The Dome :: An Original Character RPG
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December 20th, 2013
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| Who: Serge Where: Woodlands When: Midday Warnings: violence ( ...for them ) | ||||||||
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December 19th, 2013
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| Who: Micah and Nic Where: One of the fires When: early morning Micah had finished off a killer shift at work, people in with burns, people in just scared, shooting at nothing and hurting others, and at least five people he was sure were just hiding out at the hospital because it seemed safer. His first goal was Nic’s with a bed and his boyfriend, but the second wasn’t there. Micah frowned, then showered and changed, heading out into the cold to find Nic. The fires were throwing off his sense of smell, but eventually he found the other man, standing outside a burning building that they seemed to have given up on putting out, just waiting on it to finish burning. Slipping close he rested a hand against Nic’s shoulder, squeezing gently, but not saying anything. Nic stood beside the burning house, wiping the sweat from his brow as the flames began to die down. They’d done all they could to put the fires out, but some of them they couldn’t get to in time. It was a small dome. There was only one fire truck. The only time something like this would have happened-- multiple fires in various locations-- would have been if they were set on purpose. And Delphi wasn’t prepared for arsen. He didn’t notice Micah until he touched him, and then he was quiet for a moment before speaking. “We weren’t prepared for this.” ( Read more... ) | ||||||||
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| Who: Wes and Eily When: Early morning Where: Wes’s house It had been awhile since Wes had company. The blonde Anne Marie had wanted, Eily, was tied up tightly in the back, spare room upstairs. The other two, the ones for him, were in his basement. The ropes were thick, and Wes had grown quite adept at tying knots. The doors were locked from the outside, and he had no concern about any of them getting free. He knew he would have to take Eily to Anne Marie soon, but the woman hadn’t told him he couldn’t have his own fun with her first. As long as she was alive when Wes delivered her? Well, that would be good enough, right? He was alone with them now, and Wes was working on about two hours sleep at this point. That was okay. He had no plans to go into work, after all. Scratching idly at the stubble growing on his jaw, Wes sat at his small kitchen table, drinking a crappy cup of coffee and listening. He couldn’t hear anything, which meant they were still likely knocked out. ( No one will hear you. ) | ||||||||
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| Who: Mickey and Violet When: Early morning Where: Undisclosed location Mickey was out longer than he should have been and when he came to, he wished he could pass back out again. His knee was searing in pain, that was the first realization. He tried to move, to stretch it out, only to find out that he couldn’t. His head was pounding, and he tried to do something, to move, but his hands were bound as well. He struggled again, finally opening his eyes and blinking as things tried to come into focus. Where the hell was he? Violet had been sitting across the table from Mickey, looking periodically to Simon to whine about why he wasn't waking up more quickly. Then, when she least expected it, his eyes opened and she felt jubilant. Getting up from her chair, Violet pressed her hands down along the lavender silk dress she'd purchased the day before at the second hand store. She thought it was the sexiest dress in the world, the fitted bodice, the ribbony lace along the tulle skirt. Really it looked dowdy and aged but she didn't know that. Simon had said she was breathtaking and he'd meant it. She was beside Mickey in an instant, her arms going around his face to press a dramatic and lingering kiss to his cheek. "Oh, I was so worried about you. Are you okay?" ( I'll just make you scream. Until your voicebox cracks and your dick falls off. ) | ||||||||
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December 18th, 2013
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| Who: Darcy and Aidan Where: Around town When: Some time after 1 am Aidan had drug Darcy back to his house and looked her over for injuries, patching her back up. He’d messaged people and told them about Noah, and then they were waiting. She guessed he was sleeping somewhere, but she’d raided the fridge, finding a beer and stealing it, sitting up in the living room wrapped in a blanket, empty bottle on the coffee table and tears streaked down her face. She’d started messaging Noah at least three times, but had stopped short, not sure what to say and knowing he wouldn’t get it anyway. Dead. He was probably dead. He loved her. She kept replaying that moment, when he said it, again and again, then burst into tears again, sleep not happening in the least. She’d made it a good fifteen minutes without crying out of panic or fear or worry, and while it wasn’t much, she was calling it an accomplishment. ( we have to ) | ||||||||
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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 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?” ( “We’re going to find them.” ) | ||||||||
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| Who: Anne Marie and Clementine Where: Anne Marie’s house When: Just before dawn ( 1/4 of the equation ) | ||||||||
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December 13th, 2013
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| Who: Anne Marie and Jericho Where: Anne Marie’s house When: Sometime after midnight Anne Marie had spent all week preparing for her guests. She stole four of the cages from the woods down south, set them up in the basement, and put locks on all the doors. Shackles would have been better, but they weren’t easily accessible and she couldn’t exactly let her guests roam about. Even with a gun, she knew she could be easily overpowered and she wasn’t willing to risk that happening. Once the preparations were made, she set about making soup, figuring that they’d be hungry. The goal wasn’t to starve them, at least not unless she had to. Anne Marie would do whatever was necessary to get what she wanted. ( Read more... ) | ||||||||
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DATE: Sunday, April 16, 2017 WEATHER: The cold and rain continue, the sun not making an appearance all day. EVENTS: The power has finally been restored! Not much progress was made on the deaths of the night before, and even more have been added to the death toll. Five separate houses were caught on fire last night and word on the street is that it’s arson, not accident. Also, some rumors claim there were several kidnappings, causing the Dome to be in an uproar. Demands for order and justice are loud and clear, while there’s still a blanket of nerves and insecurity among the townsfolk. BODY COUNT: 72, 4 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. | ||||||||
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The Dome :: An Original Character RPG
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