The Dome :: An Original Character RPG
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January 13th, 2014
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| Who: Wes, Avery, and Lily Where: Wes’s house When: Evening Lily woke with a start. She wasn’t sure if she was sleeping or had passed out from some kind of injury, but it took several minutes for her vision to come back into focus which communicated to her she had probably suffered from the latter. Everytime she came to, she had the dimmest glimmer of hope that all of this had been a horrendous nightmare. That she’d open her eyes to find Lochlan laying beside her, man or wolf, that Princess would be curled up on the other side of her, and that everything was normal. Completely fine. But it wasn’t. In fact, it was far from that fantasy. She was still tied up in this fucking basement, she and Avery were still being tormented by this maniac, and she lost hope more and more by the day that they were going to make it out of this alive. She didn’t let onto that, though. She needed to keep what hope in Avery alive that she could, and she wouldn’t give fuckface the satisfaction of knowing he had nearly broken her. She shifted her arms upwards so that she could stand, her muscles aching more than she ever thought possible and her skin burning with such sharp, shearing pain. The wounds she had weren’t healing well, and she was fairly confident that infection would be the end of her if that sick fuck wasn’t. “Avery?” Her voice was hoarse, nearly unrecognizable as she spoke. ( What's the first thing you're going to do when we get out of here? ) | ||||||||
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December 29th, 2013
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| Who: Wes, Eily & Anne Marie When: Evening Where: Wes's place, then Anne Marie's After retreating from the basement, Wes took a shower, dressed, and left the house. He ran a few errands, checked in at work. He feigned surprise and expressed sympathy at the news of multiple house fires, and people who had gone missing. Some people seemed genuinely upset. Some simply had that look in their eyes as they speculated and gossiped. That look that clearly said Finally, something exciting in this place!. When Wes returned home, it was getting dark and he knew he would have to take Eily to Anne Marie. Obviously he would need to knock her out, which was something he was actually looking forward to. Wes knew she wouldn’t cooperate otherwise. Walking upstairs, he listened for the other girls. He thought he heard one of them scream for help, which prompted a small smirk on his lips. It was nice that there was obviously still a spark of hope that they thought they might be rescued. Pushing open the door at the end of the hall, Wes took a step inside, looking over at Eily to see if she was awake or sleeping. ( Read more... ) | ||||||||
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December 20th, 2013
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| Who: Wes, Avery and Lily When: Afternoon Where: Wes’s basement Avery had no idea what time it was when she woke up. All she knew was that she had a raging headache, a sore jaw and her muscles ached something fierce. It took a few seconds after prying her eyes open to realize why. Her arms were above her head, her wrists tied together. She was tied by rope to something… a pipe, maybe. And she was on the floor. Cold, hard cement. Avery groaned and tried to shift to get more comfortable, but the rope above her was too tight for her to do much but move her butt a little. Opening her eyes a bit more, Avery’s gaze was drawn to the tiny, narrow window, providing the only light available in the dim room. It was definitely a basement. There were some boxes in the corner. A washer and dryer. It smelled musty and she could hear a slow drip somewhere behind her. The events of what happened in the bar came rushing back, and her heart began to beat faster as she turned her head to her right. Lily was there, tied much like Avery with her arms above her head to round pole that ran from the floor to the ceiling above them. Avery didn’t see Eily anywhere. “Lily,” Avery said, though her voice cracked from how dry it was. She licked her lips, praying Lily wasn’t dead. “Lily.” ( they're not going to find you. ) | ||||||||
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December 19th, 2013
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| Who: Wes and Eily When: Early morning Where: Wes’s house It had been awhile since Wes had company. The blonde Anne Marie had wanted, Eily, was tied up tightly in the back, spare room upstairs. The other two, the ones for him, were in his basement. The ropes were thick, and Wes had grown quite adept at tying knots. The doors were locked from the outside, and he had no concern about any of them getting free. He knew he would have to take Eily to Anne Marie soon, but the woman hadn’t told him he couldn’t have his own fun with her first. As long as she was alive when Wes delivered her? Well, that would be good enough, right? He was alone with them now, and Wes was working on about two hours sleep at this point. That was okay. He had no plans to go into work, after all. Scratching idly at the stubble growing on his jaw, Wes sat at his small kitchen table, drinking a crappy cup of coffee and listening. He couldn’t hear anything, which meant they were still likely knocked out. ( No one will hear you. ) | ||||||||
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December 12th, 2013
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| Who: Eily, Avery, Lily, and Wesley Where: Late Evening When: The Pub Avery was attempting to work. It was really a lack of motivation, which wasn't unusual for her, but because Eily was closing and not Lochlan, Avery knew she had to at least help out with something. The last few days had been utter crap, but that wasn't really the best excuse to stand around and mope. And Eily didn't usually let her get away with work laziness the way her brother did. So after the last patron had wandered out of the bar, Avey cleared off the tables, carrying the bin of dirty dishes back behind the counter. She knew Eily had wanted to talk, and even though Avery offered to visit in the morning, now seemed just a good a time as any, since they were the only two left in the place. "So, what did you want to talk to me about?" Avery asked, trying to sound casual. Eily had said she wasn't in trouble, but it seemed ominous anytime someone she knew texted, wanting to 'talk'. ( “He liked his ladies feisty.” ) | ||||||||
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