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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2016 14:04:21 GMT -5
It is Ree, right? Here we are. c:
(1) Using transdimensional technology, a thief portals to alternate dimensions, trying desperately to escape the law. In their efforts, they happen across a dimension in which they went missing in years before. As cover, they use this to their benefit and pose as their missing self. Showing up on their siblings doorstep, they ask for a place to stay. The law eventually finds them. The sibling is dragged into the mess and shenanigans ensue. (This plot would include alternate dimensions, alien worlds, and whatever else the mind can conceive.)
So, I was thinking it over a little - a background and everything - and I think I've come up with something. For the thief's dimension, society has become the pinnacle of success. Everyone and everything has evolved to live in this new age. People are living longer, inventing things, and creating wonders. The drawback is that Earth has become so overpopulated that the new world order has been forced to ration resources and restrict birthing rights to the higher privileged. The thief hailed from one of these lower classes. She has grown up the only child because she was the only one her parents could afford. She joined the blackmarket, started a life of crime, yada yada and the story goes on. Before she escapes her own dimension, she was detained by law enforcement and brought in for questioning. She stole one of their portal guns and escaped to the sister's dimension. As for the other sister, she was born in modern times - our day and age. She was the second child of her family after her older sibling - this reality's thief. They were close as children and gradually separated as the two grew older. Away at college, the sibling's sister suddenly disappears. The mystery of it all was she was home when the event occurred but there was no sign of a break in and the front door was locked. Older now, the younger sibling is starting her new life. When the two meet up, I was thinking that the sibling could be home for the summer or a holiday and that's where the thief runs into her.
Side Characters: George and Dianna Adler (parents)
Finley "Finn" Joanne Adler 27 | Female | assertive & selfish Finley's a few dozen tattoos on her back, torso, and shoulders. She's put them in places that are readily concealed by garments. She is largely someone who does things in her own interest and seldom for another unless it somehow benefits herself. It takes strong connections or valid reasons to break her of this. Faceclaim: Nadja Auermann
Victoria "Tori" Jane Adler 24 - β - fc: Eliza Bennett
β’ proud β’ competitive β’ introverted β’ reflective, observant β’ untalkative
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Aug 26, 2016 14:09:24 GMT -5
yup, ree is great!
so, i guess the first step is figuring out characters then? unless you can think of anything else that would work better as a starting point?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2016 14:14:04 GMT -5
No, that's fine c;
I did have one thing to add onto the plot, though. The dimension from which the thief is from is more technologically advanced(hence the portal gun) than that of the sibling in the alternate dimension. Their own dimension would be closer to the modern days.
Did you have a preference on which character you'd like to be? On whether they should be twins, brothers, sisters, etc. .?
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Aug 26, 2016 14:22:48 GMT -5
ah, alright, that makes sense. i'll keep it in mind.
i think it'd be easier for me to play the sibling as opposed to the thief, if that's alright with you. as for whether they be twins, brothers, sisters, etc, i really hadn't thought that far. did you have anything in mind writing the plot?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2016 15:17:23 GMT -5
That's perfect. I did imagine them as sisters - that or a brother-sister duo. I think, either way, it would be interesting to see how it all played out.
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Aug 27, 2016 1:49:22 GMT -5
sisters works for me, absolutely! if that's how you set it up mentally i say that's what we do.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2016 14:50:38 GMT -5
Woo, alrighty.
So, I was thinking it over a little - a background and everything - and I think I've come up with something. For the thief's dimension, society has become the pinnacle of success. Everyone and everything has evolved to live in this new age. People are living longer, inventing things, and creating wonders. The drawback is that Earth has become so overpopulated that the new world order has been forced to ration resources and restrict birthing rights to the higher privileged. The thief hailed from one of these lower classes. She has grown up the only child because she was the only one her parents could afford. She joined the blackmarket, started a life of crime, yada yada and the story goes on. Before she escapes her own dimension, she was detained by law enforcement and brought in for questioning. She stole one of their portal guns and escaped to the sister's dimension. As for the other sister, she was born in modern times - our day and age. She was the second child of her family after her older sibling - this reality's thief. They were close as children and gradually separated as the two grew older. Away at college, the sibling's sister suddenly disappears. The mystery of it all was she was home when the event occurred but there was no sign of a break in and the front door was locked. Older now, the younger sibling is starting her new life. When the two meet up, I was thinking that the sibling could be home for the summer or a holiday and that's where the thief runs into her. Does this all sound fine for a backdrop? Just something to get us started?
