The Dome :: An Original Character RPG
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January 6th, 2014
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| Who: Serge Where: Lakewood Drive When: Night, 4-17-2017 Warnings: | ||||||||
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December 20th, 2013
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| Who: Serge Where: Woodlands When: Midday Warnings: violence ( ...for them ) | ||||||||
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December 12th, 2013
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| Who: Corey and Serge Where: Their home When: Morning There was a crime scene waiting, that much Serge knew. Two of them, even, and bad ones from the messages he’d gotten. Soon enough he’d have to move on one of them and try to get in front of whatever was aiming itself at Delphi, but Serge was seasoned enough to approach that with a level head. He needed proper tools, and to see to anything that might not keep for his time away. Keeping his granddaughter in the loop was high on the list of the latter, which had Serge tending to the former in the kitchen. His bow and quiver had been laid next to a pack with a police rifle, and his arrows were out on the table with each waiting for its’ turn as Serge put a fresh edge on their broadheads. Corey wouldn’t like knowing about this and not coming with, of course, so he’d made oatmeal again. Maybe it’d keep her from protesting if she was busy eating. Probably not. ( in more ways than one ) | ||||||||
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November 4th, 2013
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| Who: Serge and December Where: the morgue When: night Warning: somewhat nsfw December was bored at work. There weren’t any autopsies to perform that night, which was great, but it meant she yet again was sort of not doing much of anything. The werewolf stuff had turned out okay, so she didn’t need to be spinning her wheels on that either. So, she was lying down on the couch in her office, tossing pencils at the ceiling to see if she could get them to stick. It was that interesting a night. Boredom was welcome, as far as Serge was concerned. When the last week of his life went from fighting direwolves to building cages for and watching over shapeshifters? He’d take a dull night or two. And so far, that’s exactly what he’d gotten ever since the werewolf camp had disbanded following the full moon. He wasn’t complaining. He was running out of things to keep him busy, even after exercising, cleaning most of the weapons in the police station, walking patrol, and even doing his paperwork. Luckily, Serge was a man who always had at least one backup plan worked out, and in the case of a boring night? He’d start with the most promising one; a visit to the morgue to check on the woman he’d nudged into organizing the supernatural in Delphi. Breezing through the mostly-quiet hospital hallways and descending to the morgue, Serge lingered in the halls beyond December’s workspace, knocking on a viewing window to announce himself before entering. ( worth looking back at ) | ||||||||
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October 1st, 2013
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| Who: Serge and Mannix Where: Woodlands When: post-watch, pre-dawn ( assessments ) | ||||||||
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September 9th, 2013
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| Who: December and everyone helping out Where: the woods near the trader's circle When: mid day So, there was a great clearing, which was nice, and weirdly, a lot of people seemed to show up. She had opted to go buy a lot of water, and other shit, almost like she was setting up for a town freaking picnic. Only instead they were building super fun werewolf cages. Right. As people milled around, she looked at everyone, and stood up on a cooler she'd brought. "Okay! So, hi. I'm December. And I figured this was our best bet, so that's why we're all here. To make sure tomorrow night doesn't get stupid and terrifying at the same time. Thanks for coming. Let's get this show on the road as fast as we can, and get this done. Honestly, with this many people it shouldn't take that long." Which was kinda shocking, but damn. There were a lot of people. "Any questions, find me and ask. Have at it." | ||||||||
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September 5th, 2013
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| Who: December and Serge Where: December’s house When: 8:05 AM There was still a faint ache in his limbs after his run, a low note of satisfaction over a good exercise that clung to Serge as he moved up the front walk of December’s house with a pair of coffees from Eatzy’s perched in his hands. He’d showered not long ago, changing to fresh clothes and tucking his variety of blades away on his person before heading out for December’s. It was a short walk, and cool enough outside for Serge to feel residual dampness clinging in both his hair and beard as he moved. It was too nice a day to be dealing with the things he had, really; the structure of Delphi and the pleasant weather had Serge wishing he could believe the intent of the place, that life could start over. But it had been compromised… Setting his jaw as he shifted both coffees into a deft, one-handed grip, Serge reached out to knock firmly. December had gotten home and cleaned up herself, and had changed into a tank top and pj pants, because Serge was just going to have to deal with her being comfy after her long shift. She got to the door and glanced out the peep hole either way, then pulled the door open with a smile. "Mornin." she greeted, turning to head back into her home as a way of inviting him in. ( also, smiling! ) | ||||||||
