03.2023 | WELCOME BACK! Hello friends old and new! I'm so excited to welcome you all back to SITW! I've made some changes to the plot and added the ability to play supernatural charcaters! So come and check it out! I can't wait to jump back into this little town with all of you!
A strange history surrounds the town, it is a place where mysterious and supernatural things have been known to happen. The reputation of the town reguarly draws in visitors and newcomers alike. While some residents avidly believe in the supernatural, others are far more skeptical. What do you believe?
Post by Christopher Hutton on Jun 7, 2023 23:11:41 GMT
It had taken years, but he’d finally done it - he’d found her. His one that got away. She had needed space, he understood that now. Though she had never returned his calls or even read the messages he sent - and that had hurt at first, even made him so angry - he knew that they were still meant to be together. She had needed space, needed time, and he had given her that - more than enough of it. Now it was time to build the bridges and reconnect, she would finally see that she’d made a mistake all those years ago. Sure, Christopher had done some things he regretted… but he’d done them all for her, surely she saw that now. Hell, he’d even come all this way to some postcard town in the middle of nowhere to find her. He’d signed a lease, arranged for his things to be dropped off, and now he was in a general store (what town didn’t even have a supermarket these days) picking up her favourite snacks and a few basics for himself. Even after everything she’d done, after she’d tore his heart out, Christopher was still thinking of her.
The small town already felt suffocating, he was used to sprawling cities and living in high rises. The air smelled distinctly sweet. As it had at home when he was a boy. Like cut grass, pollen, with an oddly cloying undernote that stuck in his throat and made it difficult to breathe. Even inside the buildings, Christopher couldn’t quite escape it, the smell seemed to seep through the woodwork and follow him no matter where he went - and every so often it would stir up an unwelcome memory of home. Of the study his father kept, the sound of his mother stifling sobs behind a closed door - perhaps this was why he had found comfort in the vastness of a city, being lost in a crowd, it was so far from the village he had grown up in. A village where everyone knew each other, where privacy was an illusion, and one where word and rumour spread faster than wildfires in midsummer. Cities were nothing like that, but Streetwater seemed eerily familiar despite his never setting foot in it before.
As he moved through the small store, dropping item after item into the little wire basket - Christopher found himself planning the next few days ahead. He still needed to arrange for some furniture to be delivered, hang some paintings, find a mattress that would be better for his back, email his mother and ask her to send some decent tea - Yorkshire or Twinings rather than Lipton which seemed to be favoured in the States - the list went on and on. Everything had to be perfect, he would settle for nothing less. If this dingy little town was to be their home, the very least he could do was make the newly rented flat an oasis amongst the small town charm. The man was so engrossed in his mental todo lists, he wasn’t paying much attention to his surroundings - it was only a matter of time before he bumped into something or someone.