I was thinking of using Finley for this rp. Hm. .
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Aug 27, 2016 15:09:01 GMT -5
ooo, i like that! so the thief doesn't have a sister in her own dimension? that could make things really interesting.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2016 15:19:17 GMT -5
I thought so. The character I've chosen is kind of selfish and arrogant, something that I think the world has kind of shaped her to be. This could be a contrast to the sibling's perspective of her growing up in their own world. It'd be a shocker, I think, to see how cold she's become.
So, yeah! All that's fine then? It all works for the plot? I think all we need now is a basic character sheet - similar to the one I have on the main thread - and their parents' names. How's George and Dianna? I'll post Finn's information.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2016 15:20:53 GMT -5
Finley "Finn" Joanne Adler27 | Female | assertive & selfish Finley's a few dozen tattoos on her back, torso, and shoulders. She's put them in places that are readily concealed by garments. She is largely someone who does things in her own interest and seldom for another unless it somehow benefits herself. It takes strong connections or valid reasons to break her of this. Faceclaim: Nadja Auermann
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Aug 27, 2016 15:45:53 GMT -5
that makes sense. the character i'm leaning towards at the moment is proud and competitive but also really introverted and quiet. would that work against yours do you think?
i think so, yes ^^ george and diana works by me! i'll dig up an old form i have on tori now, then.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2016 15:50:01 GMT -5
That'd work great. c; Alrighty. It doesn't have to be anything special. Just a brief synopsis.
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Aug 28, 2016 4:31:46 GMT -5
sorry for the long wait, my internet went out for a while last night and i fell asleep waiting for it to respond. i wasn't sure whether they'd have the same surname or not, so i included the one tori usually has as well as adler, just in case.
Victoria "Tori" Jane Adler 24 - β - fc: Eliza Bennett
β’ proud β’ competitive β’ introverted β’ reflective, observant β’ untalkative
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2016 11:36:34 GMT -5
You're fine. c; I would think they'd share the same surname. Unless their mother remarried and Tori chose to share his last name as well. If you just wanted to use Tate, that's cool too. I could change Finn's last name. Alright. So do you think we could start?
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Aug 28, 2016 12:24:36 GMT -5
not at all, adler works just fine. i was just a little unsure, so i figured better safe than sorry. i'll edit it right away.
yeah, i think so. it might be easier if you start since finley will be the one to initiate the interaction between them, but if you'd prefer for me to start, that's fine, too.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2016 12:33:56 GMT -5
Alrighty. Thanks! Nah. I can start. c: It might be a while before I can post anything as I'm kind of busy but if you want to chat, that's cool.
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Aug 28, 2016 12:38:20 GMT -5
no problem at all ^^ that's completely fine. take the time you need. if you'd like to chat, i'd be happy to, though i'm probably going to be quite poofy for a while myself, i'm not feeling too great so i might disappear for a while to rest for a bit, we'll see.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2016 12:57:34 GMT -5
That's fine. Hope you feel better. c:
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Aug 28, 2016 13:16:20 GMT -5
thanks ^^
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2016 19:45:16 GMT -5
lord, otd is the reason i stay in otrp. xp so much drama. i'm here and working on a reply!
EDIT: Also, I updated the front with relative information.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2016 21:17:36 GMT -5
Homeworld M-117 || Finn Everything was so damn loud. The noise rattled her brain and stabbed at her eardrums, near paralyzing her where she stood. Her footsteps bounced around the corridor, echoed down the length of it, no doubt revealing her position to the authorities. Behind her and in the distance, she could hear their voices. Orders being barked, a chorus of commands directed toward the men and their guns. A tight feeling spread over her chest as she rounded the corner, crouching in the cove of a door and its room. Though she hoped the shadows would conceal her figure, she knew the vibrant orange she sported was by no means suited for dim light. Anyone following her around the corner or running down the hall would surely spot her.
