The Dome :: An Original Character RPG
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January 23rd, 2014
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| Who: Lydia and Justin Where: The Market When: Afternoon With the chaos of the last few days, Lydia was glad for things to start getting back to normal. It had also given her great inspiration to paint, and so she went to the market, just to see if anything was new. Even if there was, she wasn’t entirely sure how she would buy it, but maybe she could track down Skylar and see if he’d grab it for her. It wasn’t something to worry about unless she found something she just had to had. She just liked being out and about, acting like a normal human even if she wasn’t. ( Read more... ) | ||||||||
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November 19th, 2013
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| Who: Lydia and Skylar Where: The Greenhouse When: Afternoon Despite being a ghost, Lydia managed to get wet by the rain. She wasn’t sure how, exactly, but it felt so real that she could feel her clothes getting damp. Rather than stay outside and see if she got soaked, she ran into the nearest building, pleased to find herself in a greenhouse. “Hello?” she called out, walking through it and looking at all the plants. It felt so alive inside, life in a little glass box. ( Pretty insightful for a ghost ) | ||||||||
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October 16th, 2013
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| Who: Justin and Lydia When: Evening Where: Justin's house It was the darkness that always seemed to bring Lydia down, when day started to fade into night and people headed into their homes. She could try to stay where the people were, at the pub or the diner, but she knew what would happen. The lights would flicker and go out, people would get spooked, and she’d be reminded of what she was. Even if she didn’t try, this was the worst time of day for her, and she found herself wandering towards Justin’s house. What was he doing tonight, the night after the full moon? Lydia walked through the front door when she arrived at his house, invisible as she looked around to see if he was home. Justin was, indeed, home. After leaving the encampment that morning, he had texted his sister, fallen into bed and slept for several hours. Then he spent the remainder of his day at the diner, trying his hardest to get back into his routine. It was a strange feeling, pretending to be normal when he so clearly wasn't anymore. After leaving the diner in capable hands that evening, Justin walked home and took a shower, letting the hot water do it's best to wash away the tension in his shoulders and back. ( You don't deserve to know. ) | ||||||||
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October 14th, 2013
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| Who: Lydia and Lance Where: The park, Sylvia's House When: Afternoon Lance was definitely feeling better. Funk survived he was out and about, Sylvia’s umbrella in hand as he kept an eye out for her. He wasn’t really looking for her, but he had it, just in case so he could give it back. He tended to give back the things he didn’t need or the things that didn’t completely catch his eye. It was one thing to want something when you took it. It was something else to want to keep it. Opening up the umbrella as he strolled through the park, he couldn’t help but hum to himself, amused with everything because he actually wanted to be outside. The first day back was always a great one. Lydia had little to do after class let out, so she’d gone to the park to walk and people watch. When there were people to wave to, she waved, and she was excited to see them wave back. She loved the feeling of being seen again, of feeling alive, even if she cast no shadow or had no heartbeat. Being able to walk through walls had it’s advantages, but it also prevented her from watching where she was going. She almost walked through Lance, barely catching his arm, her hand passing through him when she took a few steps back. “I’m soooo sorry! I wasn’t paying attention. Are you okay?” ( Read more... ) | ||||||||
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September 22nd, 2013
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| Who: Lydia and Sylvia Where: The Ghost House When: Evening Lydia stood looking at the wall as she hummed softly, inspecting the slow progression of the mural before her. In her head, it was finished, but the energy it took to move the paintbrush made the process slow. Sometimes finger painting was easier. The left side of the room started with a dark forest, yellow eyes peering into the night, but then snow began to fall as she moved from one wall to another, putting the forest in winter. It ended in spring, all bright colors and sunshine. She deemed the room hers, even if she couldn’t use almost anything in it. Sometimes she climbed into the big four poster bed and pulled the curtains closed, pretending to sleep. Once she ran the shower, stripped and stood under it, imagining herself clean. While she couldn’t change her clothes, she spent a good deal of time at the vanity, playing with her hair, trying out new styles before heading off to school. But today she was back to painting, the lullaby she sang wordless, barely a memory. ( mi casa es su casa ) | ||||||||
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