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?
Ellis D. slammed the door of his trailer harder than he should have. The poor contraption would never close the same way, and the small, beloved pot of dying succulents that MJ had affectionately been calling “Sucky” fell right off the ledge of the little window beside the door, shattering on the planks of the crude wood porch. Ellis D. didn’t notice. Or maybe he didn’t care.
The seventeen year old stormed away from the dilapidated trailer, face red, eyes angry, body aggressive. He wanted to tear the world around him apart. No, he wanted to find a hole to curl up into and die. No, he wanted…he didn’t know what he wanted.
So he headed towards the woods. His intention was to do something, but he stopped when a familiar voice called his name.
Post by Bethany Locklear on Mar 18, 2023 22:16:21 GMT
Bethany, meanwhile, was entirely at peace. It had been an uncharacteristically hot summer day, one Bethany had been forced to spend inside sliding cans of soup on the General Store’s shelves. But no matter. She intended to still snag some of the summer heat for herself. She was currently slumped back in a lawn chair, feet up and eyes closed as she tried to catch the last rays of the sinking sun.
Without opening her eyes, Bethy lifted her lukewarm beer to her lips and took a swig. Dropping it back down, she sighed at the simple pleasure as her exhausted bones settled down into the seat.
Bethany’s peace was broken by the slam of the trailer door. She swore and startled, nearly dropping the beer that hung lazily in her hand. Ellis D., in all his splendor, was stalking away from his trailer, looking like he wanted to be left alone.
Like that was going to happen.
“Eh oh—Ellis,” Bethany called, pulling herself up in her seat, “Why don’t you bring that attitude over here.” She hadn’t abandoned her good mood yet, even though it was one that clearly wasn’t shared.
Post by Ellis D. Youngblood on Mar 24, 2023 20:34:26 GMT
He felt chaotic. He felt reckless. He wanted to bring his fists against something that would crumple, against something that would hurt him back. A physical expression of his inward pain. How could it hurt this much and no one know just by looking? He wanted to cry. He wanted to scream. He want to hurt…
Bethany’s voice was like tossing a bucket of water on a fire. It killed the largest flames, though surely smaller ones still burned. He slowed his walking and did turn, chest heaving as if he’d been running. She always had things to say, sometimes helpful, sometimes not. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to hear it right now, but then again, he didn’t want to be alone. Not with himself. Not at all.
So he headed towards her.
“What are you doing?” His voice was mellow and deep in his chest. There was no hiding his pissy attitude.
Post by Bethany Locklear on Apr 17, 2023 21:57:55 GMT
Bethany slipped her hand down into the cooler at her side, shaking out a beer and tossing it in Ellis D.’s direction. He could catch it or let it drop into the grass. Either way, Bethany would go on sipping hers.
“I was trying to steal some sunlight before it is stolen from me,” She said with playful drama. “But now—” Bethany sighed as she crossed her legs, scrutinizing Ellis D. with her dark eyes, “I’m far more interested in what you’re doing.”
She raised an eyebrow. Bethany was notoriously nosy, and would not be stopped in her quest.
Post by Ellis D. Youngblood on May 14, 2023 12:34:44 GMT
Ellis D. caught the beer, but showed no interest in partaking in it. Alcohol made people do stupid things and he was already feeling stupid without it.
His irritation flared against his friend for a moment. Always blissfully pleasant. Of course, that wasn’t true, but that’s what he was bitterly thinking.
“I’m not in the mood, Beth.” He grumbled his words and set the bottle on the cooler as he reached her.
Post by Bethany Locklear on Aug 17, 2023 17:36:13 GMT
"Tough tit," Bethany responded, taking a swig of beer before crossing her arms and beginning her visual examination of Ellis D. He could be bristly on occasion, but this was different. Bethany tilted her head to the side.
"Your mom doin' okay? How's the kiddo?" Rulin' things out, one topic at a time.
Post by Ellis D. Youngblood on Aug 23, 2023 11:32:20 GMT
He might not have been in the mood to drink, but he’d come when beckoned. He was willing to talk, if summoning the words would take some prying into deep, dirty parts of himself.
“It’s not them.” He murmured reluctantly. “It’s…her.” There was only one her.