The Dome :: An Original Character RPG
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October 1st, 2013
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| Who: Gin and Jyoti Where: Central Park When: Late Morning Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to be in the park, Jyoti was thinking. More accurately, maybe it wasn’t a good idea to be getting high in broad daylight in the park. Accuracy didn’t make her care any more, granted, but at least she could recognize the potential risks in her behavior. Still, Jyoti was pretty confident that this was going to be just fine. After all, the whole dome seemed weird today; tense over something that hadn’t happened yet, too tense for such gorgeous weather. She hadn’t seen a single cop since leaving her house and workshop, letting a batch of fresh panes cool for the day as she basked in the contrast between the weather and the sheen of sweat on her skin. And if there were no uniforms around? Jyoti was going to keep on doing what she was doing, which right now entailed sitting under a tree in the park, puffing on a glass chilam pipe and blowing expert smoke rings with a self-satisfied smile. Gin had just spent the evening with her best friend, drinking down a fair bit of wine and listening to some things that she wasn't exactly sure she was ready to accept as being real. True, sure. Lia wouldn't lie to her. And if Lia believed it, Gin knew it couldn't be false. Even if she wasn't yet prepared to assimilate it into her life. Werewolves? Werewolves?? Still, there was the whole Mary Jane aspect she'd been chasing for her own art. Something she was sure erstwhile single-mom Lia wouldn't have approved. ( Talking a bit bigger than her britches ) | ||||||||
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| Who: Serge and Mannix Where: Woodlands When: post-watch, pre-dawn ( assessments ) | ||||||||
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| Who: Patrick and Avery Where: Patrick’s When: Morning It was early morning when Avery got up and quickly got ready for school. She didn’t bother with breakfast, since her stomach was in knots about what was going to happen in several hours. She worried about Lochlan, and Patrick. And she worried about Eli, for Finn’s sake. It was scary, not knowing what would, or could, happen. With her shoulder bag in place, Avery walked over to Patrick’s. She would hopefully see Lochlan soon, though she was afraid if she hugged him she would be more than a little reluctant to let him go. Sighing, Avery brushed her hair back from her face and knocked loudly. She didn’t visit Patrick as often as she should, and she mostly saw him at the bar when she was working, but he was still her cousin and she still loved him so… Avery was able to recognize when it was important to say it. ( crap cutting to commence ) | ||||||||
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| Who: Darcy and Noah Where: Noah’s house When: late Warnings: NSFW Darcy had helped out at the encampment until well before dark, then headed back to Noah’s house. She’d let herself in the same way as before, picking the lock, but it was easier this time and honestly it didn’t bother her, especially since he wasn’t home. She looked for him, wandering through the house, studying it, taking it in, but not finding Noah. So she waited. And she’d waited a while. At one point she made herself something to eat, she’d done her homework, which didn’t make up for the classes she’d missed, but it was a start. Then that was done and Noah still wasn’t back. She was still waiting, moving back towards his room, wandering until she found something on his shelf to read and taking that, laying on her stomach on his bed, facing the door forcing herself to focus on the book and not the fact that Noah was out after dark. ( ”but ) | ||||||||
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| Who: Noah and Audrey Where: around town When: early evening Noah was behind in looking for Sylvia. He’d spent some time at the school and then talking to Avery and now it was getting later in the day. He didn’t care though. He was going to go out looking for her anyway. Starting with her house first and then working his way northward this time. He just needed a few supplies and he’d just finished gathering them in town. So what if the full moon was tonight? He was way north of the encampment and he could handle himself, he was sure. He was just passing in front of the salon, cutting through on his way past the hospital toward the end of Sage road. Lost in thought and plan, he wasn’t focused enough on what he was doing. The door to the shop opened and he collided with the person exiting. His hands shot out immediately to save them both from falling which meant he ended up holding both her arms above the elbow for a moment before he let got, backed off, and said, “I am so sorry. Mind was somewhere else. Are you okay?” Audrey squeaked slightly, though laughed when she was steadied. "God, I need to watch where I'm going!" she said, smiling at the guy. Who was familiar. "Hey! I know you from school, right?" she asked. "...Noah?" she suggested, thinking that was right. If not she was going to be hugely embarrassed. But he stood out, with those eyes and that hair, so yeah. She'd noted down his name at some point. ( and politics ) | ||||||||
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| Who: Noah and Avery When: Late afternoon Where: Outside school ( Talking with Boring McYawnypants ) | ||||||||
