The Dome :: An Original Character RPG
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September 7th, 2013
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| Who: Eily and Ben Where: the bar/ out and about When: evening Eily was at the bar, and she’d texted Ben to meet her there. Sure, she was technically working, but she wasn’t alone, and she was just going to make time. Angelo could man the bar while she got her flirt on. Which she was greatly looking forward to. With everything going on? She desperately needed to get her mind off of things. When she spotted him, she grinned and waved, cracking a beer for him before he even got to her. He'd found something in his stash that he thought she might like. It wasn't much, but it was something, and he could have sold it but he thought the smarter thing to do would be to bring it with him to this meeting. Coming up to the bar, he grinned as he saw her and looked over at the beer as well. "Just prepared as all get-out, aren't you. You know I don't need to be drunk to want to talk to you, right?" He teased. ( shiny butterfly ) | ||||||||
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September 6th, 2013
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| Who: Pat and Lochlan When: Evening time Where: Patrick’s side of the townhouse shared with Eily Patrick had spent a lot of his time thinking after that stupid run the night before. He’d locked himself in his room and only texted Lochlan to come over once he was sure he had his head about him. So they might be werewolves. That was...apparently a thing. They might be werewolves and if they were, then he and Lochlan really needed to talk about this face to face. He needed to get Lochlan on board with his vision, since he was positive it was the best one for the family. So he was waiting, pacing downstairs outside of his door as he waited on Lochlan to arrive. Lochlan had finished his shift at the pub and run back to Eily’s to check in. He didn’t need his cousin worrying that he was off running wild and never coming back again. Not that he would now. Not after his conversation with Aidan. That had scared the crap out of him until it had settled him into determination not to be a prissy little girly anymore about this. It happened, he had no choice, he had to face it head on. Like the zombies. And who better to do it with than family? He’d finished a shower but had decided yet again not to shave when Patrick’s text came in. He wasn’t long getting outside and face to face with his cousin. “So, thanks for calling bullshit at that meeting,” he said by way of greeting, shaking water out of his hair. ( All of Us Safe ) | ||||||||
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| Who: Lily and Jack Where: Outside O'Reilly's When: Late, late evening Lily moved down the street, hands in pockets as she walked. She had been looking for Jack since she got out of work and was seeming to lack the apparent luck one needed to find him. He wasn't answering her texts or phone calls and that was enough to make her begin to panic. What if the vampire blood was only a temporary fix? She picked up her pace at the disturbing thought of him on the brink of death somewhere. She cared about her brothers more than anyone else in the world, including herself. At least she could worry about Mannix a little less now, in theory.. maybe they could look into getting Jack on the vampire train. She was quickly approaching O'Reilly's when her gaze landed on a familiar figure exiting the bar, a wave of relief washing over her followed by extreme irritation. Here she was on the verge of a nervous breakdown and there he was, apparently ignoring her? Her steps got heavier as she stormed after Jack, anger building in her with every inch she grew closer to him. Once she caught up, she whacked his arm without warning then dropped clenched fists at her sides. "Why the fuck aren't you in the hospital?" Well, she already knew the answer to that. Still, she wished he would have at least waited until the doctor had given him a clean bill of health. ( Watch out, Little Red Riding Hood ) | ||||||||
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| Who: Nic and Micah Where: Micah's place When: Evening Micah had everything set up on the kitchen table, but he'd also made and effort to get take out too, which was on the counter. In short, he'd been avoiding his boyfriend, but he hadn't said that and secretly hoped Nic hadn't noticed. In a failed attempt to make up for it, he'd showered and changed into something nice almost, a pair of jeans that fit and a button down. Not the best date given what he had planned, but it was a start. ( if we can't contain 'em, knock 'em out ) | ||||||||
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| Who: Eli and Liam Where: Their House When: Afternoon Eli was dreading his conversation with Liam, but not as much as he was Audrey’s conversation with Finn. Of the two of them, he felt he got the better end of the deal. The worst that could happen with Liam was that he might run off and hide. Overall, he seemed to be pretty understanding about other things, so hopefully this wouldn’t be any different. Eli knocked on his bedroom door, then waited. “It’s Eli. Do you have a few?” ( scared for you ) | ||||||||
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| Who: Finn and Audrey Where: their house When: Evening Finn went for run after work, something long and drawn out to keep his strength up and something that felt like a hold over from a previous life. Running was easier. It let him let down the guards, be more of himself, without feeling the fear. Who could feel fear when they weren’t being chased and everything was just moving forward? He’d put in a few miles before finally stopping at the house, stretching in the backyard to cool down. Audrey was feeling weirdly optimistic. She was singing softly to herself, a more upbeat song than she'd been indulging in lately, and she gave a little bit of a dance around as she cleaned, dusting the livingroom. "...her eyes are hazel, her name is Mable, I kissed her once and now I'm able, to walk a mile, crack a smile, she makes me want to kiss all the babies, hug the puppy dogs..." ( and important news ) | ||||||||
