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 just before dusk, the sun casting a warm orange glow that attempted, and failed, to make the Sunny Heights Trailer Park look like it wasn't quite as trashy as it really was. Milo hadn't gone home after school. He had gone to do a job and now had a nice new wad of cash in his pocket. Lucky it was larger bills and wasn't all that noticeable in the front pocket of his favorite black skinny jeans with the holes in the knees.
He rode his longboard back towards Sunny Heights but he still wasn't heading in the direction of his own trailer. Instead he was looking for Ida and Ellis D. He assumed they would be most likely to hang out at Ida's trailer, so he made his way there first. He stopped in front of her trailer and kicked up his board, catching it and picking it up. He wore a simply white v-neck tee and his hair was his typical dark mess of curls as he knocked on the door.
Ida was big on characters and impersonations. Once she had a drink or two in her system, she would pull them out -- some new, some easily recognizable fan favorites, that is if you hung around her long enough to get to know them. Tonight, after two lukewarm cans of Pabst Blue Ribbon, she was Inspector Marmalade -- a sexy French detective who solved cases through her sense of taste. Essentially, through licking things. Ida knew it was gimmicks like this that made most people think she was completely insane. It was a good thing she found herself so goddamn funny.
Just now, Ida aka Inspector Marmalade had just been trying to solve the case of the missing bottle opener. The beer she’d bought off Rudy at the other end of the trailer park had finally chilled in the fridge, but for lack of a bottle opener, it remained sorrowfully closed. Inspector Marmalade was combing the apartment with exaggerated interest, running a finger across the counter then holding it to her lips and pretending to taste it. Her oversized flannel was tied up to her chest, exposing her stomach, and she had donned Hank’s discarded reading glasses all as part of her act.
“Oh, Monsieur,” she cooed in an offensively sexed up French accent, “this is the most difficult case that my taste buds have had to crack. I think you--” Suddenly Ida swore, jumping on one foot in pain. Grumbling, she bent down, and picked up the bottle opener which had been hiding on the lip between the living area and the kitchen. “Got you, mon trésor.”
Just then, she heard a knock at the door. Ida’s heart stopped for a second. Surely it wasn’t Hank. He wasn’t supposed to be home for another couple of days. Hank did have a rather annoying habit of showing up unannounced at the most inconvenient of times, though it was technically his home she supposed. Still, since he was never around, his presence was always invasive and unwelcome.
Ida peeked through the small crack between the door and the wall. Seeing who was on the other side, she smiled and flung the door open - still in full Inspector Marmalade swing. “Bonjour, mon petite chérie. Wherever have you been? Don’t lie; Inspector Marmalade always uncovers the truth.”
Post by Ellis D. Youngblood on Mar 29, 2021 18:50:24 GMT
Milo was a smart one--Ellis D. was indeed at Ida's. It was his refuge from his home, where his hellish mother resided and his burdensome sister did too. He loved them both, in a way, but they also made his life far harder than it should have been at his age. They always had, from the time he was young. He'd been the husband, father, brother, and breadwinner since he was fourteen. His mother was a thief and his sister was needy. When his eyelids felt heavy and his body weary, the last place he settled to rest was home.
Ida and her impeccable French accent was a distant dream to the snoozing Ellis D. from where he lay sprawled on her bed. He would have slept in Hank's but he liked to return at any random moment and it was much easier for him to hide under Ida's bed or in her closet than in Hank's room. Been there, done that, didn't want to again.
Ellis D. had removed his shirt and unbuttoned his pants, though he had the decency to keep them on. With them open it was easier to slip his hand into his boxers and wrap his precious goods in a warm hold--a sure way to help him drift peacefully into dreamland. He lay that way on his back now, his other arm draped above his head, the hand hanging off the side, fingers twitching periodically.
It was the opening of the front door that drew Ellis D. from where he adventured. It was a shame. Life was easier when he was sleeping. He didn't open his eyes but he did toss a little, removing his hands from his pants and turning to his side. Maybe if he ignored the sound he would be left alone to continue sleeping.