Closing her eyes for only a moment, she steeled herself against the blaring alarms and red flashes. Her heart pounded, forcing itself against her ribcage, beating at its bars as if begging to be set free. She'd never been so scared in her life. Adrenaline pumped through her veins, her fear giving her a steady supply of strength. Despite this, she couldn't keep her hands from shaking and her breathing slow. Everything was running a million miles a second.
Letting loose a wavering sigh of determination, she opened her eyes and stared at the gun in her hands. It was unlike any she had ever used before. She had only heard it in stories, saw it used through the screen of her computer. Seeing it now and in person, she almost didn't believe it. Turning the gun over in her hands, she carefully inspected it. This was the reason she was here, the reason she had herself arrested in the first place. It was unique and far more valuable than the precious minerals she fought over so often before. This would set her career straight, pay her off her debt and more. She could live free, far from the reaches of any enemy she had made trying to get here. A clear smile curled her lips, stretching far over her face in an almost wild grin. Her eyes were round and greedy as she examined the contour of its grip and the soft blue glow that it emitted.
Ahead of her, a patrol of men barged through a pair of sliding doors. It sealed in their wake, the light overhead a glaring crimson hue. They spotted her immediately and shouted a steady stream of commands. Finley only smiled wider in response and raised the weapon to the opposing wall resting on the other side of the corridor. Pulling the trigger, she took off at a sprint, beams of light flying horizontal as they fired their weapons. Everything slowed to a near halt as she stared at the glowing portal before her. Its azure glare swirled, beckoning her forward. The red from their lasers sped past and, though they frightened her, nothing could stop her from entering that portal. There was a searing pain in her thigh and she became aware of a shrill cry of agony. Everything else was silenced as she fell through to the world on the other side.
New Dimension M-239 || FinnStaring down the length of concrete leading to the home before her, Finley pursed her lips as she shoved her hands into the pockets of her jeans. The door ahead was a dark mahogany, the house a contrasting hue of off-white. Surrounding it, a lush and vibrant green glared up at Finley. She had never seen so much vegetation in her life - not on any planet habited by humankind. Familiar pillars of steal and glass towered over the expanse of the globe, neon signs and headlights running through it in a never ending network of activity. And the noise, it was nauseating. This world seemed so peaceful, laid quiet like a slumbering community of hermits. It was strange and bizarre and had her head swimming, her ears ringing.
She'd been here for little over a month, learning what she could about the dimension, her place in it and where her family might be. In that time, she had kept a careful eye out for plants, people sent here to seek her out and retrieve the gun. Their stolen device was not to be taken lightly. The power she had with it, she could go anywhere and do anything she deemed fit. It was liberating and damn near terrifying at the same time. Its weight became all too obvious in the holster she had under her arm.
Clearing her throat, she opened the gate before the house and limped down the walk to the home's door. It had been years since she last spoke to her parents - a decade since she'd seen them - and, though these weren't her true parents, she couldn't help but feel sick at the thought of meeting them. If she could, she'd turn and leave - the flash of her portal gun taking her someplace else - but this was her best chance at a decent cover. Finley - this world's Finley - had gone missing years prior. She could pose as her missing self and perhaps fool the New Order into believing she belonged.
Raising her hand, she stared ahead and rang the doorbell.
[ This is a starter so excuse the length. Not every post has to be this long! ]
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Aug 29, 2016 3:02:44 GMT -5
( haha, wow, that was one long post, though i totally get it. my starting posts can get pretty long, too. mine'll probably end up like half the length, so apologies for that. also, for this post and a few to come at least i'm going to leave the dimensions out of the formatting. i tend to format my posts in a way that would make at least some sense to the character i'm writing even if it inconviences me, so i'll leave it out for a while if that's alright with you. )
Years had passed since Tori had seen her sister. So much had happened since Finley's disappearance that she wasn't sure she could even consider herself the same person. She often caught herself wondering if Finley would recognise her, should she miraculously return. She despised the thought, they'd been close once, yet it resurfaced time and time again. Was it possible for a person to change so much that their own flesh and blood wouldn't recognise them? She supposed it was possible.
