The Dome :: An Original Character RPG
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January 13th, 2014
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| Who: Micah, Sky, and Clem When: Afternoon Where: Hospital, then her house ( Right? ) | ||||||||
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| Who: Avery, Riley and Lucas When: Where: The woods | ||||||||
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| Who: Wes, Avery, and Lily Where: Wes’s house When: Evening Lily woke with a start. She wasn’t sure if she was sleeping or had passed out from some kind of injury, but it took several minutes for her vision to come back into focus which communicated to her she had probably suffered from the latter. Everytime she came to, she had the dimmest glimmer of hope that all of this had been a horrendous nightmare. That she’d open her eyes to find Lochlan laying beside her, man or wolf, that Princess would be curled up on the other side of her, and that everything was normal. Completely fine. But it wasn’t. In fact, it was far from that fantasy. She was still tied up in this fucking basement, she and Avery were still being tormented by this maniac, and she lost hope more and more by the day that they were going to make it out of this alive. She didn’t let onto that, though. She needed to keep what hope in Avery alive that she could, and she wouldn’t give fuckface the satisfaction of knowing he had nearly broken her. She shifted her arms upwards so that she could stand, her muscles aching more than she ever thought possible and her skin burning with such sharp, shearing pain. The wounds she had weren’t healing well, and she was fairly confident that infection would be the end of her if that sick fuck wasn’t. “Avery?” Her voice was hoarse, nearly unrecognizable as she spoke. ( What's the first thing you're going to do when we get out of here? ) | ||||||||
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January 12th, 2014
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| Who: Maggie and Madison Where: Madison's Place When: Night (4/18/2017) She was annoying him by her existence altogether. She was stupid and useless and Madison hated her. Hated her. And she was unconscious which was also annoying because she wasn’t answering his questions. Madison turned the poker around in his hand then pressed it against her leg to see if she’d wake up. Maggie screamed and rolled away from the pain, a natural reaction even if she was barely awake. She’d taken to pretending to sleep even when she wasn’t sleeping because sometimes he ignored her if that was the case. She was hungry and tired, in pain and a little delirious. The thought that she was dying was in the back of her head, but she was attempting to ignore it. How long could she live in this state? She looked up at Madison, her glare a mix of fear and hatred. She’d never wanted to kill someone so bad in her life, and she’d never felt so helpless. ( Read more... ) | ||||||||
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January 6th, 2014
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| Who: Serge Where: Lakewood Drive When: Night, 4-17-2017 Warnings: | ||||||||
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January 5th, 2014
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| Who: Micah and OPEN TO ALL Where: The Hospital When: Any time across the 3 days Micah was ready for the worst, but the worst came faster than he expected. As those who had been kidnapped were found, they were filtering into his hospital in varying stages of needing help as well those who'd gotten them out. Which had him running from one end of the hospital to the other, but he was relieved. They walked through those doors and they became his pack and instantly he worried about them less. They were safe inside these wall. That was exactly where he wanted them. Now it was just a matter of making them better. | ||||||||
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| Who: Mickey and December Where: the morgue When: early morning 04-18-2017 Zania had handed him over to the doctor and a nurse who set about cleaning him up and bandaging him back together. He could tell they were relieved all the blood on him wasn’t his, but he knew the nurse struggled as she tried to clean up and bandage where Violet had carved “JERK” into his arm. It was hard for him to look at too. Once they were finally done patching him up, his clothes were replaced with some loaned scrubs. The shirt was a touch too short, but considering it wasn’t covered in blood, Mickey was fine with it. His forearm was bandaged, as well as a cut over his eye from being smacked around. There were others bandages too, but the shirt covered the worst of them. What it didn’t cover was the nasty red marks around his wrists from being bound up, or the black eye he was sporting. Part of him wanted to go home. Just sleep. But he needed to be somewhere else first. So once they let him go, instead of trudging outside, he headed downstairs, making his way into the morgue. “December?” His voice wasn’t as croaked, but it was still ragged, still hoarse, but they said that would get better as he got more rest and water. ( Stay In Sight ) | ||||||||
