trace out the rest of what was wrong with his bird.

God, he missed flying.

He also couldn't help thinking about a certain news broadcast and the mention of a particular date. Huh. And that got him thinking about another particular woman in town and well ... there was a reason he was in his garage. Distraction.

(open to all! I'm up earlyish and crampy ugh. distract me?)

Man, if Murdock never had to go back into Boreno ever again, it'd still be far too soon. Of course, that might have something to do with the insane tyrant dicator and his apparent love of firing squads.

Thankfully Amy had been quick thinking, firing that flare into the stack of gas containers. Face didn't say anything about it afterward, but odds were that he wasn't going to either. Murdock knew that one all too well.

Ditching Colonel Lynch hadn't been too difficult, and the team split up. The guys headed one way back into LA, Murdock and Amy another route. It was the plan, as always. The military still didn't have a clue that Murdock was actually part of the team and Amy was just a reporter who chased the A-Team around, looking for a story.

And why change a plan when it worked so well?

Amy had dropped Murdock off just around the corner from the VA. No need for her to get spotted returning with an escaped mental patient right? At least that's what he told her. Once out of sight, he'd headed away from the hospital and toward the nearest bus station.

One exceedingly long bus ride later, there was a tired Murdock making his way up the porch steps of a little house in Milieux. Sure, there was a bed inside, but the front porch swing seemed far too comfy at the moment. And, possibly more imporantly, it was a heck of a lot closer.

He dropped his bag nearby and stretched out on the swing, just enjoying the quiet and fresh air.

Two seconds later he was fast asleep.

(I have returned from the land of the cold and snow! (snow in april?? wtf??) Totally open for visitors, housemates, lost tourists, little green men, etc etc. Feel free to wake the sleepy one. I be baaaaack! whoooooo!)