She'd not once voiced these thoughts. Not to her friends and most certainly not to her family. They intruded upon her mind often enough, she didn't want anyone else to share that. Besides, in all the months that she'd been at her parents' house, they'd not once discussed the fourth, missing member of their family. It was probably for the best anyway.
On this particular Wednesday evening, she'd been more consumed by this back and forth with herself than usual. She'd cycled through thoughts like seasons, each new thought bleeding into the next over and over and over again. Breaking out of it had proved impossible, so for the first time in a long time she took the time to just sit and reflect on what she'd lost.
Perhaps that was why, when she opened the door to see her sister - a completely different version of her, but her sister all the same - she didn't believe that she was still sane. Or maybe that was just a reasonable reaction. It wasn't every day you saw or heard from your sibling for the first time in years.
For a long while, she simply stared. The flurry of emotions that had kicked in made it hard for her to discern anything specific, much less use it to respond in any other way. Tori blinked slowly. Her brows bunched together and her eyes narrowed. "I can not believe you," she shouted finally, then continued staring incredulously, shaking her head.
"Victoria?" The questioning voice of her mother drifted in from the kitchen, something which only served to anger Tori further. "Is everything okay?" Dianna took a single step into the hallway, and Tori immidiately knew that her mother was going to have entirely different reaction.
As predicted, Dianna fell into herself for a moment, before rushing forward and pulling Finley to her chest. "You're alright, you're alright," she murmured, though it was clearly to herself more than anything. "George, she's..." Her voice fizzled out, and her words were replaced with tears.
The bustling that came next was the only thing that clued Tori in to her father's appearance. Within moments, he, too, had his arms around Finley, leaving Tori alone, staring and weeping tears of anger in the middle of the doorway.
"I can not believe you."
( so this ended up a tiny bit longer than anticipated. oops. that won't be consisitant. i'm sorry for the quickly detoriorating quality of my writing here, i'm running late for school but i wanted to finish this before i left, so i rushed through the last half of this. guess where exactly i realised the time i was taking was too much. anyway, here it is, possibly the longest rp post i'll post in a very long time, even if it wasn't great. hopefully my next post will be a little less rushed. )
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2016 22:48:52 GMT -5
[ Your reply was great! You definitely covered most everything, I think. I couldn't really even tell it was rushed. About length, I'm really fine with whatever you give me so long as it's not too terribly short. This length - even half of it - would work fine. I totally understand that sometimes shorter posts work better for certain situations. In this case, we're just starting so it's reasonable to expect a longer reply. If they shorten over time, it's no worries. c; And the stamp before each reply on my post is just something to help me remember where I'm at and with whom my character is interacting with. You don't have to use it if that's not your thing. c: ]
Dimension M-239 || The Adler HouseholdIn the few seconds it took for someone to answer the door, Finley tried her best to muster up some tears. Clearing her throat, she gently rubbed at her eyes and stood straight again as the door creaked open. In all honesty, she wasn't expecting a complete stranger to answer it. It took everything in her not to just turn around and check the mailbox again. Finley immediately became suspicious, her brows furrowing only slightly as she tried to make sense of the girl before her. Whomever she was, she seemed to know Finley. Her face was a tapestry of mixed emotion and her words like ice as she spoke. The woman wouldn't be angry if Finley were just your average doorman. Struck with silence in her effort to understand their connection, Finley said nothing in return and only waited, her hands in fists at her side.
At her mother's voice, her heart seized, an ache she never thought she'd have for the woman blossoming over her chest. Her eyes were red, her face warm and she knew that there was no faking the surge of emotion she felt now. As she came into view, Finley stepped back. It was near crippling to see the woman in such a state - strong and so full of energy. "Mom. ." She breathed the word, her eyes brimming with tears as the woman embraced her. It took a moment before she could do or say anything and when she did, she wrapped her arms tightly around her mother's waist and cried into her shoulder. She was three again, curled up in bed with the only other life she knew, the holographic screen of their television flashing bright in a dark, one-room apartment. Murmuring sincere apologies with every assurance her mother gave her, Finley curled her hands into the woman's shirt and looked up at the stranger again, her eyes narrowing only slightly before closing.
