The Dome :: An Original Character RPG
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January 18th, 2014
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| Who: Zania and Lucas What: Diner Conversations When: Night Where: The diner Warnings: TBD ( They were definitely welcome. ) | ||||||||
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January 16th, 2014
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| Who: Zania and Lance Where: Lance & Kenzie’s Place When: Evening Zania had slept better that day than she had since Clementine disappeared, finally able to relax now that her friends were safe. There was still a plenty to be concerned about, thing and people she wanted to look into, but no one that she knew was in immediate danger. It also meant she had to get herself back on a normal schedule, sleep-wise and work-wise. She wasn’t thrilled about leaving Clementine alone and hoped that Skylar would stay with her during the night, or one of Clementine’s other friends. Zania was up and ready to go into work, but with some time to spare. It gave her the chance to drop by Lance’s house, to see how he was doing and ask about Kenzie. They’d spent a lot of time together the last few days, but hunting wasn’t the same as quality time. She was impressed with Lance’s ability to defend himself, but missed falling asleep in his bed. Neither of them had gotten much sleep while the girls were gone. Knocking lightly on the back door, she waited, hoping not to wake anyone up. ( Read more... ) | ||||||||
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January 13th, 2014
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| Who: Clementine and Zania Where: Their house When: Late night ( Finally Feel Safe ) | ||||||||
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January 5th, 2014
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| Who: Mickey, Zania, Violet Where: Where Mickey’s being held When: night 04-18-2017 Warnings Violence Mickey kept flitting in and out of consciousness. It was hard to stay awake, between fear and exhaustion. There had been more cutting, more spots on his body burned from her shallow cuts that burned as they healed. His shirt was off, he was still tied to the bed, blood still on his skin. Some moments he wanted to break free, others he just hoped he died. It was a terrible place to be in, waiting for something to happen that wasn’t Violet and her constant torture. ( for someone ) | ||||||||
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December 30th, 2013
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| Who: Skylar and Zania Where: Zania’s House When: Afternoon Skylar was a frantic mess. He’d gone to Zania’s house, but she wasn’t there and after looking in the window it didn’t look good. So he’d gone out looking himself. He had no idea what he was going to do if he found someone, or anyone, but he was determined to find Clementine. Exhausted after hours of looking and with nothing to show for it, he headed back to Zania’s house to see if he could find her and get some more help. Or some answers. Or maybe she was just home and it was all bad dream. ( I'll get lucky ) | ||||||||
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December 29th, 2013
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| Who: Devin and Zania Where: Zania’s place When: early afternoon Devin had had an uneasy feeling ever since he’d awakened at around nine that morning. Some of it was related to how tight-lipped Charlie had been before he’d gone to the police station; the man had looked as if he’d had next to no sleep, and Devin could only assume that it had to do with whatever had gone on the night before. After his uncle had left, Devin had dug out his phone again and re-read the text from Zania. It made even less sense and was more horrifying than he’d realized, given he’d been two thirds asleep when he’d received it. She’d been shot, there was a werewolf, and Zan needed blood. What? It was like crazy talk, but she’d told him to come by her house, so he figured if he did, he’d find out if she was trying to pull some elaborate joke on him or if she was serious. But… how could she be serious? While it was true that they were living out a post-apocalyptic existence and anything should be easier to believe now, that was a tough one. Werewolves? Did he look insane? After doing a few chores around the place-- because he tried to reduce the amount of frown lines Charlie wore when he could-- and showering and eating, Devin headed over to Zania’s. He was scheduled for a late afternoon shift today, and since the power was back on that should be a go, but he had time for this. Once he’d arrived, Devin knocked on the door and waited, trying not to fidget. ( Read more... ) | ||||||||
