The Dome :: An Original Character RPG
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January 5th, 2014
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| Who: Mickey and December Where: the morgue When: early morning 04-18-2017 Zania had handed him over to the doctor and a nurse who set about cleaning him up and bandaging him back together. He could tell they were relieved all the blood on him wasn’t his, but he knew the nurse struggled as she tried to clean up and bandage where Violet had carved “JERK” into his arm. It was hard for him to look at too. Once they were finally done patching him up, his clothes were replaced with some loaned scrubs. The shirt was a touch too short, but considering it wasn’t covered in blood, Mickey was fine with it. His forearm was bandaged, as well as a cut over his eye from being smacked around. There were others bandages too, but the shirt covered the worst of them. What it didn’t cover was the nasty red marks around his wrists from being bound up, or the black eye he was sporting. Part of him wanted to go home. Just sleep. But he needed to be somewhere else first. So once they let him go, instead of trudging outside, he headed downstairs, making his way into the morgue. “December?” His voice wasn’t as croaked, but it was still ragged, still hoarse, but they said that would get better as he got more rest and water. ( Stay In Sight ) | ||||||||
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November 19th, 2013
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| Who: Mickey and December Where: December’s house When: Early afternoon Mickey wasn’t going to do anything, but as soon as the weather got bad, he couldn’t stop looking at the spot on December’s roof that he’d been thinking about fixing for a while. He shouldn’t bother with it considering he wasn’t sure if his help would be an invasion or well appreciated, but then the sky got dark and he couldn’t stop himself. Which meant when the rain and sleet started, he’d already climbed the ladder and was working on part of her roof. He’d started at fixing it, then wound up just putting down a tarp as the weather turned, hoping it would hold through the worst of it. It was weird thing this weather, reminding him way too much of home, which was always an unsettling feeling. And if it was anything like home, it wasn’t going to get much better. ( and in dire need of light ) | ||||||||
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September 19th, 2013
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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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August 12th, 2013
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| Who: Mickey and December Where: Mickey's house When: Late The various things that had needed fixing beyond the work he’d done at the police station had kept Mickey busy throughout the day and right up until dusk despite the less than ideal weather that rolled in. Then he was headed back to his place to clean up and re-check the small stitches on his stomach and arm. A few had pulled a little with the work he’d done but everything was still intact and after his shower he didn’t quite rush in re-bandaging the areas. Instead he just ate something light, standing in the kitchen in just a pair of jeans that didn’t quite fit right and hung a little lower than he normally would wear them. He knew to expect December at some point, but wasn’t really rushing her arrival. She’d get there when she got there and getting twisted up and excited about it wasn’t going to help matters. So Mickey let himself focus on other things, even if it was just the rain falling outside and the sandwich he was eating. ( because sometimes that's what you need ) | ||||||||
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June 19th, 2013
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| Who: Mickey and December Where: December's When: late Warnings: NSFW It wasn’t planned but well after nightfall Mickey had found himself sitting on the steps outside of December’s house, waiting for her to leave for work. He probably could have knocked, but it was easier to wait her out, sipping at the beer he’d grabbed from his fridge. He’d taken a page out of her book, starting with one beer, but by the time he wound up outside her house, trying to figure out just what the hell she’d been thinking he was working on his third. It was enough to give him a light buzz, but it wasn’t answering his questions. Two hundred and fifty dollars. And while she was willing to shell out that much, she wasn’t willing to bid on him herself. That was one hell of a pity bid if it was. ( Maybe a little too well ) | ||||||||
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June 2nd, 2013
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| Who: Mickey and December Where: December's When: late It took longer than he would have liked to decipher her texts, but once Mickey had it figured out, he was leaving his house and headed for hers. Yes, maybe she had said she didn’t want to see him ever again at the morgue, but she hadn’t said it again and really, with as drunk as she seemed to be? He wouldn’t sleep if he didn’t check in on her and make sure she was okay. Or as okay as she could be he guessed. The door to her place was unlocked when he tried it while he knocked, which was massively unsafe, more confirming why he was here in the first place. “December?” he called out as he let himself inside, looking around for her. ( picking up pieces ) | ||||||||
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May 19th, 2013
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| Who: Mickey and December Where: the morgue When: late Warnings: language Mickey had watched her house for a long while after Mannix left. He watched the rain start and no lights come on next door. By then it was obvious she was still at work and had been for a long time. He waited out the rain, thinking it might get better but it didn’t and in the end he left in it. What was a little rain? By the time he arrived at the morgue his jacket was soaked through, but he didn’t care ask he knocked on the door, then peeked his head inside. ( Read more... ) | ||||||||
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April 27th, 2013
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| Who: December and Mickey Where: her house When: late Warnings: language He'd spent most of the day fighting with the door and with no luck. That had been more frustrating than spending more time than he would have liked with Mannix. All the work, no matter how many hours he put into it, he couldn’t get the door to open. It didn’t mean he was giving up, but no, he didn’t quite have an answer yet. And no matter how late it was, and it was late, he found himself stopping at her house. What was one middle of the night drop by? She might not even be there. She might have stayed at work all day and night like he’d stayed at the doors trying to help people fix them and then pry them open. As he leaned on the doorframe of her house, he knocked, looking the part of someone who hadn’t slept and had done too much futile work. His clothes were dirty from the door's gears and there was even a smear of grease across his cheek. ( my house is too far away ) | ||||||||
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April 20th, 2013
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| Who: Mickey and December Where: Mickey's House When: Mid morning (Just before 10) Warnings: Some language ( And why? ) | ||||||||
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March 28th, 2013
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| Who: Mickey and December Where: The morgue When: late Mickey couldn’t sleep. Not with his knee hurting the way it was, which meant he’d filled the battered thermos he’d been carrying around for god only knew how long and headed towards the hospital. Creepy? Maybe. But he knew she’d be up and it was an easy way to find her. No one really noticed him as he made his way down to where he knew she’d be, knocking before letting himself into the room. ( and not alone ) | ||||||||
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March 23rd, 2013
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| Who: December and Mickey Where: the woods, somewhere in Minnesota When: over a year ago Warnings: language ( and then there were two ) | ||||||||
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