She hadn't expected her father to appear and, in all honesty, she barely recognized him when his presence became known. Tilting her head up, she blinked, trying to pull memories from the darkest corners of her mind. He'd left when she was only a child for work in another system. The amount they paid for their home and child had been staggering, enough that he'd practically been forced to leave. Every month, he'd write home, sending a letter with every check he received. Looking at him now, Finley steeled herself, pursing her lips and averting her eyes quickly. Wrapping one arm around him and keeping the other secured over her mother's shoulders, Finley smiled and looked to the stranger.
The woman's words were expected, she thought. This world's Finley had gone missing. Perhaps she'd been just as estranged here as she had in those later years in dimension M-117. Clearing her throat, she fought for a proper reply, something believable and not forced. "I'm sorry. I really am." She croaked the last sentence, her guilt only half-feigned. "I don't- I don't know what I was thinking."
[ I can play the father if you'd like. That way we don't have three against one. ]
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Sept 1, 2016 5:11:01 GMT -5
( i usually post three - four paragraphs if i'm playing against someone who does the same, so that shouldn't be a problem. i just figured i'd give you a heads up just in case.great, thanks. i probably will eventually once things get messy and complicated, but not yet. finally, that would be great! i just ended up throwing him in without much thought, so please do if you feel up to it! )
The silence she'd been met with had been more than unexpected. Tori knew that her anger was inappropriate and frankly it was an awful thing to feel, but the lack of response and confusion from Finley's part made her feel as if it was justified, at the very least. She'd known that they were distanced, but this was something else. Unable to keep her anger from curling into a fist around her heart, she simply glared at her family. She was nothing more than an observer and an observed in this family reunion and she couldn't help but hold that against everyone involved. Everything about it - her mother's murmured assurances, Finley's voice, her smile - just served to make it worse.
A familiar wetness touched her cheek and she wiped the tear off defiantly. She would not be betrayed by her own body like this. She was angry, so angry, and she wanted to stay that way. She clenched her jaw, her fists, even her toes. After what seemed like an age, Finley finally spoke. It was a simple apology, but it seemed to move Dianna like nothing else. "I know, I know. But now you're back. It's okay."
Tori didn't want to be there anymore. She wished for nothing more than for the Earth to swallow her. It didn't. So, she settled for the next best thing. She turned on her heel and stalked into the house, swiping tears away as they came. She swallowed the lump in her throat and with it her disappointment and relief, everything that made her want to throw up into the nearest sink. It didn't help.
"Just give her some time, dear." She could just make out her mother's words as she closed her door. "You were so close growing up, I think she'd convinced herself that you were dead because that was easier to accept. She'll be telling you how much she's missed you by breakfast, you'll see." Tori hoped so because right now she was far from alright with this and it made her want to scream.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2016 15:26:44 GMT -5
[ I might do some skipping around here so that the rp doesn't drag too much. ]
Dimension M-239 || The Adler Household The stranger had stalked back into the house, disappearing around the corner in a fit of anger. Finley was left to stare after her in puzzlement, trying to decipher their hidden connection. As her mother spoke, Finley pursed her lips into a thin smile and nodded curtly in acknowledgement. It was odd to think of her being close to anyone, especially since childhood. She'd been on her own for so long now, ran with people she could never and would never call friend. To share that sort of relationship with another - to know it was possible - Finley couldn't believe it.
A tight squeeze on her right shoulder accompanied her mother's reassurance. Looking to her father, his figure floating on the edge of her peripherals, she offered him the same vacant smile. He'd been quiet the entire time and shared no words then. The only sound he made was by the labor of his breath from quiet, stifled sobs. She looked up and, at seeing his face, fell back into herself. She'd never had the opportunity to see the man cry - had never even imagined it - but here he was with tears brimming his eyes. With a small smile of his own, he gestured toward the house. "Come on. Let's get inside."
