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?
Lucky for Brooks, he also lived in the same apartment complex. Funny how they'd never run into each other. He hurried home after work, feeling excitement buzz through his veins. He hadn't had a good jam session with anyone outside of his band in...he didn't even remember when. Probably since before he'd moved to Sweetwater. He had to shower of course, spending all day at the barns wasn't something he could do and then immediately go be social. So he hopped in for a quick shower that accidentally took a little longer than he intended when a few unplanned thoughts started filtering through his head and he found himself with his hand wrapped around his manhood, gently stroking for a few arousing minutes. He woke himself from his trance though before finishing himself off and quickly finished. Ferris was expecting him and he hated to keep people waiting.
He dressed in a black v-neck tee, dark blue jeans, his most loved pair of brown cowboy boots, a simple silver chain around his neck and several chunky rings on his fingers before making his way over to apartment #219. He realized then why they never ran into each other. They were on complete opposite sides of the complex. Each building was labeled: 1, 2, 3, up to 8 and each of those buildings had 3 floors with 4-9 rooms on each floor depending on the building. Ferris was in building 2 where as he was all the way in building 7.
He reached Ferris' apartment with his guitar over his back and a bag of peach rings in his hand as he knocked on the door.
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Apr 11, 2024 19:55:58 GMT
Ferris succeeded in cleaning of most of the table. The rest of his apartment was rather bare. Couch, coffee table and large tv on one wall, video game consoles sitting on the entertainment system beneath. On the back wall, his blue acoustic and the navy electric guitars sat on stands beneath the window, the sill of which contained a somewhat overgrown plant. Metal movie posters covered most of the walls, films like Gladiator and Top Gun and Lord of the Rings among them. The kitchen was just as spartan, with a couple half empty bottles of scotch on the counter. It hardly looked like a lived-in space, though considering how much time he spent at the station, even being off nearly every other day he preferred not to be home.
Tonight was an awkward exception which was why he asked Brooks over. It was that or try to distract himself with video games or play sad acoustic for a few hours. Thankfully, the knock on the door put an end to those plans. He pushed himself up from the couch where he had been flipping through his phone and hauled open the door. "Took you long enough," he said, ruining the joke with a slight smile. Brooks was dressed a lot more comfortably and yet exactly like he saw him at the stables. The V neck was maybe a bit more casual, but the boots and the necklaces screamed modern cowboy. Once again, he had to almost physically remind himself to stop looking. "Wasn't too much of a hike, I hope?" he asked, holding the door open and stepping back to let the man inside. "I spend a lot of time at work," he said in awkward explanation of the space.
He'd spent less time at the equestrian center as the winter months settled in. But he suspected lessons would pick up now that it was spring. Still, he knew what it was like working on a ranch. Sheep weren't horses, by any means, but one inevitably was soaked in sweat and smelled of manure and hay and exhaustion. Not that Brooks looked it in the slightest. He smelled like soap and his hair was still a bit damp, so that explained most of it.
"You wanna order food now? Otherwise I've not got anything in mind, just itching to play." Songs, riffs, just music in general. He missed playing more often and by himself it was hard to get motivated. So hopefully with someone else, it would flow a bit easier.