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| Who: Darcy and Noah Where: Darcy's room When: late Warnings: mildly NSFW Darcy had waited the first hour to see if Aidan would come for her, pissed that she'd hit the girl he was hooking up with and threaten Darcy's life or worse. When he hadn't, she just assumed that was it. Sylvia hadn't immediately called and informed him what happened. Maybe that was a point for her, but Darcy wasn't giving points. Not to her. When it got dark she'd switched to wondering if Noah would come, thinking of that when she picked out her pajamas, an oversized sweatshirt that fell off one bare shoulder and left most her upper back exposed and a tiny pair of sleep shorts. Possibly a little suggestive, but if he bothered to sneak into her room, he earned it. Waiting was slow going, which meant she'd tried her hand at homework, and that had turned mostly into drawing on a blank page in her notebook. She wasn't very good, but it wasn't all that hard to draw trees. It was soothing, simple lines, branching out, again and again until she hit the edge of the page. Noah had wandered quite a bit that afternoon on into the evening just trying to figure out what the hell was happening. Was this really his life right now? His best friend was a full-fledged vampire with a bite that rivaled doing street drugs and the girl he really liked, had hoped to be starting something fun with, had just attacked his her. And he didn't figure Darcy was going to really just let that go. So the question was, did he want to go find her tonight? Did he want to deal with the possible backlash for going after Sylvia? He wasn't sure he really even wanted to talk about that all. He wanted to just find Darcy and pretend like none of that had even happened. Kiss her the way he had before. Still, he found himself at her house. He knew it was hers because he'd asked someone to point it out to him. And there she was. He could see her red hair and he watched as she doodled for a long moment before knocking on the window. ( found you again ) | ||||||||
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| Who: Skylar and Clementine Where: Clementine's house When: afternoon Skylar had a plan to stay awake and wait for Clementine, but that didn’t go so well. Between the blood loss and not really sleeping he found himself curled up on her couch, laying on his side, pillow clenched against his chest. Clementine hadn’t expected to see Skylar when she’d come home but there he was, on the couch in her house. After their run-in at his booth, she hadn’t thought he’d come to see her. But there he was and she didn’t really know what to do right now. Why was he asleep on her couch? Confused, Clementine sidestepped him and went to the kitchen, pouring two cups of water while she tried to make sense of this. She came back and put one down on the table near him, debating whether or not to speak to him. After a long, long moment, she cleared her throat and waited to see if that took. ( And deals ) | ||||||||
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| Who: Mickey and Lily Where: the diner When: late evening Mickey left Zania just after dawn, untangling himself from arms and legs, and waking her to tell her he was going. She kissed his cheek and thanked him before rolling over and going back to sleep. The day, despite the lack of sleep, had been busy, finishing the last of the repairs from the wolf attacks around the dome and one leaky sink. After all of it, he finally sat down for his first meal, dinner alone in a booth at the diner. It was still too early for Zania to be in, but he wasn't there for that, just to and then muse into his coffee cup about what he did next. He wasn't any closer to an answer around December though he was pretty sure he'd landed with Zania. She was in need of moving on, she had moved on, and he needed to let her go. Which left him alone. Mostly. He fought back the sigh and went back to watching the tattooed waitress he'd been using as a distraction all night Though mostly it was her energy and movement that had his attention, but to anyone not in his head, it could easily be mistaken for something else. ( but a good different ) | ||||||||
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| Who: Lia and Micah When: Afternoon Where: The hospital Lia was feeling... good. Really good. For a while, it was easy to forget how she was feeling, with her senses in overdrive and her uncertainty about her condition. But Riley seemed to make that all go away and after the night before, she couldn't seem to shake the smile off of her face. But she needed to see Micah. She felt bad about missing his text, especially if he had some news for her. The possibility of something being wrong concerned her, but Lia hoped maybe he just had a proper explanation, and then maybe a way to get her back to feeling normal again. Walking into the hospital, Lia asked for Micah and was directed back to his office. She had to shake the memory of being with Riley out of her mind for now. She could always go back to grinning like an idiot later. Knocking lightly on his door, she peeked her inside and smiled at her friend. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" ( it's not exactly good news ) | ||||||||
