The Dome :: An Original Character RPG
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December 1st, 2013
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| Who: Aidan and Sylvia Where: Aidan's place When: Late Night (after midnight) It was pretty late when Sylvia made her way toward Aidan's house. She crept up silently, the weather still raging, and she circled the place until she found his bedroom window. Standing outside, she smiled a touch, seeing him in there. For a few long moments, she merely watched, trying to decide how best to approach him. It was late, but Aidan was still up, laying in bed and reading a book. It was a good distraction when he couldn’t sleep, his mind too preoccupied to let him rest easily. He’d meant to go visit Sylvia tonight, but the weather was bad and he didn’t want to leave Eily alone. Then there was his earlier conversations with Patrick and Lochlan, the one with Patrick going just about as bad as a phone conversation could go. After reading the same line five different times, Aidan put the book down. His distraction wasn’t distracting enough. ( Read more... ) | ||||||||
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October 30th, 2013
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| Who: Aidan and Sylvia Where: The Ghost House When: Morning Sylvia had been awake for a while. She had gotten up, though not gotten dressed, and merely sat up, gazing at him. She was trying to work everything out. His turning into a werewolf to find her, what that could mean, the fact that he was there at all, his insistance that there was no vampiric influence. And that wasn't even counting the emotional storm that had brewed up. If she were to accept that he liked her for her, that he had a strong connection with her that he wanted to pursue, then she had to accept that there were emotional ties to be had. She wasn't good with emotions. She wasn't certain how she was meant to react. She felt that there was some 'right' answer out there, but that it eluded her. So, she was still as a statue, not even breathing, watching him sleep. And, of course, he was certainly a pretty sight, despite all the confusion and conflicting input. ( Read more... ) | ||||||||
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October 10th, 2013
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| Who: Aidan and Sylvia Where: the ghost house When: late Warnings: nsfw What started as a slight headache soon became so overwhelming that Aidan could do little more than lay on Sylvia’s bed and wait for the feeling to pass. Soaking in her scent, he knew what to look for and eventually left the house in search of her once more. As the hours passed, his frustration grew. Sometimes he thought he’d caught her scent, but then it was gone, not quite strong enough to follow. Other times there was nothing there at all. He was sure Jack could track her down in a matter of minutes, but that wasn’t how he wanted to find her. Stubborn as he was, Aidan had to do it on his own terms, but even his patience was beginning to dwindle. It was after dark when that patience finally ran out. He was in the woods, sure he was heading the right direction, but he kept losing her scent and walking in circles. Aidan cursed and brought her scarf up to his face, inhaling her scent once more. Then he stretched, reaching for that release, needing it more than ever. It happened so suddenly that he only realized he wasn’t prepared for it when it was too late. A wolf couldn’t wear human’s clothing, and he found himself squirming out of them, leaving a pile on the forest floor. Aidan circled the area once, sniffed Sylvia’s scarf, then took off running. ( the idea of fate ) | ||||||||
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September 6th, 2013
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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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August 23rd, 2013
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| Who: Sylvia and Aidan Where: Sylvia’s House When: night Warnings: nsfw Her home was like a menagerie of odds and ends, almost like an antique store. There was clutter everywhere, organized in ways that likely only made sense to Sylvia. Collections sat together, covering most flat surfaces, though there were shelves put up all over the walls as well, holding everything from rough quartz rocks to figurines, both broken and intact. There didn’t seem to be much rhyme or reason to her collections. They could be anything, some that seemed to fit her personality, others which clearly did not. Her living room had been converted into a library, with the only other real feature being an old crank powered turntable and a collection of records shelved neatly beneath it. On a jewelry chest in the hall by her room, she had a collection of keys laid out neatly, all kinds. Some old, some new, modern and antique side by side, seemingly arranged by finish, as opposed to type. There were also a few objects in there that did not seem to be normal keys, if they were keys at all. ( ignore the crash ) | ||||||||
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August 13th, 2013
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| Who: Sylvia and Aidan Where: the brewery When: late Sylvia had had an interesting day. She'd overheard quite the conversation at the hospital earlier, and was eager to test out the theories connected with it. However, she was shooed out of the hospital not long after, and then she'd been left to her own devices. So, she'd wandered in the woods for a while, hoping to find a wolf, but in the end she didn't. She wound up by the brewery, and opted to go inside, ignoring the strange looks she got from the patrons still there near closing time. She chose the farthest seat away from anyone else, against the back wall. There, she waited for the tender to come ask her what she wanted, while she set her parasol on the bartop next to her, though she deliberately placed it between her and anyone else at the bar proper. Aidan rarely worked the bar when it was busy, preferring to be in the brewery proper, but with both Patrick and Lochlan in the hospital, they needed the extra help. He set about wiping down tables and stacking chairs, preparing for the floor to be swept, when he realized they still had another patron in the back of the bar. There were still some in the front, but they would be wandering out soon enough, so he stopped with the cleaning and headed back to her table. “Hey, sorry I didn’t see you back here. Can I get you something to drink?” Aidan offered. She seemed a little young for beer, but there wasn’t a drinking age, and, hell, he’d started at her age or younger. ( yes please ) | ||||||||
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