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| Who: Zania and December Where: The morgue When: Around 2:30 AM It felt like she’d walked a marathon by the time she got to the morgue, but it was only because Zania was shuffling along. Her body ached from head to toe, the lack of blood in her system effecting her more than she was willing to admit. If December hadn’t had blood to offer her, she would’ve taken from her brother, regardless of how awkward it made him feel. Luckily, they didn’t have to go there and Justin had headed home with a promise to clean up her living room. Lance had dropped her off at the hospital before heading over to the brothel, where he would hopefully find Kenzie. This night seemed to be lasting forever and not in a good way. “Hello?” she called out as she pushed open the door to the morgue. She was expecting it to smell like the frogs she dissected in school, but instead it smelled clean. Like disinfectant. That was generally not a good thing, but far better than the alternative. ( here's some blood ) | ||||||||
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December 26th, 2013
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| Who: Justin, Zania and Lance Where: Zania’s When: Early morning (around 1:45am) Justin hadn’t been sleeping much when he got Zania’s text message. He’d been roaming the house, calling out for his ghost friend, wanting to finally have a conversation with her to figure out what the hell she wanted with him. But his sister’s message had him shifting priorities fairly quickly, and it didn’t take him long to change into a pair of jeans and a long sleeved thermal shirt. After tugging his shoes on, Justin left the house and immediately started for Zania’s. He moved quickly, but barely broke a sweat before knocking loudly on her door, his hand falling to the door knob. He would let himself in if she didn’t answer in a few seconds, his impatience simmering and his concern overwhelming anything else. “Zania,” he called out. “Who is it?” Zania called out as she sat in the living room, tying up her boots. The room was a mess with blood on the couch and the floor, plus the dead body of what was a werewolf. It made her glad they didn’t have carpet, otherwise clean up would be even worse, though she hadn’t gotten to that yet. Zania had showered and dressed, all moving slower than she would have liked. Her body was still sore, even if she’d healed. ( Read more... ) | ||||||||
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December 17th, 2013
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| Who: Zania and Lance Where: Zania’s house When: middle of night When Lance got the blank text message he was moving. Grabbing his jacket and his shoes, pulling on unlaced boots before leaving the house and heading next door. He hoped she was home and not somewhere else, because he might never find her. Hurrying he made his way up her steps, frowning when he found the door ajar. Pushing through it he looked around, smelling blood right when he came through the door. “Zan!” ( Tell me where you are ) | ||||||||
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December 12th, 2013
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| Who: Clementine, Zania, and Jericho Where: Clementine & Zania’s house When: Close to Midnight Zania’s plan was to go out after midnight, figuring it was the time that most people would be sleeping and least likely to go on a patrol. If tomorrow turned out to be sunny, she might as well make the most of the night. To prepare, she sat by the fire sharpening her machete, humming to herself, the absence of electricity starting to get to her. It wasn’t that she minded not having power-- she’d gotten used to that outside the dome-- but she missed the ability to play music. Clementine had been dozing on the couch, as near the fire as she could be and under a big bunch of blankets to stay warm. She'd only been snoozing lightly, though, so after a few moments of Zania there sharpening her weapon, Clem was awake and slowly watching her. "What's the haps, Doc?" She asked, a yawn in her voice as she shifted a little to get a better look at Zania. "Where you headed?" ( more ) | ||||||||
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November 27th, 2013
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| Who: Zania and Mickey Where: Mickey’s house When: Morning It was an hour or two before dawn when Zania crawled out of Lance’s bed and returned to her own house, preparing for the dawn to come. When she woke a few hours later to find it was still a dark and dreary day, she smiled, appreciating the chance to run around in the daytime again. She added wood to the fire in the fireplace, hoping to help Clementine keep warm, then heated up some peach cobbler over the fire. Warm fruit in hand, she hurried out into the cold, popping into Mickey’s place a few minutes later. Being able to move super fast came into handy in bad weather and she’d managed to stay dry. “Mickey?” she called out when she stepped inside, heading towards his bedroom until she saw him curled up by the fire. “I brought you breakfast.” ( Read more... ) | ||||||||
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November 22nd, 2013
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| Who: Lance and Zania Where: Lance’s Place When: Late Night Despite the earlier blow up with Kenzie, Zania couldn’t be happier. She was laying by the fire with Lance beside her, a blanket beneath them, and nothing on. At this point she didn’t think Kenzie was returning any time soon, though she realized they probably needed to move to the bedroom before that happened. Still, it was nice to be there with Lance, to know he wanted her there. “If you had a million dollars, what would have spent it on? Back in the day?” ( Read more... ) | ||||||||
