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ooc; No actually wait, I'm too tired to do anything. Gonna lay in bed and watch...Fringe? Replies and everything first thing in the morning

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“You’re gonna be fine.”

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Send my muse a dream, whether it be a nightmare, a wet dream, a trippy dream, or whatever else and I'll write my muses reaction waking up after that dream.

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What if when Walter remembers the pieces there's one last piece but it's on the outside. What if some of the team members were on the outside? Hm. I need more indies interested in doing something fun. :)

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What Charlie was thinking and what he said were two different things entirely. He was an internal sort of guy, usually thought before he spoke. "I understand that, but let's do that from over here." He gestured behind the other towards the line of yellow that everyone else was standing behind. Protocol was protocol. At this point in his career, he was fairly certain the only ones who could really provide any insight would be the Bishops. Genius' those two.

With a nod, he lead the man towards the tape and no matter how reluctant he might've been, it was in his best interest to do as told. If he really could help, he'd gain access and pretty damn quick. Charlie luckily hadn't seen the event first hand but seeing the aftermath was more than enough. They passed a woman who had been in the car stopped just before the dome's border and had seen the poor pedestrian slice in half quicker than it took to blink. She was in hysterics as she should've been. They rounded the black van, bringing them away from the majority of noise, Charlie prying out his black leather bound note pad to take well..notes.

"Okay, why don't you start by telling me what you saw."

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For fuck’s sake. Would it be such a hardship to ask whatever god damn deity up there for one day without any supernatural mishaps? Just one day, seriously. Aidan would be, honestly, grateful for a full 24 hours of quietude. He thought taking over the Roadhouse would have made it less hectic, right? Not in the line of the fight, or whatever. He was wrong, okay, he was probably dealing with more supernatural stuff than he did when he was on the actual hunt. This was ridiculous.

Whatever made this scene, though—it was out for attention, and to make a name for itself. You don’t just literally leave floating blood unless you wanted people to notice that, okay, this isn’t normal. Aidan figured witch or demon, possibly—he was looking for traces of sulfur when someone stopped him. Step back, Aidan almost wanted to snort. No one even know what they were dealing with. “Of course. Sorry, Officer.” A little sarcastic, but Aidan took a little bit of a step back, eyes surveying the area. He’d need to look around to get clues, dammit. The agents that were definitely coming would ruin the scene. “I just wanted to take a look around, maybe help.”

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What about Harris?

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outofshades;

I didn't get drunk but I got drained and slightly burnt. And I stuffed myself to the tits with food. And walked a lot. So I'm really tired. But I had some ideas for the plot and wondered if anyone else wanted to join in ?

I was thinking something needs to happen inside the dome like a spreading disease with no known cure, or like maybe a serious of various omens happen first? 

Also, I'll get on those starters as soon as I energize c:

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I'm going to this BBQ at my moms with my mother in law and we're gonna get hammered drunk and eat lots of burgers so I'm gonna go get ready. If you'd like me to write up a starter for your character, send me an ask or idk, like this? :)

Have a good day!

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Charlie surveyed the scene from the Boston point of view. It was a mess. Not only were the woman's halves on opposite sides of a thing they didn't understand yet but her blood seemed to be floating in mid air. Like condensation on glass, except there wasn't any glass. It would be a joke to say it was the worst he'd seen, perhaps the hamburg flight was up there. Prying his eyes from the partial body, he scanned the massing crowd. Everyone was buzzing, everyone was scared. A few souls tried to pass the yellow tape, just to see for themselves why there was a blood streak hanging in thin air. With quick steps, he approached one person in particular who had slipped under the tape and was about half way to the scene of the crime. 

"Sorry, can't get any closer. You're gonna need to step back." Nowadays he barely concerned himself with simple P.D matters, the cops in the area could handle this but he was on his way out and figured, why not. It could give him a chance to question a potential witness, to gain some sort of insight before Olivia and her team arrived. 

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Fringe Pilot - Pre-air missing scene