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The Dome :: An Original Character RPG - December 15th, 2013
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| Who: Lochlan and Fiona
Where: The Pub
When: Early, early morning
Lochlan had reached the pub before Fiona but only because he had the increased speed of a werewolf. He hadn’t transformed but he could smell blood when he neared the building. A lot of it by his estimation. His texts to his sister stopped immediately but he didn’t go inside yet. He wasn’t sure he could or wanted to without someone else there with him. Still, in between then and the time Fi showed up, his mind worked through a million different horrific scenarios until he was almost sure he was going to go in on his own in spite of his instincts telling him to stay outside. He wasn’t scared for himself… not his own safety anyway. He was scared of what he’d find. He could smell Avery and Eily and Lily and so much blood and all of the smells mingled together in such a way that he wasn’t sure if the blood was any of the girls’. He paced endlessly waiting for Fiona, so grateful when he saw her in the distance. He paused, waiting for her to get closer before sharing what he could smell.
Fiona hadn’t felt right for the last few hours. She had had that nagging sense that something was wrong, but she had just attributed it to being spooked by the rumors of recent danger, or being hungry, or maybe just gassy. No matter what excuse she came up with though, it didn’t seem to ease her nerves; if anything, they only grew worse with the later it got and no Avery joining her at home. She supposed it was possible that her little sister wouldn’t spend the night yet since they had only talked about her moving in the other day, but she seemed pretty anxious to get out. Then Lochlan’s text came in and she was done. First place to check would be O’Reillys to see if she was still there, and then she would head to hers and Darcy’s place if needed. She had tried to keep things light with Lochlan as a distraction from the actual worry that had been building in the pit of her stomach, but his last text as she began nearing the pub unsettled her all over again. She slipped her phone into her back pocket and picked up her pace to a steady jog, waving her hand as she saw her brother in the distance. Once she reached him, a little out of breath, her gaze worked over his expression and a concerned look took over hers as well. “What’s wrong?”
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The Dome :: An Original Character RPG - December 15th, 2013
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