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[This is quite distressing. For Murphy, that is. He pretty much spent the last hour turning his entire living quarters upside-down (considering that there isn't much there to start with, he did a lot of flipping things over, checking under the bed, et cetera), but no dice in his favor.
[Well, he did manage to unearth some things. Like a half-eaten nutrition bar from the kitchen that he'd forgotten about last week, and had now somehow found its way stuck to the sheets of his bed. He also managed to locate a piece of foil, a plastic cup, and some old soap. So, yes. His room was in such a charming state of disarray.
[In spite of all of this, one thing remains missing. He beats himself up over the prospect that, maybe, there's a slim chance that he had taken it out at some point during one of his many outings and, God forbid, actually left it somewhere.]
"...So, I might have, ah, misplaced somethin' of mine recently." [He tries not to sound too earnest about it. Wouldn't want to make it seem like it's actually IMPORTANT or anything.] "It's... This... is gonna sound stupid, but it's a journal. Black, leather-bound. Got some stuff in it..."
["Please don't read it," he wants to say. But that's just about as subtle as dropping a goddamned grand piano on someone's head, isn't it?]
"I'd really like it back, if you find it. Thanks."
[What troubles him isn't just the fact that something of his has gone missing -- but that journal contains some... almost incriminating personal material on him. All of the police reports, parole papers, news articles, memorandums, and taunting bits of evidence riddled throughout his hellish gander down Memory Lane that led right into Silent Hill... Those things? Are all in that journal he's trying to desperately track down. And all it took was for a curious snoop to sneak into his room or snatch from his pocket (as he normally keeps his most important belongings on his person).
[More importantly, though? That journal also has photos. Of his son. Things from his old life. Also things that he would very much like to have back.
["God, just... stupid, stupid, STUPID..." Murphy is chastising himself to the point of hanging up abruptly. Of all things to get fucking careless about...]
[Well, he did manage to unearth some things. Like a half-eaten nutrition bar from the kitchen that he'd forgotten about last week, and had now somehow found its way stuck to the sheets of his bed. He also managed to locate a piece of foil, a plastic cup, and some old soap. So, yes. His room was in such a charming state of disarray.
[In spite of all of this, one thing remains missing. He beats himself up over the prospect that, maybe, there's a slim chance that he had taken it out at some point during one of his many outings and, God forbid, actually left it somewhere.]
"...So, I might have, ah, misplaced somethin' of mine recently." [He tries not to sound too earnest about it. Wouldn't want to make it seem like it's actually IMPORTANT or anything.] "It's... This... is gonna sound stupid, but it's a journal. Black, leather-bound. Got some stuff in it..."
["Please don't read it," he wants to say. But that's just about as subtle as dropping a goddamned grand piano on someone's head, isn't it?]
"I'd really like it back, if you find it. Thanks."
[What troubles him isn't just the fact that something of his has gone missing -- but that journal contains some... almost incriminating personal material on him. All of the police reports, parole papers, news articles, memorandums, and taunting bits of evidence riddled throughout his hellish gander down Memory Lane that led right into Silent Hill... Those things? Are all in that journal he's trying to desperately track down. And all it took was for a curious snoop to sneak into his room or snatch from his pocket (as he normally keeps his most important belongings on his person).
[More importantly, though? That journal also has photos. Of his son. Things from his old life. Also things that he would very much like to have back.
["God, just... stupid, stupid, STUPID..." Murphy is chastising himself to the point of hanging up abruptly. Of all things to get fucking careless about...]

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If I see it I'll pass it along A.S.A.P.
[He's pretty curious. But he doesn't know if he should take a look if he does find it.
Gives him an excuse to do a good thorough walk-through of the ship, though.]
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[All things considered, he should've just burned most of the contents that are in that book. Out of sight, out of mind, and out of the prying hands of other curious individuals. He doesn't know why he hadn't already. Maybe because he's a masochist who almost needs the reminders...
[Needless to say, this is going to have him pretty on edge for awhile.]
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[That good old question.]
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[Not to mention he's pretty sure he wouldn't have left it out on a table someplace. He has a feeling that someone either took it deliberately from him, or it fell out of his back pocket at some point... For what reason, he has no idea. Except maybe blackmail. That's all he can really think about. Fuck.]
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[Or it got snagged by someone. He sure as hell hopes not, but you never know.]
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[Or have you made enemies? He doesn't know the guy--but considering how well he guards his damn cat...something must have happened to the journal.]
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[Which may or may not answer that question. He can't say he's done anything to piss someone off lately to make them want to go all klepto for information -- but Murphy isn't exactly the best judge of character, either.]
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Do you remember taking it out anywhere, recently?
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I usually only carry it in my pocket, but I've always kept it on me... just in case. Think it might've fallen out, or...
[Or someone took it.]
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GPOY ALL THE TIME.
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Does it have a tie to keep any free pages from falling out?
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[Considering some of the contents and what just happened, Murphy's starting to seriously reconsider sorting out the pages he takes with him and the stuff he keeps in his room at this point.]
Yeah, it does. There's loose stuff in there that would've... like some photos and whatnot.
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