Morose

🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

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Dorothy Pender

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Location: Med Bay Exterior ---> Cargo Bay

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Before she had even left to search for Jackson and Anisa, Daphne had already come back with Gideon in toe. She eyed the rambunctious engineer, a bit confused that Anisa would be sending him away, along with the doctor, in their current situation. Her heart broke a bit at the thought that Anisa was sending her away, due to her past. It didn't explain why Camilla wasn't being sent as well, if that was the case, but the heart is seldom logical. However, at Daphne's crass words, her fears were shoved to the back of her mind. The Captain and herself were best friends. She likely just decided to send Dorothy out to fetch Gene in case the girl had snapped her ankle in the process.

"You're always rush rush rush," Dorothy joked, smoothing the slight creases out of her top. It was hypocritical, of course. As much as Dorothy admired organization and logical thinking, she had an impulsive streak. Gullible, as well. Gideon had managed to trick her on a few occasions. "Did you even stop to consider what shape we might find our companion in?" Dorothy asked, following her sister into the Cargo Bay and jumping into the vehicle with her.

On a normal day, Dorothy would've fretted over Gene much more. But today, she had already been on the army doctor's last nerve. And with the added mess Gene added to her plate, Dorothy couldn't help but be slightly irritated with the girl. Resolving to explain to Gene once and for all why she had no place in the medical bay without Dorothy's consent, she relaxed a bit in the vehicle, rolling her eyes at Gideon's usual jokes and mannerisms. It was no secret that the kid had a crush on her little sister.

"Come on, let's get this over with."

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@Pundii: On day 6!

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@Nallore Sounds great :) Characters used in other RPs work as well.

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@Witch Cat @Lady Amalthea @BlueSky44 @Pundii @Nallore

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@Nallore: Samantha makes it into Aunt Sue’s Inn, and the air smells like fresh rain. The lights have been knocked out, and Mrs. Hudson’s body is draped across the counter. The poor woman is face down, her blood pooling around her. It drips off of the counter and onto the ground silently, the only noise in the lobby. And while Aloise and Liam hear her screams, it’s too late. The blood loss is too much for Samantha and she collapses, hypovolemic shock setting in as her organs fail. LLA has claimed Samantha as her own. Please feel to elaborate in your final post for the reporter on these events.

@Lady Amalthea: Try as Amy will, she’s unable to leave. The tires on her car have been slashed, and while no one seems to be attacking Hanson or herself, the living dead are prowling the streets. Amy likely recognizes most of them, as it’s hard not to know everyone in a small town. Hanson’s face is visibly white. There’s something going on with the detective—but for now, there’s bigger fish to fry.

@Lady Amalthea @Pundii: Going to frontload updates a bit here. Javier will manage to get Mercurial outside, but she won’t wake up yet. The good news is, it doesn’t seem to be any serious life-lasting injury. Meanwhile, Belladonna’s concoction creeps almost along the floor of the manor, ensnaring most of the living dead. It takes it a few minutes to adequately entrap them. The LLA roll for the completed spell has indicated it’ll be successful, so go ahead and write that if you wish.

@Witch Cat: The voice continues to beckon Sylvia to approach, to come closer to the town line. In the midst of her puking, however, she’ll notice something rather strange. In the middle of the heap of bodies, there is a living soul. A young boy with auburn hair and olive toned skin is covered in blood and gore, and he doesn’t let out a single sound. He struggles to emerge from the carnage and mess. He couldn’t be any older than seven years old—and yet, Sylvia will sense a power to the boy as well.

@Witch Cat: The spell is successful, but not instantly. As Sutton manages to free herself from the goat, she charges at the witch, tackling her once more in a careless collision. As the flames form around Sutton’s body, the girl crumbles to ash, an inhuman screech piercing the air. Briefly, the mark of the witness will glow in the spot Sutton had been standing. Eudora likely won’t receive another visitor from the beyond for a while, given her hiding place in the woods—but you never know.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

@Sigil Gotcha ^^

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@BlueSky44 and @Pundii: On day 5, please get a post up soon.

@Nallore @Lady Amalthea @Witch Cat: Since this week I have three exams, I'll be posting a mini update for you folks tonight. For Belladonna's, it'll bunny Javier slightly to have him comply with Belladonna's instructions, in order for us to get moving. Any questions, let me know.

