The Dome :: An Original Character RPG
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November 8th, 2013
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| Who: Cody and Gin When: Wee Hours Where: Gin's House After spending the rest of his day wandering around feeling all kinds of off, Cody wound up stalking Gin. He'd followed her from a long distance to her place, then sat outside of it for hours. Well past dark, into the wee hours. Eventually, he wandered into the house, imagining she was asleep, and he ghosted into her bedroom. Quietly skirting the bed, he sat down by where she was sleeping, back leaned up against the bed itself, and he listened to her breathe. Gin had sketched for hours after both Cody and Ember had left. It hadn't occurred to her until it was well after dark that she should go home. She felt such an array of emotions after interacting with both of the dead people that she'd come up with some pretty stark, odd things on her sketchpad. Still, fatigue and the fact she hadn't eaten found her traipsing back to her house. It was stupid to be out past dark with werewolves and whatever else possibly was running around but she was almost a sleepwalker at this point. Lost in thought and on a mission. She fed herself, took a long bath, and got into bed. Only to find sleep a fickle mistress. She tossed, turned, and murmured in her sleep, until something external seemed to settle over her and she fell deeper into sleep. Resting, she smiled in her sleep until her dreams took a strange turn. She woke suddenly but something told her to keep her eyes shut so she did. She waited, trying to sense what was happening around her but sleep swirled with fear and she couldn't get her bearings immediately. ( And Important Late Night Talking ) | ||||||||
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October 28th, 2013
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| Who: Cody and Gin Where: encore When: mid day Gin was of a mind to sketch and paint and generally explore the nightmares she’d been having. There were canvases back to back and some that hung on the walls of her shop were of hellish, nightmare landscapes. And always, through the midst of the chaos, like a savior or protagonist (antagonist?) of a story, Cody walked in smoke and ash and fire. Immortalized by Gin’s strange need to capture him over and over again since their first interaction. She’d spent a great deal of time thinking over that meeting, wondering if he wasn’t lurking just behind her or around every corner she turned. She was almost exhausted from the constant paranoia but not quite. She was in the throes of creating a grand scene of what looked like it could have been right out of the book of Revelation. Cody included. Dark, visceral, and fairly obviously indicative of an obsessive mindset. Cody didn't know what else to do with his time, especially after the stupid whirlwind that was his debacle with Ember. So he'd been wandering. Eventually, he came across that redhead's shop, and wandered in through a back wall, and was silently looking around the place. He blinked as he came face to face...with himself. And as he looked around, he saw him kind of everywhere. Or at least a lot of places. He looked for her, not alerting her to his presence yet, though he knew his presence would unnerve her the closer he got. ( reality can't measure up ) | ||||||||
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September 7th, 2013
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| Who: Gin and Cody Where: orchard When: morning Gin was sitting under a mango tree. Her thoughts were wandering a wide range of ideas but right then, with her pencil raised, eraser on her lower lip, she was stumped. She'd been sort of feeling less than creative lately and the trip to the fruit farm had been meant to stir up something, anything. On the pages before the one sitting blankly on her lap there were prosaic line drawings of birds, a mango that had fallen into a pile of mulch, the trees themselves. There was even a detailed and shaded monarch butterfly that had alighted on her coffee thermos. But nothing was inspiring her. What she needed was some spark of life. Some pizazz in the middle of all this sameness. Hell, she'd even settle for getting herself into hot water with a black eye at the end of it if it meant she could pull out something new and fresh from her noggin. She leaned back against the trunk of the tree and gazed up into the leaves above her, wondering why the big, vast world that she'd wanted to see had to become so small so quickly. She sighed and stood to leave. Cody was wandering around, as per usual. Lately he was feeling weird. He couldn't quite put his finger on why, but everything seemed to be bugging him. He felt like he'd been used to things the way they were, and then all of a sudden everything was different...but not really. He was still dead. He looked dead. He scared people, and not always when he wanted to. He was antisocial in the first place, really, but now he actually had options for being social, so it was different. Now it was a choice, not a forced state of being. And he did actually like talking to people sometimes, it was just...made of awkward. He saw a woman he could only describe as 'bright' sitting alone by herself. Or, she was sitting, and then she was standing up, and he wasn't sure whether he was visible or not. Which was weird, considering. So he sort of stood there, hands shoved into his pockets as he eyed her. ( fear can do that too ) | ||||||||
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