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 a couple of days after the gallery event and Alexis was feeling on edge. She was bored and frustrated. She'd seen Ellis D. and Bethany at the general store working, and laughing, together. They hadn't seen her or at least she was pretty sure they hadn't but it had fueled and angry fire in her belly and she just wanted to escape. The last place she wanted to be was at home so she got in her car and just started driving.
She drove away from town, looking for the more empty roads of the outskirts of town. Then sun had just set and the surrounding area was incredibly dark, no streetlights had been installed out here which was typical for rural areas like this. She had music up so loud she couldn't hear anything else. A weed vape pen was in her glove box, thank god for Colorado legalizing the drug, and she had every intention of finding some secluded place and getting completely lit. She kept an eye on her speedometer, occasionally edging as much as 7 over the speed limit but typically averaging about 5 over. Surely not enough to get pulled over but let her feel some sense of rebellion.
She wore short black jean shorts and a black tank as if hoping that summer was right around the corner but had ended up tossing on a loose sweater on top when she realized it was more chilly than she would have liked. It had fallen off of her left shoulder and hung loose over her arm but she didn't attempt to fix it.
Post by Waylon Sanders on Sept 14, 2023 21:21:30 GMT
Waylon was on the rare late night patrol sitting off the road on one of many back roads. It was always quiet he never expected much hell he had already let some speeders go by, saved on paper work in the morning. He was texting his kids the youngest ones were easy to deal with they had decent relationships with him but his oldest (currently arguing with him over a planned visit in a few weeks) we'll it was complicated. Frustrating really.
Headlights had him looking away from his cell, it passed going a little over (he gave everyone five over because he did five over usually) the speed limit but as the car passed and as clear as day theh had a brake light out...he had to at least warn them. Putting family drama aside he fired his unmarked black Bronco up tossed his phone in the seat beside him and called the station. Blue lights lit up the rest of the darkness as he followed.
Post by Alexis Vanderson on Sept 14, 2023 21:41:03 GMT
Her music was too loud to hear the sirens, if there were any, but in the blackness of the night it was impossible to miss the bright flash of blue. She looked down at her speedometer first. He wasn't really gonna pull her over for going just a few over right? Come on! But what else could it be?
"Fuck," she said to herself. "Fuck fuck fuck!" she said again, now smacking her palms against the steering wheel with each word before she pulled off to the side of the road and put it in park. She pulled open the glove box so she could rummage around for the car's registration and left the door hanging open without thinking about it. He wouldn't peg her on the vape right? It was legal right? She didn't even see it for the time being, too distracted on getting out the correct paperwork for the officer. "Fuuuuuck," she said again as 'Unholy' by Sam Smith blasted on the radio.
She wouldn't even think of turning it down until the cop approached her car at which point she'd turn it down but not completely off as she rolled down her window.
Post by Waylon Sanders on Sept 14, 2023 23:27:18 GMT
Waylon was always glad when someone pulls over immediately it made him feel easier about a stop, he came to a stop behind the car leaving his Bronco at an angle just out of habit the fear of a car plowing them loomed forever behind a Cops mind. He swung the door open and his boots were on the pavement, he stopped to put his cowboy hat on (always on). He wore tight fitting jeans and a black button up that was tucked into said jeans, badge on his hip and his service piece on his side.
He approached with caution as usual and bent down to look through the window, Waylon never forgot a pretty face and for that he was glad because she was the flirty girl from the gala or whatever. She had left before he could speak with the little pretty lady (he would have left with her) but he took Becky Harshet home so it hadn't been a total loss.
"Hello Miss lady," he smiled and waited for her to roll her window down.
Post by Alexis Vanderson on Sept 14, 2023 23:35:00 GMT
Alexis was first met with the sight of well fitted jeans held up with a buckle and a shiny badge clipped to the belt. She wasn’t complaining. It was a rather alluring sight actually.
Though as the officer bent down she immediately knew who he was. The sheriff was a well known face in town and she had known his face for years but it was particularly the memory of the night at the art studio she was remembering now.
A flirty smile of hers had been returned by said sheriff. How naughty of him. She rolled down the window and that same flirty smile played on her lips as if she had no control over it.
“Well hello, Sheriff,” she purred, looking up at him under her dark mascara lined lashes. “What can I help you with tonight?” She has never gotten a ticket in her life and was determined to keep that record regardless of how she got it.
Post by Waylon Sanders on Sept 15, 2023 1:55:27 GMT
Waylon wore his natural smile (not the Award winning one that was kind of fake) his eyes ate up every inch of her big bad wolf like smile, the way her top laid off of her smooth shoulders. Those blue eyes with the reflection of his siren lights, oh my, he thought as he leaned against her car.
"Waylon is fine, I couldn't forget a face like yours miss, the gallery right? You ran off before I could speak with you," Waylon said trying to ignore those lips, "Not...not why I pulled you over though, you got a brake light out..."
Post by Alexis Vanderson on Sept 15, 2023 2:09:36 GMT
Well this was turning out even better than she had originally hoped. She thought she would have to be the one doing all the flirting but she couldn’t mistake the way Waylon was looking at her. She’d seen that look many times before. But Waylon was a cop, head cop even. Ethics might mean they should steer clear of each other but it only made Alexis more interested.
“Ya, the gallery. I remember,” she said with a coy little grin. When he told her why he had pulled her over though she was momentarily distracted. She leaned a bit to try to stick her head slightly out the window to look at the back of her car as if she could see the taillight from her. She couldn’t.
“Oh shoot, is it really?” She asked, sitting back in her seat. “That’s…not a ticketable offense, is it Waylon?” she said, intentionally using his name.