Milo smirked and chuckled as Ida swung open the door and greeted him as Inspector Marmalade, a character he knew very well and clued him in to the fact that Ida must have been drinking. "YES! Inspector Marmalade, you know how much I adore you!" Milo tossed her a wink and moved to take her head in both of his hands and moved to press a kiss to each of her cheeks if she let him in the typical French style, or so he'd been told.
He stepped past her and into the trailer. "I'm clearly already behind, got any drinks left?" he asked, half teasing Ida as if accusing her of drinking everything in the house. "Is Ellis D. here?" he tacked on the question but didn't wait for an answer before he started to move through the small space and pushed open the door to Ida's room. "Aha!" he said triumphantly. He picked up a pillow that had fallen on the floor and tossed it as his friend. "Wakey wakey!" he said before popping back out of the room towards Ida.
“Now that we have the bottle opener, mon petite fromage, ze world is our oyster.” Ida slung the fridge open, but not before pausing to catch a long look at Ellis D.’s half-naked form. She bit her lower lip. Nap, my ass, she thought, slightly offended that she wasn’t invited. She pulled out three beers and popped the tops off the two of them, leaving the third on the counter for Ellis D., when he cared to join them. She put the other into Milo’s fist as he came charging back into the room.
“But Inspector Marmalade sees right through your diversion tactics, monsieur. You will not get far trying to out fox ze foxy lady.” She took a swig of her beer and let out a very unladylike belch. She stepped right up to Milo, sniffing him melodramatically. “You better spill ze beans, chérie, because my senses do. not. Lie.” Ida licked up the length of his neck, then spit, wrinkling up her face. In her shock, she dropped her French accent and became Ida once again. “God, you taste awful. Where have you been hiding out - a barn?”
Post by Ellis D. Youngblood on Mar 30, 2021 11:31:33 GMT
Ellis D. was tempted to spring up from his resting place and wakey wakey his fists via Milo’s stupid face, but he refrained. Instead he grumbled some profanities and threats that were lost on the younger boy as he left the room to engage with Ida.
With sleep robbed, Ellis D. did move to sit up. He gave himself time, though. He sat on the edge of the bed, barely listening to the conversation in the kitchen.
Milo accepted the newly opened bottle with a grin. "Perfect!" he said with a grin and took a sip of it just as Ida burped loudly. He smirked, shaking his head in amusement. He was still pointedly ignoring her questioning but chuckled when she started to sniff him in typical Inspector Marmalade fashion. And then she was licking his neck, causing goosebumps to rise up on his arms.
He laughed when she wrinkled up her face and dropped her accent. "Well maybe you shouldn't go around licking people, weirdo," he teased with a laugh, though he secretly liked it, and gently bumping his palm against her shoulder to lightly push her away. He stepped over to the couch and flopped down in it before taking another sip of his drink.
A twinge of annoyance caused her eyebrow to twitch. Milo’s personality - however charming - allowed him to be evasive to great effect when he wanted to be. While he certainly wasn’t an open book, Ida and Ellis D. were close, and with a little prying were usually able to break some of his secret shenanigans free. But this...this was different. It had been cooking for some time now. Ever since Milo quit his job at Dave’s he had started to do incredibly well for himself. He didn’t flaunt it (that wasn’t his way), but to anyone that hung around him could see the changes easily enough. Ida figured it was one of those things that would surface with time, but so far he’d been playing it incredibly close to the chest. Which - for a persistently nosy person like herself - was endlessly irritating.
“Hey Jefe,” Ida called into the other room at Ellis D. “Milo isn’t playing my game with me. It’s mean. Make him stop.” She plopped down on the couch next to Milo, smiling sideways at him. Too bad he was so goddamn slick.
Post by Ellis D. Youngblood on Mar 30, 2021 17:34:54 GMT
Ellis D. was tempted to be sour. He could do that well sometimes. But he stepped outside of his disrupted self and was able to see that his friends were in good moods. Playing moods. The last thing he wanted to do was be a storm that disrupted them (the way he'd been disrupted). So he made a decision to not.