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Finley sat in the den with a mug of warm coffee in her hands. The room was eerily quiet and the couch entirely too comfortable. As soon as she'd taken the seat, the thing had nearly engulfed her. Watching creamer swirl about her cup, Finley shifted in her seat so that she perched on the edge of it, her elbows resting atop each knee. Across from her, her father sat, his gaze flickering back to Dianna who now stood in the kitchen and Finley. He watched her closely as if scared she'd disappear before him. In all honesty, he was probably waiting for some sort of answer, as if he deserved something out of the silence that rested between them. He didn't appear to be angry nor overjoyed at seeing her again. Instead, she felt he stood some place between the pain Finley must be causing Dianna and the assurance that he had his own daughter back.
She quickly averted her stare to the room, looking about at the gaudy interior design. The curtains, the couch, even the rugs - they were all covered in similar floral patterns. Everything else was shades of china-white and pearl. Hanging from the ceiling was an absurdly large fan from which she could barely look away from. The technology here was so primitive and old-school - things she hadn't seen in decades. It was almost laughable. Half amused with her own pondering, she looked over to see her father stand. When he took his seat next to her in the adjacent chair, she quickly locked eyes with him.
"Where have you been?" He wasn't angry. His voice was calm. "Were you in trouble? Are you alright?"
For a moment, she sat still, trying to formulate some explanation as to why she'd been gone for so long. "I'm fine. It's just. ." She set the mug of coffee down on the table and studied his face. His expression was serious, his brows knotted in confusion and his eyes searching. "I can't really say." Holding her breath, she looked at him. A brief second passed and he sat back in his seat, mulling over a thought she couldn't begin to comprehend.
With the faintest of smiles, he nodded. "I'm glad you're home." Standing and without another word, he stepped into the kitchen, peering over Dianna's shoulder to offer her a hand with whatever she needed. Finley watch him go and stood, too, heading for the back door. Pulling it open, she stepped out onto the porch and breathed in a deep breath. Tears she couldn't explain streamed down her face in a silent sob as she tried desperately to compose herself.
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She wasn't sure how long she'd been outside but, once she felt in control of herself, Finley stepped back in and shut the door softly. Limping around the table, she took up her mug of coffee and started around the room. She took long sips from it as she observed the decor. Everything was printed in paper, easily lost and yet put on display like trophies. Images from past affairs - vacations and treasured moments. It felt silly to make them so public, but Finley only assumed this was natural for them.
Looking toward the kitchen, she took another long sip from her cup, finishing the coffee off. Sauntering around to the back of the sofa, she spotted the hearth and crouched next to it. Shaking her head, she stood and stared at the pictures on the mantle just above the fireplace. She was no more than an infant in the first, celebrating her first birthday. In the second, she wore lurid yellow clothing and a square hat. She smiled widely and draped her arms around two others in similar clothing. Finley only snorted at the thought of sporting such colors and moved to the third image. In it, the family had gathered. Her mother and father stood in the back and two little girls towards the front, one being herself and the other. . Finley stepped back and took another sip from her now empty cup. Setting the mug down on the mantle, she took up a fourth image with the same girl. She sat with a box in hand and an heavily ornamented tree behind her.
Studying it, Finley's brows furrowed as her unspoken speculation became fact. This stranger that had greeted her at the door was her sister.
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Sept 6, 2016 10:33:17 GMT -5
( So sorry for the long wait! I've been down with a relentless migraine for the last week or so, so even when I've been doing alright headache-wise I've been too tired to write. Damn you, chronic illness. I can't promise it won't happen again, unfortunately, but I can say sorry and let you know that it doesn't happen for this long often β it's likely the start of a new term that's stressing me out and causing more migraines than usual. Sorry again. )
Once she was away from her parents and Finley, the dark cloud of anger lifted, leaving Tori's view of the whole thing a lot clearer. That wasn't to say that she wasn't angry, no, she was still furious, but at least she could begin to decipher the cocktail of emotion her sister's reappearance had caused. It took a long time, time spent sitting on her bed, head in hands and that awful lump still stuck in her throat. She couldn't have expected anything else. Reminding herself of that wasn't much help, but it did ease her frustration.