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September 30th, 2013
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| Who: Kenzie and Clementine When: Late afternoon Where: Clementine’s house It was a bit of a last minute, vague decision to end up at Clementine’s house. The day was decent, and she had nothing else to do until later. There was the fact that maybe she was mildly perturbed at Clementine for the whole Skylar thing, but Kenzie was often perturbed when something was taken away from her without her knowledge. Now she sat sideways on the top step of the porch, smoking a cigarette and contemplating things. Kenzie hadn’t decided yet whether or not she wanted to knock, but it wasn’t like she was feeling rushed. For all she knew, Skylar was inside, which would have probably been kind of funny. But for now, Kenzie was comfortable and letting her mind wander, so she only spared a glance at Clementine’s door. If the other woman was home, maybe she would come outside soon anyway and Kenzie wouldn’t have to move. Which was accurate, because Clementine had been on her way out the door. She had a couple errands to run and she figured she might as well get them done before nightfall, but she was pulled up short when she opened her door and saw Kenzie there. And instantly she felt strange. Normally she was happy to see Kenzie, but after the talk with Skylar and the decisions that had been made, Clementine now felt a little awkward. Mostly because she still couldn't get the image of them making out to leave her mind. "…Hey. I'm sorry, I didn't hear you knock." ( Read more... ) | ||||||||
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| Who: Zania, Lily, and Mickey Where: The club, then the werewolf camp When: Early evening Lily was headed in the direction of Zania’s club, eyes perpetually darting up towards the sky. The sun had begun its descent and there was absolutely nothing she could do to keep it sitting pretty where it was, in all its blazing glory. She was full of so many different emotions that she could barely function. She’d spent most of her day with Lochlan and despite them both being under intense stress with what the night held for them, they had an amazing time together. She had received a text from Mickey not too long ago asking if she’d like to have dinner tomorrow night, a whole nother kind of stress building within her about the conversation that she was going to have to have with him about that.. it was something she would deal with later. Unless something bad happened tonight, then there would be absolutely no dinner because she wouldn’t be leaving her house. She wouldn’t even be leaving her bed. Any distraction she had managed to afford herself previously had begun to wear off as the entire reality of the situation hit like it hadn’t before. She thought she had fully wrapped her mind around what was to come, but with each hour that drew closer to the rising of the full moon, the more she realized she had just begun to really get it. She looped around to the back of the building, noticing a door propped open. She walked in slowly and looked around curiously. She hadn’t had a chance to actually see the club indoors yet; this would have been incredibly exciting if she didn’t have a dark cloud of doom hanging over her. “Hello? Zan?” She didn’t hear a response, so she continued further in until she spotted some bottles of wine and glasses. She was drawn to them like a magnet and looked around, still not seeing anyone. She took the liberty of pouring herself a rather large glass with the bottle that was already uncorked, bringing the glass to her lips as she continued to hold tight to the bottle’s neck. She took a few steps over to a nearby window, the darkness that had tinged the surroundings being completely unsettling. She couldn’t be here, not right now. She took several large sips from her glass before downing the rest of it, immediately pouring herself another. She didn’t take her eyes off the sky once. Zania couldn’t leave for her club until the sun was fully behind the trees. At least she wasn’t far from her own house, being stuck at Lance’s all day, and she was able to swing by there, shower, and change clothes. It didn’t take long, not with her dreads and her inability to see in the mirror, hence put on makeup. It was just starting to get dark when she arrived, and she called out to Lily as she came in, a bottle in her hand, her portable stereo in her bag. “Lily, you here?” she asked, pushing the door open the rest of the way and turning on the lights. ( How do you feel about werewolves? ) | ||||||||
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| Who: Maggie and Riley When: Early evening Where: Market Riley had realized almost too late that he had absolutely no ice cream. If he was going to entertain a group of ranch hands and a six year old girl, he was going to need that. He could also use a few other things. And while Mrs. Haggerty had offered to run out and get anything he wanted, he’d had way too much foreknowledge about what this night was supposed to hold to let anyone go out in his stead. The last thing he needed was someone he knew and cared about becoming stranded out in town with werewolves. Because who knew if all had been accounted for or would be joining the effort at the encampment. ( Read more... ) | ||||||||
