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?
Some things never changed, like the way the rivers in Sweetwater always ran crisp in animosity towards the seasons changing. Always the same icy canals that harbored its own supply chain that ran congruent, but not contingent to the droll lives of its residents.
And Margret had changed, but not really. Like the rivers she fought against the tides of fate. She had not changed as much as people thought she did, because she was still skipping gym class but instead of boxing in the unmonitored bathroom of Hallway A, she was chewing spearmint bubble gum and skulking behind bookshelves with a heavy pad of stolen hall passes burning a hole in the pockets of her swimming distressed denim wide legged jeans. She had changed in the sense that she had grown up some much to her anguish, forced through a year of hellfire.
She snapped the book she was thumbing through with a decisive crack. She needed another Chuck Palahniuk book like she needed an aneurysm (though these days that fate did not sound so bad... ha!). She rolled her eyes and shoved the useless thing back onto the shelf, moving on to instead a book by Octavia Butler and repeating the motion. A bell rang, some students shuffled, but Margret stayed put, unhurried by the construct of timed routine. Her angular uncovered shoulders hunched forward, mocking the school dress code in an unbothered strategy of teenage rebellion.
She was skeptical of the synopsis but it would have to do. Snap!
With her chosen raison d’être tucked beneath an unshaven armpit she rounded the corner she began heading towards the library clerk desk, distracted as she shuffled the notebooks around in her school bag, trying to make room in the heavy thing that already strained her back just a few weeks into the marking period. So distracted that she didn’t see the other person rounding the corner and smacked directly into them, spilling several books from her arms and onto the floor.
last edited Mar 29, 2021 3:10:28 GMT by Margret Sung
Jade and Margret had been close before Margret's...whatever had happened to her. Jade had been there at the party of course and had all her own theories about what had really happened out there. She hadn't even heard that Margret was back so when she walked past the library and saw her friend inside she felt her stomach twist with excitement and disappointment all at once. Why hadn't Margret told her she was home?
She dashed inside the library but hadn't expected Margret to come around the corner at that moment and she ran right into her. She ignored the spilled books and wrapped her arms around her friend in a tight hug. "You're back!! Why didn't you tell me! Girl, I've missed you!" she said, squeezing her perhaps a bit too tight.
She was hot blooded, quick to take action especially in the case of anger. It still swelled up inside her but not as the explosive crash that gripped her spirit, but a slow tidal swell that subsided as she caught strands of long hair blur along the edges of her peripherals and a hug that was entirely too tight. The tension left her body and her shoulders dropped softly. She hadn’t thought of it until now, but a subconscious part of Margret was dreading this moment and she had suddenly come to the realization that… she didn’t know what to say.
Jade’s arms were soft and feminine like an overstuffed goose feather pillow and while Margret preferred to keep her emotional cards close to her chest her body betrayed her as she leaned in towards the hug, slender arms wrapping tightly around her cherished friends waist, her face burying itself into the crook of her warm pale neck. A dose of much needed genuine serotonin from a year of sanitized clinical surroundings that left Margret needing to eat her feelings in pill form.
Dark almond eyes lifted up to catch a Library volunteer peeking in at their intimate moment from behind the desk and Margret quickly pulled away, stepping backwards around the bookshelf corner and gently pulling the lavender haired girl with her by her wrist. She held onto it.
Then they were alone and Margret stared into Jade’s eyes for a moment, her expression searching for the answer she wanted to hear because the truth was not kind.
“I missed you too,” she whispered finally and let go of Jade’s wrist. "I didn't want you to be disappointed."
Were they strangers now? What had Jade been doing the past year? Who were her new friends? Were they kinder than Margret was? Better behaved?
A soft smile replaced an expression of uncertainty as she reached out to touch a piece of Jade's hair, softly deflecting the sticky topic. "I like your hair. You look like a celebrity."
Jade hummed as she squeezed her long lost friend. There had been a while there when she wasn't sure if Margret would ever come home at all. She had been keeping a close watch on her parents for any signs that they might move away or something in fear that they would take away her best friend and Jade wouldn't even get to say goodbye.
She was completely unaware of the peeking librarian but allowed Margret to pull her to somewhere more private without hesitation. She was smiling from ear to ear, she just couldn't believe that after a year Margret was finally here, standing in front of her.
Her brown eyes went wide with surprise. Disappointed? How could she been disappointed!? Jade smiled and tapped the tip of her finger once against the point of Margret's cute nose. "I'd never be disappointed, you should know that," she said, beaming brightly.
Her gaze followed Margret's hand as she reached towards her and she shimmied her shoulders playfully at the compliment. The last time her friend had seen her she had still had black hair though with an underlayer of pink. "I feel like a celebrity," she said with a giggle.
She had a million questions but realized that now was probably not the best time or place to ask them. "Can we please hang out after school?" she said pleadingly, bouncing on her heels as she reached to take both of her friends hands in hers.