Also, Lady A....If you would like to drop me a PM with the intended effect of what Belladonna's going to do, that'd be swell.

🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

I had been waiting on @BlueSky44 but I'll see about getting a post up today

Morose's Character Mind Palace

Transferred to new topic.

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@Witch Cat You need to request an extension before your time runs out, not after...

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Cecily Ashworth

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Location: the Morgue

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Cecily pulled her hair back, redoing the ponytail. The longer she worked in the lab, the more undone and disastrous it tended to get. Stepping aside to let Natasha at the screen, she peered over her shoulder, frowning slightly as the files located to their suspect were opened. It wasn't at all consistent, and it caused Cecily to sigh a bit. Serial killers were marginally easier to catch than contract killers. Though, there wasn't much of a difference between them.

"Guess they must take credit cards then," Cecily quipped, making a subtle reference to Suicide Squad. She had a friend who worked in the department as a forensic artist, though sometimes doubled as an autopsy assistant. Suicide Squad was Bonnie's all time favorite movie, and the thought of her best friend being happy brought a smile to her face. She hadn't seen Bonnie much. The original plan was that she and Bonnie were going to live together, but the forensic artist hadn't been ready to live with another person just yet. Her husband had been killed in action. That left Cecily without an apartment, and long story short, she ended up living with Riley Ridgeway in the Boston Heights.

"Wait...Hold the phone...Female?" Cecily asked, her tone lowering to a whisper. She glanced around the room, visibly paranoid, as her hands started to shake slightly. The woman who killed her -- the woman she knew must have been responsible for Wallace's death, perhaps Danica's as well -- what would be the odds? As much as Cecily wanted to chastise herself for her personal feelings, she couldn't help but dread that she knew who did this. "Don't share this information with anyone. Anyone asks what we found, we got nothing. Dead end." With her phone out, Cecily snapped pictures of the files, and then shoved the phone away, before quickly closing them all.

"If this is who I think it is, then this is a fucking mess we don't want to be in," Cecily said, before her heart skipped a beat. For a moment, she considered that Natasha had been sent to kill her, to probe her for what she knew. She tugged on her hair, and glanced around wildly, before running out of the morgue. Everything that she had spent two years in therapy repressing came flooding back to her, and Cecily almost bolted for the emergency exit. But remembering how weak Natasha had been, she calmed down slightly. They wouldn't have sent someone who just did chemo to kill her--and they wouldn't have had her killer expose the identity of another killer to her.

She took a deep breath, pulling on her ponytail again as a way to relieve stress. "Dr. Brinne...You're a lovely person. Don't stay in Justice. You'll just end up on the table," Cecily said, nodding to Alicia and Lorna's bodies. "The minute they vote in a coroner, I'm quitting. Just...Just don't get sucked into this place, or they'll kill you." As soon as she could, she would let Caesar know who had killed his daughter -- that it was Proserpine. Cecily had no evidence for it, but the two girls had been close, at least as far as the YouTube footage of the Roller Derby had been concerned. And as soon as Prosperine was locked up in prison, she'd be able to sleep soundly at night.

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Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway

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Location: Boston Heights

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Tuesday obliged, darting around a corner. She listened carefully to the conversations going on in the hall, hearing two familiar voices -- and an unfamiliar one. Her heart dropped, remembering every bad FBI show she had ever seen. Agents never came alone. They always had partners. Silently screaming, Tuesday clenched her fist, before deciding Ronnie could handle the agents and Riley on his own. He'd understand.

Still out of sight, Tuesday quickly made her way down the stairs of the Classic Building, noting that Marc's car was still parked outside. Figuring that Marc was inside Riley's apartment with his partner, Tuesday decided to duck into one of the other apartment buildings. There were three under the realm of the Boston Heights, and if anyone asked her why she was there, she could plausibly say that she was having trouble finding Riley's place. Or that she got off on places of death and decay. Dashing into the building next to Riley's -- the Rose Building -- Tuesday entered the main floor entryway. Slamming the door behind her, she darted up the stairs, not stopping until she reached the highest floor. Tucking herself away into a corner, she let out a sigh of relief.

She was safe. Marc Tinder and his buddy were in the building next door. No one was going to send her back to prison. Leaning her head back against the wall, she had no idea that Marc was just a few floors below her -- or that she had slammed the door shut in her fright, likely alerting him to her presence.