She picked each emotion out for what it was. The anger had taken centre-stage, that wasn't surprising. She was a rather angry person after all. Beneath it, she found relief and joy which was to be expected, but also hurt and a sense of rejection. And then there was the fear, which, now that she reflected upon her own actions, seemed the strongest out of all of them. She wasn't sure what exactly she was afraid of β maybe it was that Finley had changed during her time away, or perhaps it had to do with an irrational belief that she would once again disappear, leaving the whole family heartbroken. Or, most likely, it had to do with the fact that they'd drifted apart so much that her own sister hadn't told her that she was alive and well in years, and more than that what that could mean for the two of them.
Once the tears had stopped coming and she was more or less able to control her ragged breathing, Tori rose and left her room. She glanced into the living room as she passed, hoping to see Finley. She didn't, and she almost thought that lucky. In her current state, it likely wasn't a good idea to speak with her.
She walked into the kitchen. Her father was there, as was her mother who was preparing some kind of last minute celebratory dinner. If she knew her mother even half as well as she thought she did, that was more to busy herself than to celebrate. Much like with Tori herself, Dianna had always experienced the negative emotions as stronger. Victoria could only imagine how much pain she must be feeling right now, all the grief for her lost daughter that had remained after all these years would be resurfacing all at once. It wouldn't come close to the relief she felt at seeing Finley again, but it would be enough.
A wave of shame washed over Tori at the sight. Finley had caused some of this, but she had been a big part of it too. She didn't think her reaction had been what her mother had expected. Seeing those you love fight was cause enough for pain, under these circumstances it would be that much worse. She sighed heavily, wrapping her arms around her mother. βI'm sorry,β Tori murmured into the back of her shirt, and she was met with a gentle pat to her hand. βI'm so sorry.β
Dianna only held her hands gently, nodding. βI know,β she said after a moment. Her voice was soft and comforting. Another short while passed before the older woman took her daughters arms and unwrapped them from her waist. She turned away from the stove with a sigh. βHelp me set the table and we'll talk about it after we've eaten, okay? We could both use some food right about now, don't you think? Emotion on an empty stomach is never a good idea.β
Tori nodded, walking across the room to do as she'd been asked. It felt good to do something, even something so simple as setting the table occupied her mind and she couldn't help but wonder if that had been Dianna's plan. She had to go back several times as it dawned on her β more times than it should have β that she was setting a table for four, not three.
It didn't take long, and when Dianna left to call Finley to dinner, Tori wasn't sure she was ready to sit down as a family again. But then, she might never be. So, she simply gathered herself as best as she could. She took deep breaths and started to pace because her nerves made her legs tingle. Deep breaths. You couldn't possibly make it worse anyway.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2016 15:41:26 GMT -5
( So sorry for the long wait! I've been down with a relentless migraine for the last week or so, so even when I've been doing alright headache-wise I've been too tired to write. Damn you, chronic illness. I can't promise it won't happen again, unfortunately, but I can say sorry and let you know that it doesn't happen for this long often β it's likely the start of a new term that's stressing me out and causing more migraines than usual. Sorry again. ) [ Ah, that sucks. I hope you're feeling better! Please, don't be sorry. If you ever need a break or you won't be on long because of your illness, I won't take offense. I completely understand. Don't fret if you can't get a post in every day or two. Just know that I'll be here whenever you get back. c:
I've got a class coming up soon but I'm working on a reply. ]
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2016 16:01:11 GMT -5
[ btw, I'm seriously worried that I might drag this out. I'm really bad at boring people to death, haha. If you ever feel the pace is too slow or something should happen to support the plot - if you've any ideas just in general, I'd love to hear them all. cx I adore this plot and I'm so happy to have someone to rp it with. I just don't want it dying out like some of my other ideas. I know we're like 4-6 posts in but you're replies are seriously awesome and painfully realistic. I love it.
After Dianna's dinner, I was thinking of perhaps ending the in-rp-day with a quick brush between Finn and Tori before bed or something. Following this would be a small skip. Like, maybe a couple weeks into Finn's stay? Would this all be okay? ]
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Sept 6, 2016 16:11:35 GMT -5
( Thank you so much for saying so c: I'm doing a lot better now, thank you, hopefully that holds up for a while. Seriously, it means a lot to have that reassurance, so thanks again. Also, take whatever time you need, I absolutely don't mind waiting.