"Play the game, Milo." Ellis D. commanded in a tired yet authoritative plea as he stepped down the hall and came into the kitchen. He took up the unopened bottle from the counter, rightfully assuming it was for him, and would extend it towards Ida, assuming she still had the opener (even if she didn't).
Then, to address the elephant in the room, he set his gaze on their friend and asked,
Milo looked down at Ida as she sat beside him and stuck his tongue out at her playfully when she called in for backup. It seemed that at least she got Ellis D. to come out of the room and join them. "Oh well if you say so," he replied when Ellis D. tried to tell him what to do. Bossing him around was never the way to get Milo to actually comply to something, even it was done in a friendly way, which he wasn't picking up from Ellis D.
This was only confirmed at the followup question that his friend asked. Milo scoffed. "No! I'm not selling drugs. And if I was it wouldn't be any of your business," he replied taking another swing and looking at the two of them out of the corner of his eye as he did so, a light smile lifted his lips.
last edited Mar 30, 2021 21:41:55 GMT by Milo Laurent
Twenty questions. Ida loved this game. Thankful for Ellis D.’s backup (and really just his presence overall), she rose to her knees on the couch and took the beer, sliding the bottle opener out over her back pocket. She popped the top off, took a swig and handed it back to Ellis D. “Just had to test it. Make sure it wasn’t poisoned.”
Ida then turned her attention to Milo. Feeling exceptionally annoying, she decided she wasn’t going to let this go. “So is it sex then? A sugar momma perhaps? No judgement here, just asking for a friend.” She wiggled her eyebrows and bit the air with crude sexiness.
Post by Ellis D. Youngblood on Mar 31, 2021 3:39:20 GMT
Ellis D. hardly noticed when Ida tasted his beer first. He was used to her antics at this point. They almost never bothered him and typically served to endear, though every now and then she crossed a line. Even then, Ellis D. communicated openly and they moved on. She was one of the guys. No drama, low maintenance. He’d seen her that way for years before he suddenly didn’t. Now he wasn’t sure exactly what he saw when he looked at her.
“Prostitution, then.” Ellis D. echoed Ida, and he was relieved. Though still a toxic source of income, it was way better than peddling drugs from his perspective. He stepped back far enough to lean against the counter and took a long, dehydrated swig.
Milo scoffed at their accusations. "Yep, that's me, I'm a man whore now. Aren't you lucky to be friends with me?" he said sarcastically. He rotated on the couch, lounging out with his back tucked in the corner between the back of the couch and the arm rest and stretched out a leg to lay over Ida's lap.
"Ms. Thompson called me into her office today," he said, speaking of the school counselor. "Apparently I'm failing too many of my classes and I'm not gonna graduate this year."
Ida made a noise of discontent as Milo’s leg plopped onto her lap. But she sighed, and set her beer on it like one would a coaster. But the next words that came out of his mouth caught her off guard. Failing? Certainly everyone knew that school wasn’t his strong suit - not for lack of smarts, just a seeming inability to do what he was told. But somehow Milo always managed to pull things off. She assumed this would be the same. But this? This was somehow entirely unexpected.
“Well, what...” Ida started, trying to shift gears from her sketch comedy routine to genuine human emotion. She spluttered. “Surely it’s not too late. I mean, what does Ms. Dr. Dame Thompson, Emeritus O.B.E. know about anything, anyway? Surely there’s something you can do. Something we can do.” She looked at Ellis D. then back at Milo again.
Post by Ellis D. Youngblood on Apr 1, 2021 13:17:33 GMT
Ellis D.’s concern for his friend grew again, and it had nothing to do with not graduating. If Milo wasn’t selling drugs or his body then how was he getting his money? Most importantly, was it illegal? And who would fall out with him when the crap from it all hit the fan? Ellis D.’s gaze flickered to Ida. She was looking at him.
“Uh, man, that sucks dude. Are they offering summer school?”