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?
On the rare occasion that his Aunt Lenox snagged onto his collar, Beau was always set with numerous tasks that she wanted him to get done. She didn't seem to get the memo about how it worked, though, expecting him to do things because she said so rather than giving him any sort of fiscal motivation - or even merely a reason to want to help her. Aunt Lenox seemed to think that telling him she won't feed him or whatever was enough, that she wouldn't let him keep a door on his frame, etc etc, xyz. As if he didn't take care of himself, feed himself, forge her signature himself - and if she wanted to see a sweaty man changing his underwear, that was on her. Never did he feel more like a human being than when he visited her; it made each interaction that much more fascinating.
That day, she wanted him to make a few returns for her at the shopping center and pick up some things that he didn't even bother skimming by the time he reached it. Beau didn't bother with actually making the returns, he was able to sell them much more than what she bought them for. She didn't seem to understand that some folk would pay a pretty penny for a once-used foot spa. Luckily, he did.
Finally, he pulled her list from his pocket and he glanced over it briefly (looked like stuff for one of his cousins' birthdays or something) before his eyes spotted something on the ground before him, just underneath where the paper fluttered in his fingers. A pocketbook. He snatched it up quickly and stuffed the list into his jacket pocket, zipping the old leather closed. He instantly wanted to open it up and ruffle through it, as was his nature, but there were quite a few people around him. He felt their eyes. He pushed his tongue into his cheek as he fought himself.
Not too far away sat a girl on a bench.
"Ay," he called to her, waving the wallet between his thumb and forefinger, "is this yours?"
Post by Alexis Vanderson on Mar 24, 2021 15:52:45 GMT
Alexis had been using her day to do a little shopping. Or at least that had been her intention. She was planning on meeting up with a friend but they had bailed on her last minute. Shopping without someone to shop with was hardly worth the activity. If she had no one to tell her how an outfit looked then how was she to know if it was a good purchase? She thrived off of the praise of others and didn't like to spend a lot of time alone.
But she was already here and was trying to decide what she wanted to do. It was too nice of a day to just go back home and Alexis usually preferred not to be there anyway with her family constantly nagging at her and looking down on her.
In trying to decide she had sat on a bench and ended up getting lost in the swiping motion of her thumb against the screen of her phone as she thumbed through various social media platforms. She was about to lift her phone a little higher to grab a selfie when someone spoke.
She turned to see Beau, a guy she knew from school. Or at least know OF. She had always found him a bit...creepy and had never made the effort to talk to him before. She looked at the wallet he was waving. It wasn't hers but she couldn't help but wonder if she said it wasn't then he would just take it. "Oh, ya," she said, standing and approaching him with her palm out to accept the wallet. "I must have dropped it."
Ah, right. Beau knew this girl, yeah. Journey McCann--no, wait that wasn't it. His head tilted to the side, almost owl-like in its angle, and he lifted the wallet just out of the girl's reach. There was something inherently untrustworthy about her, like she would tell the school counselor if she saw him rummaging in his backpack for just a little too long. While she certainly looked like she would be named "Journey," or "Makkenzee," or "Reagan," she had something much more palatable. Elizabeth-level normie shit. Beau, as he considered this, simply fixed his dark eyes on her, before using his thumb to snap the wallet's button open. The leather fell downward, revealing a plastic-covered ID of--well, not her.
"Hm."
How funny.
"So, what? You low on cash or something?" he mocked, snapping the wallet shut again. "You smell too funny to just hand wallets to, you got that bougie stench even from here."
Post by Alexis Vanderson on Apr 13, 2021 14:18:54 GMT
Alexis gave the taller kid a surprised look as he pulled the wallet out of her reach and her heart jumped a bit in her chest, feeling uneasy. She looked at him questioningly before he opened up the wallet.
Crap. Alexis hadn't planned on him actually looking inside of it. Couldn't he have done that before and saved her the trouble? Now she'd been caught in a lie. She crossed her arms over her chest as he questioned her and then frowned as he insulted.
"Excuse me?" she asked in an offended, sassy tone. "Maybe I just didn't trust that you'd just keep it if I said it wasn't mine. If anyone looks like they need it, it's you."