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?
It was Saturday afternoon, just a little past four o'clock, the day after King had had the misfortune of running into one of his neighbors. The hot, sports bike riding neighbor who had asked him out to lunch and gotten butthurt by his refusal. The thought of her reaction to rejection made King smile to himself, though the thought of the words that had spewed from her mouth like explosive diarrhea irritated him still and made him frown. At the very least, she'd made an impression.
King was at Dave's to get some food. He and his roommates had a rotation for fridge stocking, and someone had dropped the ball. As it turned out, King was the one with the most reliable income, so he volunteered to run out and grab them some things for the next few days.
The biker gang member wheeled his cart towards the only open register. In it was bagels and cream cheese, eggs, whole milk, frozen lasagna and french fries, two bags of chips, a box of beer, and all the ingredient necessary for peanut butter and jelly. He was clearly a young man, and not one who prized keeping a clean diet. That, or he didn't cook. Maybe both.
There were two people in front of him, both with very full carts. King sighed and rest his forearms on the handle of his buggy, letting his eyes drift to the tabloids. While he didn't care about pop culture, the things on the front of desperate magazines made him chuckle. After a little while, he decided to indulge the one labeled 'Entertainment Weekly'. He would be nose deep in the thick of it when he was joined in line by an acquaintance.
Living alone definitely had it's perks. A week's worth of food barely costed $200, though it would be cheaper if Nova didn't feel the need to always, literally always have some sort of sweets on hand. She was a typical woman in that way. Luckily enough for her, her metabolism was as quick as lightning, so there was never any need to really watch what she ate. Anything she did manage to gain would all melt right off anyway. She wasn't necessarily the healthiest eater, and most of her meals consisted of things she didn't really have to cook. Ingredients for fruit salads, sandwiches, and even just the plain old salads were pretty much staples in her kitchen. This week, however, she was feeling more energetic and decided to add a few things she would have to take time to prepare. Steaks, burgers, pasta, and a few packs of chicken with some carefully selected sides, and she was pretty much ready to head out the door. Even after yesterday's encounter, which was all but forgotten, she was bound and determined to make the rest of her week a great one. She fantasized about getting home and diving head first into her new book.
As she made a bee line for the register, she groaned to herself at the sight of all of the people ahead of her, but quickly put herself back into the proper head space. This would only inconvenience her day if she let it. She took her place in line and waited patiently, watching as the cashier had a lovely back and forth with the customer she was currently ringing up. At least the girl worked quickly. However, there was something else that had Nova's attention; the person in front of her. She could swear she knew him from somewhere, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Then it hit her like a ton of bricks and she couldn't stop the audible expletive that cut the air between them - it was the same word she'd used after bumping right into him. Why. The hell. Did she have to run into him again. Now? She resisted the urge to roll her green eyes, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't notice her. It was a stretch, though. She'd already audibly made her presence known.
Stupid. Just stupid. The crap in these magazines were bad lies or stupid truths, but either way King found himself shaking his head and sucking his teeth.
"There's no way Will Smith takes hormones." He scoffed. Still, he didn't put it down. They were doing something right midst the idiocy; he was half tempted to buy it just so he could laugh over the contents with his roommates. A muttered word in an irritating voice drew him from the pages, and he glanced over his shoulder to see the red headed woman from the stairs. King eyed her pointedly, letting his gaze flicker up and down her person twice over before he exhaled out of his nose and shook his head.
"Never got my lunch." It was a mutter of his own, but was clearly not intended to start a moot conversation with her because he turned back to facing the front and looked back at the magazine.
Nova cocked her head, putting her hand on her left hip when he eyed her. She leaned forward on the handle of her own shopping cart, a stern look that was unmistakably universal for 'what the hell are you looking at?' He muttered something under his breath and it took Nova half a second to realize what he'd said. She laughed, she couldn't help but to laugh. She stood back up straight so that both of her hands were on the shopping cart. "Well, it was an offer, not a promise." She muttered back, her tone exuding the same desire to not interact. Even still, she just didn't want him to have the last word.
Knowing what to expect with another back and forth with him, she found it easier to maintain her usual, logical self. If she didn't speak to him, he didn't speak to her. It was that simple. Instead, she eyed the magazine he held and wondered if this was actually his reading material. Would explain a lot.., she thought as she propped an elbow onto her buggy's handle, resting her chin on her upturned palm. Her eyes drifted to the left, staring no where in particular, just anywhere but in his general direction.
The first person was almost finished loading her cart after paying for her goods. Nova sighed to herself when the line began to move forward and another customer joined the line behind her. If she had been excited about getting home to her book before, she was downright ecstatic now.
If an offer wasn't a promise to her then she was surely not a woman of her word. Unlike her, King was. If he said he'd do something--even if it was an offer--an offer that had been accepted, by the way--then he would follow through and do it. She, however, did not possess the conviction. Nothing she said could be taken at face value, then. She was untrustworthy. It made sense, considering her psychotic exchange yesterday; she was unstable on multiple levels.
King would let her have the last word. The higher ground individual always didn't get the last word, and even if he was prone to immaturity, he'd let her take the metal for that today, just as she had yesterday.
He didn't say another word to her or turn around once. Assuming she left him alone, they'd continue on their way without further ado. Granted, their way put them at the same apartment and the same staircase...but King would persevere.