The Dome :: An Original Character RPG
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November 27th, 2013
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| Who: Zania and Mickey Where: Mickey’s house When: Morning It was an hour or two before dawn when Zania crawled out of Lance’s bed and returned to her own house, preparing for the dawn to come. When she woke a few hours later to find it was still a dark and dreary day, she smiled, appreciating the chance to run around in the daytime again. She added wood to the fire in the fireplace, hoping to help Clementine keep warm, then heated up some peach cobbler over the fire. Warm fruit in hand, she hurried out into the cold, popping into Mickey’s place a few minutes later. Being able to move super fast came into handy in bad weather and she’d managed to stay dry. “Mickey?” she called out when she stepped inside, heading towards his bedroom until she saw him curled up by the fire. “I brought you breakfast.” ( Read more... ) | ||||||||
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October 7th, 2013
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| Who: Mickey and Zania Where: Zania's house When: Morning Mickey stuck around the encampment until well after dawn, making sure everyone had made it out of the cages, that whatever could be taken down was and was one of the last ones to leave. He could have gone home, maybe changed and showered, but he was determined to just keep working, and he’d promised Zania he would come by. After seeing her face when Lily sort of bailed on her, he wasn’t about to do the same. So he went straight to her house, knocking on the door, leaning on the frame to take the weight off of his knee and give himself a moment to get his emotions in check. He was trying hard not to think about how badly things were going, how he probably just needed to lay low for a good month. ( and think of me when you're lonely ) | ||||||||
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September 3rd, 2013
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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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July 28th, 2013
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| Who: Mickey and Zania Where: Eatzy’s When: Just after dark Mickey had been patched up in the rush at the hospital, stitches in his arm and torso to close up the gashes from the wolf, which hurt, but not any worse than he was used to with his knee. He’d been sent home to be out of the way and rest and he’d done that for as long as he could. There was work to do around his house that wouldn’t strain the stitches, but not enough and after a while, cabin fever set in. With little elsewhere to go he headed for the diner, ordering dinner and mostly just taking up space at the counter while he watched people come in and out. The sheer number of them tapered off as the sky grew dark, but Mickey didn’t worry about that. Not when nothing but an empty house was waiting on him. ( Read more... ) | ||||||||
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July 1st, 2013
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| Who: Mickey and Zania Where: Zania's House When: Noonish After talking to Mickey, Zania had checked all the rooms and none of them appeared to have a leak in them. That didn't mean that there wasn't damage to the roof, but at least they hadn't ruined anything inside the house. Her biggest concern had been the electronic equipment that she was going to use for the club, but all of that seemed dry. With that taken care of, she finally finished getting dressed and wandered into the kitchen to look for food. Something more than food sounded good, but she wanted to wait one more day before another sip of blood. If she could limit herself to half a pint a week, then maybe they could make this work. ( Read more... ) | ||||||||
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May 23rd, 2013
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| Who: Mickey and Zania Where: Mickey's House When: Late Afternoon Warnings: Language? Leaving December had been the most miserable thing he'd ever done. Mickey had walked slow on the way home, waiting for something to take him out. When that didn't happen and he arrived at his place unscathed, he waited for Mannix. Maybe the vampire would do them both a favor. But Mannix didn't come either. Running on no sleep, the self destructive thoughts gave way to a manic episode of surreal proportions and by dawn he'd cleaned his house from top to bottom. It wasn't a big place, but no one would call him a hoarder again. In the morning light he started in on the outside, but he kept the place in good enough shape that it didn't need much. He hesitated before going next door, but wound up doing it anyway, working on things at December's that he'd noticed needing fixing: a loose board on her steps, a shutter that was off the hinge, and a couple of sagging gutters. Nothing huge, but it was something to do. When that was done he headed for the doors, killing another few hours there with no luck trying to get them open. As the sun set he was back at his house, in just a dirty undershirt, staring out the window in the kitchen that looked towards December's house. ( Read more... ) | ||||||||
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May 12th, 2013
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| Who: Mickey and Zania Where: Mickey's House When: Night, right after this Warnings: None Mickey left Zania in the kitchen, making half a grunt as he headed towards the bathroom. He needed a good few minutes alone and the shower was probably his best bet for that. He didn’t need one really, but the next half hour, head against the wall as the water pounded down on him until it went cold, somewhat helped. It didn’t solve any problems, just brought him somewhat closer back to center. Of course he was miserable, insides twisting. Wrapping a towel around his waist he stood at the mirror for longer, watching his reflection and trying to sort just what the hell to do with himself. ( Read more... ) | ||||||||
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May 8th, 2013
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| Who: Mickey and Zania Where: Mickey’s place When: Morning Warnings: Language Waking up had been a little jarring for Mickey. He was used to waking up early, but what he hadn’t expected was the warm mass that was Zania snuggled against his chest, hands gripping his shirt in her sleep. That was new. Or newish. It really had been a long time since anyone was this close to him. And while his normal pull would be to get up and move, he found himself not quite able to move away from her, and wound up laying there awake, trying to stay still while he waited for her to stir. ( With a side of apple pie ) | ||||||||
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May 1st, 2013
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| Who: Mickey and Zania Where: O’Reilly’s Brewery and Bar, around town, then Mickey’s house When: Night Warnings: Brief Language It had taken a little bit, but Mickey was finally taking December’s advice. He’d slept first, then gotten a call about some work so he had to wait until after that, but he’d gone to the bar. He’d not really been here much, at least outside of work. Most of the time he was here, he was working. Hell, most of his time was spent working. So tonight he wasn’t. At least not like that. Or not yet. Someone might find him and make him do something. Lucky for him he could still fix plumbing after he started drinking the rye whiskey in front of him. And the buzz was helping him forget the argument with December somewhat. ( Read more... ) | ||||||||
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