The Dome :: An Original Character RPG
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December 30th, 2013
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| Who: Ivanya and Remy When: Afternoon Where: Ranch ( amongst friends? ) | ||||||||
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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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December 30th, 2013
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| Who: Eily, Clementine, and Anne Marie When: Afternoon Where: Anne Marie's casa ( Earth, Fire, Water, Air. ) | ||||||||
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| Who: Lance and Jack Where: When: Warnings: | ||||||||
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December 29th, 2013
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| Who: Aidan, Patrick, and Darcy Where: Around town When: Late morning Aidan was exhausted. He and Darcy had been looking for Eily, Avery, and Noah since one o’clock in the morning, but hadn’t been able to find them or anyone else. Wherever they were being kept, they were quiet and out of sight, and the weather made it virtually impossible to track them via scent. A good part of him wanted to rest for a bit, but knowing that his sister was out there made it impossible to stop. How could he be resting when she was being held captive? It didn’t seem right. He knew Darcy felt the same way, plus she was looking for Noah. ( Read more... ) | ||||||||
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December 30th, 2013
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| Who: Finn, Liam, Audrey, Eli, and Corey Where: Their house When: Morning Eli woke to the sound of his phone, which was only odd because everyone that usually messaged him was in the house with him. He rubbed his eyes as he picked it up, frowning at the message from Jack. He sent one back, then another, before turning to wake up Corey. “Hey,” he said softly, touching her shoulder. “You awake?” He was still learning the difference between a sleeping heartbeat and a waking one, but if he was awake, then he thought Corey probably was too. She'd taken a while to get the blood off of her, and to patch up the wounds she'd acquired. Thankfully, Eli had seemed...well. Just fine. It was weird, but a pretty big check in the plus column. She was awake, just sore. “Yeah,” she answered, voice quiet. “How are you feeling?” she asked, shifting to look at him. ( put on some pants ) | ||||||||
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December 29th, 2013
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| Who: Wes, Eily & Anne Marie When: Evening Where: Wes's place, then Anne Marie's After retreating from the basement, Wes took a shower, dressed, and left the house. He ran a few errands, checked in at work. He feigned surprise and expressed sympathy at the news of multiple house fires, and people who had gone missing. Some people seemed genuinely upset. Some simply had that look in their eyes as they speculated and gossiped. That look that clearly said Finally, something exciting in this place!. When Wes returned home, it was getting dark and he knew he would have to take Eily to Anne Marie. Obviously he would need to knock her out, which was something he was actually looking forward to. Wes knew she wouldn’t cooperate otherwise. Walking upstairs, he listened for the other girls. He thought he heard one of them scream for help, which prompted a small smirk on his lips. It was nice that there was obviously still a spark of hope that they thought they might be rescued. Pushing open the door at the end of the hall, Wes took a step inside, looking over at Eily to see if she was awake or sleeping. ( 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 27th, 2013
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| Who: Finn and Liam Where: Their house When: early morning Finn had been avoiding people. It was getting obvious at this point. He’d talked to Eli then gone for a run and found ways to occupy himself until he could sneak something to eat and hide out in his room. As soon as dawn had broke he’d gone out again, running before work, as far as he could go, and then back. By the time he’d wound up in the yard he was exhausted, sure he’d done more than any sane person would do, but it helped. When he ran, it was all he had to focus on. Not the way his heart felt heavy climbing the stairs to their house. Not the way he was upset with himself for being upset, for not seeing what made his friends so happy about their change. Not the way he felt guilty around how Eli felt when it wasn’t even his place or his fault. No, running for hours on end was much easier. For a long moment he hesitated at the door, hand on the knob, not sure what to do. There had to be somewhere else he could go right? Somewhere that wasn’t here, where his emotions were messy, where his mind felt like it was fracturing into pieces and he wasn’t sure what to do with himself. Or which self was him. Some days it felt like there were multiple versions of himself and right now he was starting realize that maybe he was. And he had no idea which one was the right one. Sighing, he gave up on going inside and sat down on the steps, back to the door, limbs shaking a little with exhaustion. He’d get up when he felt less tired. ( even if just for a moment ) | ||||||||
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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 20th, 2013
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| Who: Wes, Avery and Lily When: Afternoon Where: Wes’s basement Avery had no idea what time it was when she woke up. All she knew was that she had a raging headache, a sore jaw and her muscles ached something fierce. It took a few seconds after prying her eyes open to realize why. Her arms were above her head, her wrists tied together. She was tied by rope to something… a pipe, maybe. And she was on the floor. Cold, hard cement. Avery groaned and tried to shift to get more comfortable, but the rope above her was too tight for her to do much but move her butt a little. Opening her eyes a bit more, Avery’s gaze was drawn to the tiny, narrow window, providing the only light available in the dim room. It was definitely a basement. There were some boxes in the corner. A washer and dryer. It smelled musty and she could hear a slow drip somewhere behind her. The events of what happened in the bar came rushing back, and her heart began to beat faster as she turned her head to her right. Lily was there, tied much like Avery with her arms above her head to round pole that ran from the floor to the ceiling above them. Avery didn’t see Eily anywhere. “Lily,” Avery said, though her voice cracked from how dry it was. She licked her lips, praying Lily wasn’t dead. “Lily.” ( they're not going to find you. ) | ||||||||
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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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