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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 31st, 2013
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| Who: Mickey & Violet When: Morning Where: Violet’s place Warnings: violence Violet yawned lazily, opening her eyes with a smile as she snuggled up close to Mickey. She’d had Simon move him from the dining room to her bedroom once she’d calmed down. He was tied tightly, wrists and ankles each to a bedpost, but he was under the covers with her and she was pleasantly enjoying a nice rest with her arm draped across his chest, her hair spilling over his shoulder. He really was a good boyfriend, even if he hurt her. She knew he didn’t mean it. She closed her eyes again since he didn’t seem to be awake yet. She had good plans for them today but she could wait. ( but he bleeds well ) | ||||||||
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| Who: Marley and Micah When: Morning Where: Eatzy's It was a marvelous fucking day, if only because the sun was finally out. After a couple days of cold and rain, Marley was willing to overlook all of the chaos and questions within the dome, just to enjoy the fact that the weather was no longer wet and miserable. Obviously she had been used to the harsher elements when she had been outside the dome, and trading. But if she had to be stuck inside, she sure as hell expected the promised controlled weather to be seventy two and sunny Was that too much to ask? There were the occasional fun moments here and there, but really, Delphi was turning out to be one huge disappointment. Nasty things that went bump in the night, way too much death and crappy weather. At least the food was decent. She was sitting at the counter at Eatzy's now, sipping an okay cup of coffee and eating an omelet. The diner itself wasn't too busy, though there were a few people scattered about, talking to one another in low tones, though Marley could hear well enough to know they were gossiping about the missing people. How could anyone go missing in a dome? Marley had to imagine the police were knocking on every single door, searching every single house... although maybe that violated privacy laws or something, if such a thing even existed anymore. Sighing a bit, Marley realized she should have asked Jake to come with her for breakfast, but he had still been sleeping when Marley woke and she knew better than to wake him up when he was out cold. But that was okay. She could sit quietly, eat her breakfast and eavesdrop on the conversations around her. Usually that was the best time to pick up on interesting bits of information. One never knew when those would come in handy. | ||||||||
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December 30th, 2013
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DATE: Monday, April 17, 2017 WEATHER: The rain finally dies down during the night, with the sun rising bright and early the next morning. Clouds roll in and out all day, but the rain seems to be gone for the time being. The air is cool and crisp, with the wind biting in the evening. Temperature ranges from 66-53°F. EVENTS: The rumors about kidnappings are no longer rumors. There are at least 8 people confirmed to be missing, maybe more. Search parties are being organized, but people are advised not to go alone, that the captors are likely armed and dangerous. A dome-wide curfew is put into effect recommending that no one be outside or alone after dark. There are also 9 more bodies to add to the death toll, but the rumors surrounding their deaths are all wild and unofficial. Apparently they were wolves when they attacked, but were humans when they died. For those in the know, this raises additional questions-- Why were the werewolves attacking? Why did they seem to lack control? BODY COUNT: 81, 9 new this game day 2 from heart attacks via ghosts. 7 from the riot at the doors. 11 from bat bites. 3 from spontaneous combustion. 6 from blood loss. 39 from wolf attacks. 4 from fires. 9 wild werewolves killed. | ||||||||
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| Who: Devin and Justin Where: Eatzy's When: afternoon Devin was not exactly a ray of sunshine as he worked in the kitchen of the diner. Nothing like finding out that vampires and werewolves were real and that just about everyone he knew was keeping secrets from him. That was how it seemed to him right then, anyway, in his state of pissed-off hurt feelings. He was already planning out in his mind what he was going to say to Charlie when he got home, how he was going to twist the verbal knife, make his uncle sorry for treating him like some dumb kid who wouldn’t be able to understand anything. Yes, that might be a dick move, but Devin didn’t care. He was just that irritated. He was chopping vegetables for salads, and he’d be lucky if he didn’t chop his own damn fingers off. Muttering under his breath, Devin dumped a cutting board full of diced cucumber into a large plastic tub. ( sure you should be handling a knife? ) | ||||||||