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| Who: Kenzie and Zania When: Late afternoon Where: Lance & Kenzie's Place Kenzie was feeling okay as she walked home to Lance’s house. She was tired and hadn’t had a very good morning all together. There was nothing specific wrong, just a lot of little things that had begun to work their way underneath her skin. Lance’s depression, and still being stuck in the dome. Skylar decided he would rather kiss only Clementine. And Clementine. It wasn’t a big deal, not really. Kenzie didn’t have any deep feelings for the guy at all, but she hated being rejected, even if she didn’t always show it. When a boy pushed her away, all she could hear was her dad’s voice in her head, calling her names in between punches to her face. Stupid. Worthless. It was nothing that was anyone’s fault but her own, and Kenzie couldn’t always avoid the triggers. She was thirsty though, and hoped Lance maybe had more of that moonshine. Or something. Maybe he had weed, because she was all out. Without knocking, Kenzie pushed open the door and stepped inside, closing it behind her before toeing off her shoes to get comfortable. ( Read more... ) | ||||||||
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September 26th, 2013
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| Who: Ember and Riley When: Morning Where: Riley's house ( Smooshed? ) | ||||||||
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September 22nd, 2013
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| Who: Lochlan and Lily Where: The park then Lily's house When: Late morning to late, late noon Lily had been laying in bed wide awake, staring at the ceiling for a solid hour. Her head was pounding, though she doubted it was strictly a result from her hangover. The morning after her little binge surprisingly didn't have her feeling like complete shit, or maybe hangovers had become such a common theme in her mornings that she didn't pay much attention to the pains it brought on. What kept her clinging to her bed today was her recollection of last night's talk with Mickey and the fuck show that was fixing to happen tonight with the full moon. There was no way that whole shifting into a werewolf business was going to go smoothly for her brother, or anyone involved. She sighed, finally throwing her covers off of herself and climbing out of her sleep sanctuary. She got herself a glass of water from the kitchen, pacing around the silent house with a frown. She couldn't do this all day.. she would lose her mind. Rushing to her room, she quickly changed into a pair of shorts, a tank, and threw her hair into a messy ponytail. There was nothing glamorous about her appearance right now, she just needed to get out. If she couldn't stop the nagging worries, maybe she could at least run away from them for a bit. She was out of her house in a matter of minutes, taking off towards the park. A change of scenery would be nice today. Upon arrival, she did a brief set of stretches before taking off, starting with a steady jog. ( 'Then let’s go. We can just leave and be happy.' ) | ||||||||
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| Who: Lydia and Sylvia Where: The Ghost House When: Evening Lydia stood looking at the wall as she hummed softly, inspecting the slow progression of the mural before her. In her head, it was finished, but the energy it took to move the paintbrush made the process slow. Sometimes finger painting was easier. The left side of the room started with a dark forest, yellow eyes peering into the night, but then snow began to fall as she moved from one wall to another, putting the forest in winter. It ended in spring, all bright colors and sunshine. She deemed the room hers, even if she couldn’t use almost anything in it. Sometimes she climbed into the big four poster bed and pulled the curtains closed, pretending to sleep. Once she ran the shower, stripped and stood under it, imagining herself clean. While she couldn’t change her clothes, she spent a good deal of time at the vanity, playing with her hair, trying out new styles before heading off to school. But today she was back to painting, the lullaby she sang wordless, barely a memory. ( mi casa es su casa ) | ||||||||
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| Who: Justin and Zania When: late morning/early afternoon Where: Lance’s house Justin had sent Zania a text earlier about stopping by to talk to her for a few minutes after he finished his morning duties at Eatzy’s. The full moon was that night and yes, he was feeling restless. There might have been a touch of anxiety too, but he wasn’t about to admit to it. It wasn’t every day someone turned into a full fledged werewolf, after all, and Justin had no idea what to expect. When she replied that she was at the house next door, Justin’s curiosity was piqued, but he didn’t question it. Instead, he lit a cigarette and walked over, wondering if this was Mickey’s place. Or someone new. Maybe just a girlfriend. Who the fuck knew anymore. He certainly didn’t have the social life his sister had. Walking up the porch steps, Justin flicked his cigarette into the yard and then knocked. ( Just so you know. ) | ||||||||