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| Who: Mannix and Kenzie Where: The Brothel When: Evening Warning: NSFW Not being able to venture out during the day was a pain, but at least today had been a change of scenery. Mannix left Lily's as soon as the sun was no longer a danger, heading back home to make sure everything was in working order. They'd finally gotten things up and running and even had a few regular customers, which Mannix expected would increase over time. Walking up the front walk, he looked up at the house and smiled. It seemed wild that he would have a home after all this time, but he was starting to enjoy it. Kenzie spotted Mannix when she walked out the front door, a cigarette in her hand. She took a few steps to sit down, still eying him as she lit her cigarette. "You're smiling," Kenzie said, not at all questioning the gesture, but simply stating fact, as it maybe it was a weird oddity she wasn't used to. ( You still like things a little rough? ) | ||||||||
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| Who: Avery and Lochlan When: Afternoon Where: The pub Avery felt all kinds of guilty, having forgotten about wanting to see her brother the day before. Finn had come over after they had a few beers at the bar, and they had spent another hour or so making out, which had been really nice and time consuming. But she didn’t think Lochlan would mind it too much. It just seemed like maybe she inherited some of the Lochlan O’Reilly flakiness too. In jeans and a simple green t-shirt, Avery headed over to the pub after receiving his text message. She moved immediately across the room to the bar and planted her butt on one of the stools, her expression one of guilt and apology. “Sorry about yesterday. You didn’t, like, hang out at the gazebo waiting for me, did you?” ( Brother and sister bonding, for the win! ) | ||||||||
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| Who: Aidan and Sylvia Where: Sylvia’s House When: Night As soon as he’d finished up at the bar, Aidan headed out to Sylvia’s house. He was worried more than ever that he was under some kind of spell, but he didn’t know what he could do about it other than wait it out. In the meantime, it felt vital to tell Sylvia about the werewolves, especially since they could hear a person’s heartbeat and she didn’t have one. It was getting late when he arrived at her house and this time he knocked at the door, rather than letting himself in. Hopefully she would be home. Sylvia had packed up some of her things. Things she wouldn't want to be without, though in reality, she didn't want to leave anything in her house. She wanted to take it all. But that was impossible. So, she had narrowed things down, and packed them into a battered suitcase and her school bookbag, both so stuffed that they were rather unwieldy. It was very much impractical, but she wasn't paying attention to that. Her mind was too preoccupied, even with music playing softly from the turntable. ...I could sleep....I could sleep...I could sleep...when I lived alone, is there a ghost in my house? ...when I lived alone, is there a ghost in my house? My house.... were the lyrics drifting in the air, set to moody background music. ( I do hope you stay safe ) | ||||||||
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September 5th, 2013
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| Who: Skylar and Zania Where: Zania and Clementine's house When: late morning Skylar had gone and gotten completely stoned after Nic had left him, if only so he didn’t dream about vampires and shit and weird and in the end he’d slept in the greenhouse because honestly that felt safer for no good reason. It probably wasn’t. Maybe wasn’t. When he left his house, he knew where he was going, still wearing the clothes from the day before, hair sticking up weirdly from where he’d slept on it, but he had a plan. He was going to talk to Clementine, figure out why she just freaked out on him for no good reason and then make it better. If he could. He could. He would. That was what he was telling himself at least when he knocked on her door, rocking on his feet and bobbing his head to music no one else could hear. ( You're a vampire ) | ||||||||
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September 4th, 2013
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| Who: Aidan and Jack Where: O'Reilly's Pub When: Evening Jack had opted to get himself a drink. After the werewolf bullshit, he needed one, and going in alone meant he didn't have to socialize unless he wanted to. Small talk would be okay. He just wanted a little time. He'd probably go for a long walk afterwards, even if he knew no real answers would come, regardless. He was a werewolf, there were other people who were werewolves, and that was that. Plus, vampires. And zombies outside. Yeah. He sat at the bar, over to one side as far as he could get, so he would only have to worry about one other person sitting beside him, though no one had taken the spot. He nodded for another beer--his third, and he was taking note that by now at least he should have been feeling a little warmer...but he wasn't. ( vampires and werewolves, oh my ) | ||||||||
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September 5th, 2013
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| Who: December and Serge Where: December’s house When: 8:05 AM There was still a faint ache in his limbs after his run, a low note of satisfaction over a good exercise that clung to Serge as he moved up the front walk of December’s house with a pair of coffees from Eatzy’s perched in his hands. He’d showered not long ago, changing to fresh clothes and tucking his variety of blades away on his person before heading out for December’s. It was a short walk, and cool enough outside for Serge to feel residual dampness clinging in both his hair and beard as he moved. It was too nice a day to be dealing with the things he had, really; the structure of Delphi and the pleasant weather had Serge wishing he could believe the intent of the place, that life could start over. But it had been compromised… Setting his jaw as he shifted both coffees into a deft, one-handed grip, Serge reached out to knock firmly. December had gotten home and cleaned up herself, and had changed into a tank top and pj pants, because Serge was just going to have to deal with her being comfy after her long shift. She got to the door and glanced out the peep hole either way, then pulled the door open with a smile. "Mornin." she greeted, turning to head back into her home as a way of inviting him in. ( also, smiling! ) | ||||||||