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November 19th, 2013
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| Who: Lance, Kenzie, and Zania Where: Lance & Kenzie's Place When: Late Afternoon It was cold. And wet. And though Zania knew she should be inside, she had wandered next door to see what Lance was up to. She'd started up a fire in her own fireplace, since Nic had been kind enough to come by and make sure she had firewood, but she didn't know if Lance had gotten any for himself and Kenzie before the rain started. With a small pile wrapped in plastic, she hurried next door and knocked on the door. In addition to firewood, she'd brought food, and food was rarely turned down. ( and being stuck between them ) | ||||||||
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| Who: Zania and Justin When: Mid-morning Where: Eatzy’s Justin was beginning to seriously consider closing up. He had sent the cook and waiter home, able to manage the place on his own, given he hadn’t had any customers since Clementine left. It was looking decidedly worse outside, and there was only so much paperwork he could tolerate before he got bored. He decided to give it a bit longer, and he sat in one of the booths by the window, drinking his coffee and watching the increasingly high winds. It was bizarre, the weather. He recalled talking about it briefly with Riley. But nothing in the dome was surprising to him anymore. If he could claim to be a werewolf, and have a sister who was a vampire, odd weather wasn’t going to throw him. ( and other everyday conversation ) | ||||||||
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October 31st, 2013
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| Who: OPEN TO ALL Where: A Barn When: 6PM Onward Mickey hadn't planned on attending the social event, but as it would always have it, he got a frantic phone call that the lights weren't working right and they needed a hand. He'd hurried that way, helping with the extra lights in the barn that had been cleared of most of the equipment so there would be space to dance. Tables had been rolled in and set up so people would have places to mingle and the grill was going at full capacity. By the time Mickey had solved the electrical problem, the barn had lights up as well, and the band was starting. It wasn't a bad atmosphere to get stuck in at all, and despite his reservations, he'd been handed a beer and was taking in the party with everyone else. | ||||||||
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October 30th, 2013
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| Who: Zania and Clementine Where: Their House When: Afternoon When Zania finally got up, she pulled Lance into the shower with her, enjoying his company for a while longer before sending him on his way. She had a few things to do before the the hoe down that night, priority number one being baking something for everyone to enjoy. To get herself in the mood, she pulled on her cowboy boots and headed into the kitchen, dancing around the music as she began work on a blackberry cobbler. It had been a good day so far, one of the best in recent weeks, and there was little that could bring her down. ( Read more... ) | ||||||||
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October 27th, 2013
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| Who: Lance and Zania Where: Zan & Clementine’s House When: Pre-dawn Warnings: NSFW Banished to the couch, Lance had eventually fallen asleep, mostly out of boredom than anything else. He wanted to head back to Zania’s room, but he had a feeling that Clementine might make rounds, just to make sure that Lance was where he belonged, so he stayed put. And by morning he was out cold, one arm over his eyes, blanket twisted around his feet, shirt pushed up his stomach. Zania came in just before dawn, tired from a night of working, but not quite wound down yet. She’d had a lot on her mind, but it was better than most nights, and she thought that maybe, if she worked at it, she could turn a new leaf. She started to head back towards her room when she noticed Lance on the couch sleeping. Dropping her bag by the door, she came over to the couch and looked down at him with a small smile. That stomach was too tempting not to touch and she lightly ran her fingers over his skin, aware of how much cooler she was than him. The cool touch had Lance jolting out of sleep, waving towards whatever was touching him to get it to go away. “God damn ghost, no!” He blinked twice before realizing it was Zania and dropping back on the couch. “Thank god.” ( maybe even a virtue ) | ||||||||
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October 17th, 2013
