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?
Post by Waylon Sanders on Mar 19, 2023 15:34:36 GMT
Waylon was up and early he'd gotten the whole (small) department coffee and as cliche as it sounds donuts. He was always in first anyways to relieve the third shift officers and dispatch, talk to the usual drunk patrons in the cell, and he flirted it up with the first shift desk receptionist.
"Good morning Sheriff," was a chorus of greetings and he'd flash that award winning smile and handed out his goodies, "extra coffee?"
Most would assume that was a normal question but when Waylon usually brought extra coffee or donuts it meant two things: he was bringing a woman with him so she could get her ride or he was bringing in somebody he didn't really care for and seeing as no pretty woman had arrived with him it was the latter.
"Ah yeah, Milo is coming by, could you put this in the fridge don't want to risk burning his mouth," it was black coffee decaffeinated and the donuts were regular glazed with that ridiculous amount of icing with the tasteless sprinkles like for kids, "when our little Milo gets here send him my way please," removing his hat and grabbing his own coffee Waylon headed into his office to work while he waited to see if Milo would even show.
He had strongly considered not showing up at all. He had no idea what the Sheriff wanted to talk to him about. Last time he checked he hadn't broken any laws...that he could remember. And if he had then surely he'd be under arrest and not asked to come into the office eventually. He hadn't answered the text that had woken up him and debated if he would go or not.
Finally, it seemed that curiosity got the better of him. And the donuts were tempting even though it was hilarious that the cop would invite him over for donuts. Of course he did. Stupid, fat, donut-eating cops.
It was just past noon when Milo finally walked into the sheriff's station. He too started to flirt with the receptionist, leaning on the desk with a charming smile and complimenting how pretty she looked today. "If only I were here to see your pretty face," he said with a wink. "But Sanders asked me in. Do you know where he is?" he asked, and then looked around before leaning a little closer and whispering. "Or what he wants?"
last edited Apr 14, 2023 15:18:10 GMT by Milo Laurent
Waylon was already walking out of his office when he heard little Milo flirting with the receptionist, she was kinder than Waylon thought he'd be she gave a fake smile but it had a condescending heir to note. Shaking his head Waylon spoke, "Hey Casanova why don't you calm it down and get in over your head, office now come on," Waylon turned to enter his office before pausinf at the door, "could you get the kid his treats please sugar," and he continued in his office knowing Milo would follow and Waylon would ask him to close the door before sitting down in his chair behind his desk, his awards for best smile on display, "Thanks for coming down Milo, how's school? And think about your answer because it'll mean you haven't been doing these car break-ins around town..."
Milo's smile immediately turned sour as he rolled his eyes towards Waylon as his condescending words. He was tempted to point out that he probably had gotten far more tail this year than Waylon had in his whole life before he decided it was probably wiser to bite his tongue. For now at least.
At the mention of treats though he couldn't help himself. "Please tell me it's weed," he said with a cocky grin, knowing that saying that to a cop was bound to push more buttons than anyone else.
But he followed the sheriff anyway and closed the door behind him before slumping down into the chair on the other side of his desk and propping one foot up against the lip of the desk. It was then he saw that damn award again for best smile and he couldn't help but roll his eyes at it, like he had every time he'd been in this office. What a stupid thing for a sheriff to display. it was probably the best he had to show for since his limp dick couldn't even please his dog.
"Car break-ins? And you think that petty shit is me? I don't need to break into cars to get money, Mr. Sheriff," he retorted angrily. "Besides, there is a girl at school I'd much rather be hanging out with than bother skipping in the hopes of grabbing a few measley bucks in a random ass car."