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August 30th, 2013
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| Who: Maggie and Serge Where: East end of Delphi (Mockingbird Lane) When: 6 AM Soon enough, he had a meeting to be at. A few hours remained before Serge needed to be clean and showered, changed from his sweaty workout clothes and freed of his ankle and wrist weights, and at December's house with a coffee from Eatzy's. But in his world, a few hours was a chunk of time overflowing with other uses. And this early? Running was an easy choice from the options. Serge never knew just when he might need to be able to run constantly, to do it with weight on his back, or to know every address in Delphi. A proper run around the dome provided training for all three, as well as a moment of solitude he enjoyed as he ran. He could feel his heart beating strong and steady as Serge eased his pace back near the corner of Elm and Mockingbird, reaching up to tug a solitary earbud from his ear. It was quiet yet, the sun was starting to rise. Soon, most of Delphi would be waking up. Soon, some of it would be fleeing the sun and going to sleep. Either way, Serge had to wonder once again just what the day might bring, and what sorts of darkness would flow in when night came again. But that was hours and hours away yet, and past the deadline of the next two? He wasn't going to plan. | ||||||
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August 25th, 2013
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| Who: Corey, Eli, and Serge Where: Corey and Serge’s house When: Evening It should’ve been so normal, so mundane, but for Serge Greylin? This was one of the stranger moments he’d found himself in in years now. Putting the finishing touches on a simple dinner in the kitchen, he couldn’t help reflecting on how foreign all of this was, and how removed he was from any semblance of the normal world. Serge hadn’t cooked a proper meal since the old days, and then only for himself. He’d never expected to be doing so for company, especially when that company was his granddaughter and the boy who’d orbited into her life. He could only hope that Eli would measure up, already doubting it but trying to at least give him some benefit of doubt for the moment. So he was possibly infected, potentially damaged like most survivors, and probably sweet on Corey… that definitely stacked Serge’s favor against him, but he was going to try. If only for Corey. And when Eli finally got here? Serge would find out just how determined he really was to withstand the old Russian’s scrutiny. ( dun dun duuuuuun! ) | ||||||||
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August 19th, 2013
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| Who: Riley and Serge Where: Streets near the market When: Late morning Warnings: ( Building a case ) | ||||||||
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August 12th, 2013
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| Who: Zania and Serge Where: Town Center When: Late Afternoon Zania left Eatzy’s to wander out into the rain, heading back over to the block where her new club would be. She liked the opportunity to be outside in the semi-daylight, even if it was the kind of weather that generally kept everyone else inside. If the sun wasn’t out to burn her, then she was taking advantage of it. She stepped under the overhang of the buildings and brushed the water off her face before pressing it up on the glass to look inside the building. Right now it was barren inside, but she could already imagine how she would set it up. There was so much work to be done, but she was ready to start as soon as possible. ( Read more... ) | ||||||||
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| Who: Mickey and Serge Where: Outside the police station When: midday Serge was far from seniority here in Delphi, that was unmistakeably true; but with his military history and the way he carried himself? He was very aware of just how quickly people listened if he gave orders or offered an approach. Case in point, the continuing clean-up efforts. The wolf carcasses had been cleared up, the missing citizens largely accounted for, and while there would probably still be the odd blood stain on the streets, things were coming back together. ( two types of Fixers ) | ||||||||
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August 2nd, 2013
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| Who: Corey and Serge Where: Brooklyn, New York When: Five and a half years ago (flashback) Warnings: violence All told, Serge Greylin had only been a few steps behind the spread of infection when it began. A man with contacts such as his that had such reach and scope would have to be, though; events that shifted the world’s balance always created new work opportunities for men without ethics. And this had started off no differently for him, coming in the form of a call from an old associate while Serge was on a job in Canada. ( travel plans ) | ||||||||
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July 29th, 2013