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| Who: Kenzie, Ainsley & Anne Marie When: Night Where: The forest For the rest of the day, Kenzie drifted in and out of consciousness. She was tired, but secured in a way that made it difficult to sleep comfortably. She hadn’t eaten or had anything to drink in hours. Not to mention the fact that she had been suffering through nicotine withdrawal, which was hell on a whole other level. Throughout the day, Kenzie had heard footsteps upstairs, sometimes small murmurings of discussion directly above her, though she could never make out what was being said. Bobby didn’t return, and she imagined it was because his mother was home. Occasionally Kenzie would tug at her bindings, trying to get free without successful. She wanted to scream and fling horrible obscenities at her captors, but Kenzie was aware that her mouth could very easily trigger her demise, so instead she bit her tongue until she tasted blood, trying to muffle her shrieks of frustration and anger. Lance was looking for her, though. She knew that much. He had to be. Finally, after what seemed days, though rationally Kenzie knew it couldn’t have been that long, she slumped back and closed her eyes, trying to breathe through her internal panic. She was too tired to do much else but hope that Lance would somehow track her down before Bobby decided to snap her neck and be done with it. ( Read more... ) | ||||||||
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| Who: Patrick, Fiona, and Lochlan When: Early afternoon Where: The outer ring of town Lochlan had worked himself out of being stunned at how they’d found the pub and that the girls were all missing and on into being furious by way of determined. It was fueling him as he texted his family and Lily’s brother as requested by Aidan. It was fueling him as they swung by to pick up Patrick at his place on their way toward the edge of town to search the houses on the outermost part of the dome’s center. It kept him quiet and focused and on the edge of raging at anything or anyone that got in his way. He was trying not to think about what could be happening to the girls. They were soft and beautiful and feisty and his. His sister, his cousin, his girlfriend. This felt personal on so many levels but reports were coming from everywhere that others were taken as well during the night. He tried to remain objective but he needed Eily to keep him level-headed and she wasn’t there. So he was relying on Fiona and Patrick, most especially Patrick as his alpha. “I’m going to kill people by the time this is over. You know that, right?” he said to no one in particular as he looked into the windows of a house that looked empty or abandoned thanks to the dome’s doors shutting and possibly a good hiding spot for kidnappers. Especially if it had a basement. “I’m going to fuck some shit up before then too. How could they do this?” ( No one messed with an O'Reilly, not on his watch, not ever. ) | ||||||||
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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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| Who: Kenzie and Bobby When: late morning Where: The basement When Kenzie woke up, it took her a few seconds to remember where she was, and what had happened. Bobby the vampire, with that crazy fucking whore he called Mother. He had wanted to ‘keep her’, and then his mother had started choking Kenzie and now… looking around, Kenzie figured she was in their basement. Or a basement. And her hands were tight and secure. Despite the soreness of her throat, Kenzie didn’t panic. No. She could get out of this for sure. There was no way she was letting psycho bitch and her bloodsucking twat of a son kill her down here. Kenzie breathed in deeply, craving nicotine. Craving violence. There were so many things she wanted to do to those two that the morbid images in her mind were a comfort to her. Maybe she would get a chance. Maybe Lance was looking for her by now, if he was realizing she hadn’t come home. Although that wasn’t terribly unusual… but still, he knew she would have checked in someway. ( don’t you start telling lies ) | ||||||||
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| Who: Lia and Riley When: Early afternoon Where: The ranch It was a miserable day. Again. The weather was still cold and rainy, and Lia found herself wishing desperately for the sun. Not only to brighten her own mood, but because keeping Sophia inside all day tended to make her daughter restless and bored, and when Sophia got bored, she got ornery. Thankfully Mrs. Haggerty stepped in when Sophia started whining, and took her to the kitchen to help whip up a fresh batch of cookies. Lia took that opportunity to shower, since Sophia had woken her up early for breakfast and to play cards. She knew Riley was outside, tending to the animals. It hadn't taken long for word to get around the ranch about the fires the night before. And there was speculation that it was arson. That some people in town had gone missing. She had sent texts to Gin and Micah and tried not to be too impatient while waiting for their responses. She had no idea what was going on inside Delphi lately, but Lia did know she had no intention of letting Sophia step outside until things settled. After she got out of the shower, Lia dried her hair and got dressed. She stood in front of the mirror, brushing the tangles from her blonde hair and trying to work through her own anxiety about what was happening. ( He needed to help. ) | ||||||||