Post by Waylon Sanders on Sept 15, 2023 2:59:23 GMT
The way she said his name, 'Waylon,' had the Sheriff cowboy biting his lip before making a sucking noise through his teeth, "No ma'am not the first one," he wouldn't have given her one on the second or even third, probably not the fifth time either, "but can't say what the next officer might do, can I get your ID and registration though?" he stood up straight as she either got what he had requested or didn't, "Don't know about you miss but I didn't get all that gallery stuff, guess you didn't either?"
Post by Alexis Vanderson on Sept 15, 2023 14:56:42 GMT
No, he was certainly not being shy about his interest. The way he bit his lip and drew in a breath had her squeezing her thighs together nearly subconsciously.
"Well, I'm certainly grateful that you're not a different officer then," she replied with a little grin and bat of her lashes as she reached into a pocket on the back of her phone to pull out her ID and handed that and the registration she'd already got out of the glove box out the window to the sheriff. Her ID was valid, stating her correct age and full name. She watched carefully, wondering if he might have any idea she was Vanderson already or if he would care when he found out. She had no intention of trying to scare him off with her influential family name.
"No, not so much," she answered his question. She brought her left hand to her bare left shoulder, drawing absent circles and doddles over her skin with her fingertips as she shifted her body slightly to open up in his direction. Though still separated by the car door she hoped he'd notice that she wasn't shying away from him by any means. "I was far more interested in the people there than the art," she added as she blatantly looked him up and down before biting her lip softly.
Post by Waylon Sanders on Sept 17, 2023 19:04:11 GMT
Waylon checked the ID a few times, Vanderson, the Sheriff connected the name Alexis to the name Price Vanderson and then Nico ther Uncle. This was no longer little Alexis Vanderson the Sheriff could see, double checking her age he could also see that her attention was all on him and if he wasn't going to give her a ticket before he double wasn't going to do it now.
"Alexis I haven't seen you in a few years, how's the family?" he handed her ID and registration leaning closer down tipping his hat up, "but yeah I was definitely more interested in the people myself, still interested in the people too," he joked, "Where are you headed?"
Post by Alexis Vanderson on Sept 18, 2023 17:17:24 GMT
He asked after her family and she took it as a possible sign that he might pull back his flirtations. She certainly didn't want that to happen so she figured she'd need to up her game to try to ensure he didn't give up. "Oh they're just fine, Officer Waylon," she purred, using his first name like he'd asked but also adding in a title just for the fun of it. "Nothing to report, same old same old at home." She bit her lip seductively, not even trying to hide her intentions as she looked back up at him, doing so in that little submissive way of looking up through her lashes.
She took note of him being interested in the people and wondered if he'd left with someone that night. She was a lucky woman if that was the case. "Oh, nowhere in particular," she said truthfully. "I was just gonna go find some camping spot or something to go and relax," she told him. Relax and get high actually but she decided not to include that little detail.
Post by Waylon Sanders on Sept 25, 2023 18:35:33 GMT
Waylon ticked all the boxes:
- of age
- seduction
- reciprocated flirting.
"Well miss Vanderson, my shift is about over and my place isn't to far if you wanted to follow me? I don't have any of my tools with me but I'd be more than happy to fix your light," he turned on his charming smile and 'I'll fuck you eyes' his intentions were just as clear.
Post by Alexis Vanderson on Sept 25, 2023 18:50:47 GMT
For the briefest moment Alexis felt disappointment. Was she going to be stuck watching Waylon fix her car while he inadvertently deprived her of the high she had been so looking forward to? But then she caught the expression in his gaze and instantly changed her mind. Actually this was going to be even better than her original plan.
"That's awfully kind of you, Sheriff," she purred up at him with those 'fuck me' eyes. "Thank you, I'll be sure not to follow you too closely," she said, biting seductively on her lip.
Waylon clicked his tongue handing Alexis back her ID and registration, "Follow me miss," he tapped the top of her car turning back towards his. Waylon would climb back into his Bronco first calling dispatch that he was signing off for the night and would lead Alexis back to his place.
He opened the garage for her and he would pull in the other spot behind his classic truck that occupied the other bay. Exiting the Bronco and putting his hat back on Waylon would enter the garage not heading toward his tools but the door leading into he house, "you can come in I need to let out Smokey and Bandit," he opened the door so she could enter if she chose.
Post by Alexis Vanderson on Oct 3, 2023 15:31:41 GMT
Alexis drove behind Waylon all the way to his house. Her heart was racing and her skin was warm as blood rushed through her veins in the thrill of how the evening had turned out. As they got closer back into town and hit a stop light she pulled the weed vape from her glove box and took a couple of hits, knowing it would kick in in only a few minutes. She tossed it back into the glove box as the light turned green and sure enough, as soon as she pulled into his garage as he had directed her, she started to feel a little spacey in her head and heavy in her limbs.
She got out of the car, her sweater still hanging low on her arm to expose her shoulder and he'd get a good view of just how short her shorts were, high enough that he'd be able to see the slight curve of the bottom of her backside if he looked at her from behind. She smiled a little to herself. Smokey and Bandit somehow seemed the perfect dog names for a man like Waylon, for a sheriff.
Alexis was fine around small dogs but big ones made her a bit nervous. She was sure though that if Smokey and Bandit were indeed dogs and not cats or something, that surely Waylon would have big dogs. She made her way through the door a little bit behind him and looked around at his house and how he chose to decorate it. "Do you live here alone?" she asked. "Any kids? Wife?" she said with a casual tone, preparing for the chance that they might not be entirely alone.