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September 4th, 2013
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| Who: Mannix and Lily Where: Lily’s House When: Morning After talking to December, Mannix decided it was high time that his little sister knew what was going on in Delphi. He was sure she’d picked up on the weird going on, but both he and Jack involved now it was becoming harder and harder to hide it. Plus, the longer they waited, the more pissed she would be at them for keeping it from her. With the full moon coming so soon, she needed to know what was out there, and warning her about giant wolves that might be on the prowl really didn’t cut it. Mannix left the hospital and went to Lily’s place, letting himself in and crashing there, on the couch. He made sure the curtains were all shut to start with, just to keep the sun off himself, but figured they could talk when she woke up… even if he’d be stuck there the rest of the day. Mannix fell asleep shortly before dawn, having no idea at what time his sister might wake. ( vampires are real! ) | ||||||||
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September 3rd, 2013
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| Who: Lily and Lance Where: Lance’s place When: Morning, after Mannix and Lily’s “vampires are real” discussion Warnings: Language Lily couldn’t think of anything she enjoyed doing more in the morning than going on runs.. well, she might be able to come up with an idea or two, but running was right up there. It made her feel good and in its own way, it was pretty therapeutic. As therapeutic as kick boxing? No. But it was still pretty great. Today, she needed to put herself in as good of a place as possible as she was planning on having a heated discussion with Jack about his decision to check out of the hospital early, vampire blood or not. The whole concept of vampires was something that Lily was surprisingly grasping onto quickly, thanks to Mannix. It also had her wondering what else could be out there. Bigfoot? The Loch Ness Monster? Maybe Little Leprechauns would start popping up and get all violent about their pots o’ gold. Either way, the possibility of something else lurking out there wasn’t going to keep her locked up indoors. She slowed her running pace to a light jog as she approached what appeared to be a still figure laying on a porch coming up on the right. She frowned, not knowing what she should do. It could be someone just sleeping.. but who would sleep like that on their porch? What if the person was dead? Lily slowed to a stop at the path to the porch, glancing around a few times. It appeared no one else was around, which wasn’t terribly surprising considering the time of day. With a sigh, she took a hesitant step towards the body, then another. “Hey!” She wasn’t trying to get within poking distance of the person, but supposed she might have to if it came down to it. Lance had crashed on the porch, flat on his stomach, one arm down the stairs. Drinking had gotten the best of him, but it wasn’t the first time and odds were it wouldn’t be the last. The voice jerked him out of his stupor, head jerking up way too fast and the world spinning as he tried to look around and failed. Groaning he held his head, closing his eyes as his vision swam. Fuck whoever woke him up. ( 'Lucky me' ) | ||||||||
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| Who: Zania and Mickey Where: The playground When: Sometime after midnight As she began to sober up, Zania’s mind began to spin, the realization of what she’d done finally coming around to bite her. Logically, she knew that sleeping with Lance shouldn’t be a big deal, but emotionally she was unravelling, wishing he hadn’t take the rest of her moonshine when he left. She wandered around town, not sure what to do with herself, feeling like she should be out when she could be out, since she’d be inside once the sun came up. Eventually she found herself on the playground swings, singing to herself as she rocked slowly back and forth. “And all the roads we have to walk are winding…” ( Read more... ) | ||||||||
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September 1st, 2013
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| Who: Aidan and Lochlan Where: The Brewery When: Noonish Aidan woke up late, feeling like he needed a drink, but waited till noon to make good on it. He was rolling a new keg into the bar, fresh from the brewery itself, as he wondered what he was doing to do about Darcy. It was a subject of contemplation that couldn’t go without a beer, even if he knew that would cloud his thoughts rather than sharpen them. She was out of line telling him who he could or couldn’t see, but he didn’t think she’d drop it like he wanted her to. That was fine, he supposed, so long as she kept her mouth shut, but that was unlikely as well. Lochlan was distracted at best. Dead on his feet at worst. He was still trying to wrap his mind around the whole 'werewolf' thing and the tension between he and Patrick. Nothing made sense and being back in the bar after the stint in the hospital had him in the midst of a cloud of unwanted deja vu. Until he walked straight into the keg and, rejected by physics, fell on his ass. Something inside him stopped and suddenly restarted with a bray of laughter. "Shit, Aidan. Top of the morning to you, too." ( Werewolves and full moons and basement pens, oh my ) | ||||||||
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