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| Who: Cody and Ember Where: town When: afternoon Ember sat on a swing on the playground, head resting against the cool, metal chain that connected the seat to the frame. She had been so bored today, she didn’t even know what to do with herself. Some of the town was abuzz about some werewolf business occurring tonight which was somewhat exciting, she supposed. The rest of Delphi, however, was just carrying on with their business like usual. Normally, it’d be fine that way. But today was an exception. She wasn’t sure why it was, but it just wasn’t enough. She leaned back, allowing herself to fall to the ground dramatically. Keeping her legs propped up on the swing, she stared up towards the sky, wavy red locks surrounding her rather bare face, with silent complaints and a hint of resentment towards the normalcy of the day. Cody had been vaguely looking around for Ember for a few days. That was one thing that blew about being dead that no one would think of. Even if you did have friends, it wasn't like you could call them up. And neither one of them really called anywhere 'home', though more recently, he was thinking possibly he should look into that. He just faced the same dilemma as he always did when that subject came up--where? The house out in the woods, maybe. But it seemed a little cliche to him. Either way, he smiled when he spotted her, walking up to gaze down at her, blocking her view deliberately. "I always like when you go red." he told her, noting her hair's color that day. He had no idea how she did it, but she was brilliant at changing up her appearance. He wished he could master it, but nope. He just wandered around looking dead all the time. ( and sexually frustrated ) | ||||||||
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September 21st, 2013
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| Who: Finn and Liam When: Morning Where: Their house, Finn's room. ( And overwhelming. ) | ||||||||
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September 20th, 2013
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| Who: Mannix and everyone at the encampment Where: The Werewolf Encampment When: Sunset through Moonrise As soon as the sun fell down behind the trees, Mannix hurried down to the werewolf encampment. The moon still had a while before it rose in the sky, but they didn't know the exact timing. He wanted all the werewolves locked in their cages, ready for whenever that moment hit. He knew he wasn't the authority figure at the camp, but he had the feeling December was already there, guiding people. It was a good role for her, non-threatening to the wolves who didn't see her as an authority figure. When he arrived some people were in cages, others were out, but everyone seemed to be heading that direction. He cast a glance towards the sky. The full moon was on it's way and when it got there they'd finally know what they were dealing with. | ||||||||
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| Who: Darcy and Aidan Where: Werewolf encampment When: afternoon Darcy had slept wonderfully, curled up with Noah until the afternoon. They’d been lazy getting up, getting ready, but Aidan had promised to show her the werewolf cages or whatever and that was important. She’d promised Noah she’d come back later that night, grabbed her backpack, without the changes of clothes, which she left in his room, and headed towards the brewery to find her cousin. ( life's not fair ) | ||||||||
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September 19th, 2013
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| Who: Lance and Zania Where: Lance’s House When: Pre-dawn Warning: NSFW Lance had slept even after Kenzie left, not really waking or moving until extremely late. Then he was looking at the ceiling. He supposed he was feeling better, in a way, because he found the motivation to get out of bed, throw on jeans and a tank top that was at least three sizes too big and raid Kenzie's cigarette stash. He could smoke inside, but it felt wrong. Maybe because the house was the nicest place he'd ever lived. He'd set himself up on the porch half curled up on himself, smoking slowly, staring off into space. ( but we do it anyways ) | ||||||||
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| Who: December and Mickey Where: on the way to the encampment When: early morning December had worked pretty much all day at the encampment, gone home, slept for too short a time, then got up to go to work. She buzzed home really quick, mainlining caffeine, she hopped into a cold shower to help jolt her awake more, then she was out the door again, holding a baggie of crackers in her teeth as she exited the house, yanking her shoe on. She stopped as she saw Mickey there, waving as she finished with her shoe, half hopping down the stairs on one foot before she was on the ground, dropping the crackers to her hand. “Morning!” she said. “C’mon, we can walk-and-talk.” she invited, since she’d got his text about wanting to talk. Mickey had caught a few hours here and there after leaving Lily, exhaustion taking over more than anything else, because his mind sure as hell hadn’t slowed down any after he left her house. By the time the sun was up he was dressed and ready to head towards the encampment, assuming if he didn’t catch her before then, he’d see December there. What he wasn’t expecting was her finding him, waving him over as he closed his door and grabbed his tools. Nor was he expecting the good mood. What he wanted to talk about might put a bit of a damper on that for both of them. “Walking works better with both shoes,” he teased ever so gently, not wanting to jump into things just yet. ( T A L K ) | ||||||||
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