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| Who: Zania and December Where: December’s House When: Afternoon When it decided to rain all afternoon, Zania realized this was the perfect day to get her tattoo done and not have to try and catch December after dark. They had similar schedules, both working at night, and she doubted there’d be another good opportunity for her to get out early in the next few days. The weather in the dome had become especially unpredictable since the doors shut, so she’d go when she could. Standing at the door, though, her nervousness returned. Not due to getting a tattoo, but because this was December. Mickey’s December. She barely knew her, yet had built her up to this perfect woman in her head, or at least someone better than her. The comparison had never been made aloud, except Zania could feel it there every time Mickey turned her down. But that wasn’t fair to December. Taking a deep breath, Zania knocked on the door. December had been getting as much sleep as possible, though eventually had to get up. What she did with her time then was ink out the tattoo she'd had in mind before, the chains, the birds, the break in the links. It was delicate work, and she still wasn't quite finished with it, despite having worked on it for hours. When a knock came on the door, December set her gun down, walked over, and opened it up. Then she blinked in surprise, since it was Zania. "Hey," she said. "Is everything okay?" Her mind immediately lept to the idea that something had to be wrong. ( some advice about ink ) | ||||||||
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October 7th, 2013
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| Who: Mickey and Zania Where: Zania's house When: Morning Mickey stuck around the encampment until well after dawn, making sure everyone had made it out of the cages, that whatever could be taken down was and was one of the last ones to leave. He could have gone home, maybe changed and showered, but he was determined to just keep working, and he’d promised Zania he would come by. After seeing her face when Lily sort of bailed on her, he wasn’t about to do the same. So he went straight to her house, knocking on the door, leaning on the frame to take the weight off of his knee and give himself a moment to get his emotions in check. He was trying hard not to think about how badly things were going, how he probably just needed to lay low for a good month. ( and think of me when you're lonely ) | ||||||||
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September 30th, 2013
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| Who: Zania, Lily, and Mickey Where: The club, then the werewolf camp When: Early evening Lily was headed in the direction of Zania’s club, eyes perpetually darting up towards the sky. The sun had begun its descent and there was absolutely nothing she could do to keep it sitting pretty where it was, in all its blazing glory. She was full of so many different emotions that she could barely function. She’d spent most of her day with Lochlan and despite them both being under intense stress with what the night held for them, they had an amazing time together. She had received a text from Mickey not too long ago asking if she’d like to have dinner tomorrow night, a whole nother kind of stress building within her about the conversation that she was going to have to have with him about that.. it was something she would deal with later. Unless something bad happened tonight, then there would be absolutely no dinner because she wouldn’t be leaving her house. She wouldn’t even be leaving her bed. Any distraction she had managed to afford herself previously had begun to wear off as the entire reality of the situation hit like it hadn’t before. She thought she had fully wrapped her mind around what was to come, but with each hour that drew closer to the rising of the full moon, the more she realized she had just begun to really get it. She looped around to the back of the building, noticing a door propped open. She walked in slowly and looked around curiously. She hadn’t had a chance to actually see the club indoors yet; this would have been incredibly exciting if she didn’t have a dark cloud of doom hanging over her. “Hello? Zan?” She didn’t hear a response, so she continued further in until she spotted some bottles of wine and glasses. She was drawn to them like a magnet and looked around, still not seeing anyone. She took the liberty of pouring herself a rather large glass with the bottle that was already uncorked, bringing the glass to her lips as she continued to hold tight to the bottle’s neck. She took a few steps over to a nearby window, the darkness that had tinged the surroundings being completely unsettling. She couldn’t be here, not right now. She took several large sips from her glass before downing the rest of it, immediately pouring herself another. She didn’t take her eyes off the sky once. Zania couldn’t leave for her club until the sun was fully behind the trees. At least she wasn’t far from her own house, being stuck at Lance’s all day, and she was able to swing by there, shower, and change clothes. It didn’t take long, not with her dreads and her inability to see in the mirror, hence put on makeup. It was just starting to get dark when she arrived, and she called out to Lily as she came in, a bottle in her hand, her portable stereo in her bag. “Lily, you here?” she asked, pushing the door open the rest of the way and turning on the lights. ( How do you feel about werewolves? ) | ||||||||
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