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| Who: Noah and Jason Where: Jason’s house When: mid morning Jason wasn’t sure what to do about the teenager tied up in his house. He’d sent the others away, though Noah hadn’t fared well through the night, more bruises from where he’d come to and someone else had smacked him to knock him out again. Currently he was still tied up then tied to a thick metal hook that had been driven into the floorboards, dirty blanket still half over him to mask his smell. They were alone, and Jason was just out of reach, not that the unconscious guy was that much of a threat. Currently Jason was trying hard to think his way out of things. He like Sylvia. He didn’t want to like Sylvia, because he didn’t trust himself to like her considering that always went badly for him, but had anyone ever told him that they valued his opinion? Probably not. Maybe a guidance counselor somewhere looking to score points with the fucked up charity case. Or she was just making sure that if he snapped and killed people she wouldn’t be one of them. Either way, it wasn’t enough people even bothered to say it, let alone mean it. But Noah belonged to Sylvia in a sense. Not like with the redhead, whom Jason was realizing now he should have grabbed, but jealousy had had him taking the guy and not the girl, but he was still Sylvia’s. He was important to her. And keeping him captive wasn’t going to help Jason’s chances for staying important to Sylvia himself. It all left him confused and puzzled and unsure of where to go next which was stressing him out and eating away at his composure. He felt backed into a corner, which being a vampire was supposed to solve. That it wasn’t was just pissing him off more. ( How good of a friend have you been lately? ) | ||||||||
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| Who: Kenzie, Ainsley, and Bobby Where: From the street to Ainsley and Bobby’s When: Early, early morning (about 1AM) Warnings: NSFWish stuff between Bobby and Kenzie Bobby had spent some time pacing Mockingbird Lane, purposely keeping the brothel in sight. It had been days now since he had first seen the brown haired girl that quickly caught his eye and he had, without much difficulty, managed to follow her home, to work, and just about everywhere in between. Of course, his time watching her was limited to after the sun set, and that was something that was beginning to aggravate him - it was time to solve the problem of not being able to see her when he wanted to once and for all. He moved closer to the brothel, closer than he ever had before, walking on the opposite side of the street as he peered hard in its direction. He shoved his hands into his pockets as he kept moving, crossing the street a yard or so away so that he could loop back again. His timing had turned out to be impeccable, his gaze picking up that the door had opened and closed.. and from what he could tell, that the brunette was on the move not too far ahead. Unaware of anyone waiting, let alone following her, Kenzie left the brothel, shivering slightly at the chill still in the air. She really needed to get a heavier coat. She'd had one on the outside of the dome, where the elements had never been controlled, but it was still with her uncle, and there was no way to get it now. If she was stuck in this dome shaped Hell, the least they could do was keep it a warm seventy two degrees or something. It didn't help that she was wearing her black skirt and tights. She owned exactly one pair of pants, and her jeans had way too many rips in it to make much of a difference in warmth anyway. ( Fucking crazy sick fuck with mommy issues. ) | ||||||||
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December 29th, 2013
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| Who: Madison and Maggie Where: Somewhere unknown When: Before dawn Madison hadn’t brought her to his house. He’d considered it, but he also knew Anne Marie was looking for her and really, Madison wasn’t sure he wanted to hand over the good yet. So he’d carried the girl towards an abandoned house, near one of the farms, something built for another family to work the land, but the family had never come. It was furnished, which he appreciated. He was still dressed in his coat with his feet on the coffee table, the girl tied up near the hearth, out cold from the bump on her head. She was pretty, but outside of that he couldn’t truly fathom what Anne Marie wanted with them. She said she needed them, this one included, and she wanted to turn off the sun. He wasn’t sure how the two connected and he was trying to puzzle it out. That he couldn’t figure it out, genius that he was, had long moved past irritating and on into annoying. ( Read more... ) | ||||||||
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