As of right now, I think it makes sense to have things pretty slow since it's such an emotional time for them all, but I do agree with the skip and the scene leading up to it. As the change would likely be gradual, it'll probably be easy to just spend a short while before we resume writing to just figure out where they are in their relationship. As for letting you know about ideas/things dragging on, I'll make sure to do so. Please do the same for me, it'll be great to know that we're both happy with the way this is headed.
Lastly, I just have to take a moment to say thank you for the compliment, as well as return it. I know I haven't seen much, but I really love your writing and the way you present Finley. You're great at this, and I'm just glad you think my posts are good as well. Thank you ^^ )
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2016 12:35:42 GMT -5
[ It's no problem! I'm glad you're doing better. c:
That's totally cool. I was thinking that, for the most part, Tori and Finley would be avoiding each other over those weeks. Like, perhaps still checking up on each other - for different reasons, of course - to be sure they're still there or something but not talking. As for where they are in their relationship, I know Tori's bond might have been strong at one point with her sister but Finley knows absolutely nothing about her younger sibling and - because she's not from this dimension - she doesn't really care to. She's got other priorities and views Tori only as a set back in her previous plan. Obviously this will change but, at the moment, she doesn't really care for anyone more than herself.
I've an idea of someone from Finley's dimension making it here and turning up on the Adler family's doorstep. They knew each other and had an intimate relationship but were never really close, mentally. It turns out this character is a mole. They lead the New Order there and Finley's got to move on - somehow with Tori in tow. Do you know how Tori might get involved? Also, does this sound okay? I was thinking of presenting this idea a short time after the skip.
Thank you. ^^ ]
Dimension M-239 || The Adler Household
Following closely at her mother's heels, Finley approached the kitchen. The mug in her hands seemed too heavy and the portal gun under her arm, too obvious a weight. Everything about this felt strange and foreign. It was as if everything that had happened previous to her embarkment here had been nothing, just a long and distant memory. It faded, leaving her standing dazed in the present. Gripping her hands tighter around the mug, Finley inhaled a mixture of sweet aromas. The smells were so strong and fresh that she felt dizzy, forcing her to steady her lopsided gait. Widening her eyes, she exhaled and tried breathing through her mouth.
Sweeping her azure gaze around the room, Finley spotted her father at the stove, finishing up a side-dish for Dianna; her sister stood at the table, setting plates and silverware before each chair. She couldn't help but to let her gaze linger on the woman a second longer than she meant. Above everything else, the feelings she directed toward her sibling felt the most odd. She felt as though she should express a certain degree of acceptance for her - love, perhaps a warmth. The only thing she did feel, though, was a cold nothingness. She felt completely empty every time she noticed her, finding her presence more of a nuisance than anything else. Just the idea of the word 'sister' rolling off her tongue churned her stomach. Whether it was from nervousness or her own distress, she couldn't be sure.
As her father emptied the pot into a smaller bowl, Finley halted her journey to the table and stood next to the island, setting her mug down. She was trying not to stare, to not appear desperate as she noticed the banquet her mother had prepared. Everything looked so fresh, so rich. She'd never seen anything like it in her life. It came straight from the fridge or from the oven. There were no rations, no freeze-dried cubes of flavorless food. It was whole, flaunting its beauty with a brilliant shine. It was almost more than Finley could handle. No one, not even the richest of the rich, could afford food like this in dimension M-117 - not on Earth. This was absolutely absurd and downright offensive.
Swallowing hard, Finley moved to the table as her father ushered her over. "Come on, sit." Her father swept a hand over the table, directing her to a chair as he set the bowl down. "Hungry?" Finley could only nod as she stared at food she hadn't even the names for.
Clearing her throat, she tore her eyes away and smiled up at Dianna and George. "Thank you." Pulling back her chair, she sat, cringing slightly at the pain in her leg. Adjusting her seat, she waited for the others to join her. Though she tried not to bother herself with it, her sister's figure floated on the edge of her peripherals, a silent plead for her attention. Ignoring it as best she could, Finley folded her hands over her lap and sat still.
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