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| Who: Serge Where: his house When: Evening Very few terms fit Serge quite as neatly as ‘self-contained’ did, both in persona and in his daily life. He was withdrawn and sparse with his words and dealings, yes, but in the physical? In the scope of his possessions? Serge lived a life that was definitely nomadic, nearly monastic even, and there was no room for excess. ( level the playing field ) | ||||||||
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| Who: Justin and Serge Where: Streets near the highschool When: Late morning Warnings: nonw No two ways about it, Serge was sore. He’d expected it after the last few nights of chaos and combat, sure, and knew he’d be in rougher shape than he liked as he’d finally laid down to rest, but waking up? It was a fresh hell, one composed of vivid bruising along his ribs and back, firey aches in his shoulders and biceps, healing stiffness in his neck. It was, in fact, a normal feeling after getting knocked over and pinned by four-hundred-plus pounds of feral wolf. ( Read more... ) | ||||||||
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July 17th, 2013
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| Who: Corey and Serge, then Corey and Eli Where: streets When: late evening Warnings: violence Corey had gotten the text from Finn, and knew she wanted to get to the hospital. But, because she was getting warnings, and she now had her grandfather around to be upset with her over not doing the smart thing, she merely contacted him. It was late, she didn't even know if visiting hours were a thing, or if they were up and running, so she may need him to swing something in order to see Eli. ( Stragglers ) | ||||||||
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July 10th, 2013
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| Who: December and Serge Where: woods When: between 2/3am Warnings: language, violence ‘The best way to go’, as it turned out, took six long hours from the point Serge initially left December’s house. Two were used to head home, feed himself, and shut his eyes for a refresher. Another one to head back and rally up with December before heading to where he felt most confident his target might reveal itself. As for the last three? Silence, pure and almost tangible from the walk across Delphi to the lurking patrol in bushes and trees, along sidewalks and around streetlights. With the darkness settling in and the sounds of populated parts of the dome far away, Serge was working now. Words had become a valuable commodity, and most interactions were done with simple bits of hand signal. Everything else boiled down to watching, waiting, existing with a persistent tension that kept his bow unfolded and ready, an arrow perched loosely against the string. ( just getting started ) | ||||||||
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July 7th, 2013
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| Who: December and Serge Where: December’s house When: Afternoon Warnings: There was structure in place in Serge’s mind now, an approach to working solo that he was confident in. Hell, he was invigorated by it even. He had territory to observe, routes to cover it and perches to watch from. His collapsible bow was folded away in the duffel over his shoulder, fletchings of arrows jutting out slightly, and Serge had strapped on his survival knife and pistol before stuffing the rest of his tools in with the bow and arrows. ( Roll with it ) | ||||||||
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July 5th, 2013
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| Who: Corey and Serge Where: Corey’s house When: Early morning Warnings: Serge almost wanted to chide his granddaughter for how easily he’d broken into her home, slipping past the basic locks like a shadow in the earliest darkness of the morning. He almost wanted to, but there were reasons to not even bother. Like, say, his being in Delphi for over a week now without contacting her. Or just the fact that he cared about the girl on a level that nothing else in the world got from the old Russian, not even himself. ( If 'champions' means 'traumatized kids and hit men'. ) | ||||||||
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June 28th, 2013
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| Who: Micah and Serge Where: Delphi Hospital When: Afternoon Warnings: n/a Serge wasn’t going to complain about the short distance between the police station and the hospital, not after how much of the dome he’d covered over the last couple of days. He was confident now in his knowledge of the interior, the shortest routes between streets, and the lack of any obvious nesting spots that might hold the bats. If there was one he’d missed, Serge would keep vigilant by night and follow up diligently on any new injuries by day. It was in that spirit that he’d come to the hospital initially, eager to catch one of the semi-familiar faces and ask as discreetly as Serge could about anything to worry over in the dome. Vampiric or benign, he wanted to get out in front of the next emergency before it could cause too much damage, and even if Serge knew it wasn’t likely? He had to try anyway. So he’d stepped in with a pull from his canteen, gulping down water as he lingered just beyond the entry, letting his eyes adjust to the change in lighting. ( Read more... ) | ||||||||
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The Dome :: An Original Character RPG
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