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 West Vanderson on Dec 20, 2023 22:13:25 GMT
West was no artist either. He was really good at enjoying art though, from music to paintings, high or sober. So far, the gig here fit, since he cared at least so he didn't come across as if he hated his life to anyone who walked in the door.
He found Hal standing in front of a very loudly colored, modern impressionist painting of a NASA shuttle taking off. The foreground of the large canvas was white and orange and red, vibrant commanding tones of the moment of fuel ignition. Within those blooms was parts of the shuttle, picked out in orange and grey and, casting a stark shadow on the landing pad and tower. Above and behind and taking up a good chunk of the canvas was a swath of midnight blue. It screamed of humanity's attempts to reach the unknown and beyond. The blonde stopped next to Hal, arms folded across his chest, staring up at the work. "I like this one a lot," he said, not looking over at her.
Post by Halah ‘Hal’ Ramzi on Dec 21, 2023 2:57:49 GMT
His presence made her smile slightly, casting a sideways glance at him as he stood there with his arms crossed, admitting he liked the piece before them. It was definitely an interesting piece. She’d always been fascinated by the pursuit of studying space. Why people were so willing to spend money exploring the vast unknown in space, while they still had unexplored depths of the ocean; was something she found very entertaining.
“It is a fascinating one… but I’d still like to know which is your favorite.” Her melodic tone returning once again, gaze returning to look at the young man once again. Enchanting little smile on her lips, a playfulness in her eyes that seemed to betray her serious expression.
Post by West Vanderson on Dec 21, 2023 5:18:11 GMT
The second time she asked, West turned, searching the gallery. While he liked the painting they were looking at now, with its stark contrast, there was one...where was it again. He spent so much time at the front doors he didn't actually remember where every piece was. He moved away and rounded one of the displays. West paused and looked over at Hal, gesturing at the piece.
"It reminds me of a cityscape. Maybe," he said with a shrug. Not that he had ever been anywhere outside of Sweetwater. He'd never seen a city.
It was an extra-long horizontal canvas, shiny silver background with colorful abstract splotches that could be construed as skyscrapers, drips of paint and blurrier splotches implying a reflection in water. Other lines and shapes overlayed the "water" area and concentric circles and other colored bits over the buildings all focused on a vivid titanium white tower in the center. It could have been an alien cityscape. Or a drug trip. It was hard to know for sure, which was partly why he liked it.
Post by Halah ‘Hal’ Ramzi on Dec 21, 2023 7:47:23 GMT
As he moved to locate the specific piece, Hal watched him and then made her way to follow after he gestured to her the piece he liked best. She raised a brow at his words, then looked to study the piece for herself.
“I can see why you might think of a cityscape, though perhaps a little more trippy than an actual one.” Her tone suggested she was absolutely speaking from experience, a curious expression on her face. “Have you done much traveling West?” Hal turned to face him again, taking him in where he stood. He was a good half foot taller than she was, so she definitely had to look up at him. She was a petite thing afterall. Hal was a sucker for the tall ones, they made for fun playthings.
“How long of a break do you get?” She asked softly, stepping around him to look at another piece of artwork, tossing her dark hair over her shoulder.
Post by West Vanderson on Dec 21, 2023 23:23:41 GMT
The blonde grinned as she said it and not him, glancing over at Hal and then back to the canvas. 'Trippy' was certainly a word for it. He'd never seen anything quite like this while on a trip, but he could feel it. Though he didn't particularly have good experiences with trips that were themed to the entire color spectrum.
West looked back to Hal at her question. He watched her size him up, letting his gaze slide down over her chest to her exposed thighs and back. She was small relative to him and while he was by no means a muscular guy, even he felt large by comparison. He couldn't put his finger on where she was familiar from either, but she was definitely off...some kind of sexy something vibes. "Not physically," he said, snorting in faint amusement at his own joke. "You're not from here so I take it you have?" Physically, not just psychologically. He was paying at least some attention. To her profile and her accent and her bare legs more than anything.
"Half an hour." Give or take. It wasn't very long, but he didn't have much of a shift left afterward either. Her moving so close made him shift, turning to follow her, getting a brief scent of her perfume as she tossed the dark sleek curtain of her hair.
Post by Halah ‘Hal’ Ramzi on Dec 22, 2023 6:49:53 GMT
While it wasn’t all that surprising for someone to piece together she was no stranger to travel, Ahl still found it entertaining when it was brought up. She wasn’t even remotely close to being from the area, not even the country. And thanks to time spent through school and with her mother; she had been to many, many different places. She turned to face him now though, brow raised curiously. “What’s stopping you from traveling physically?” Hal found herself asking, genuinely curious.
Perhaps it was because she’d traveled so freely both with her mother, and on her own; she didn’t understand people who didn’t have that desire for adventure and a change of scenery. Though she couldn’t quite blame him, she hadn’t done much traveling since finding herself in Sweetwater… perhaps it was just the charm of the town. Or maybe a curse. Whatever the reason, she was curious. “You’d be right in thinking that, I have a passport that has many stamps in it and memories from all over the world… New Zealand is lovely for an extended stay, I still dream about picnics in the rolling hills there. And don’t even get me started on how enchanting the Waitomo Glowworm Caves are.” She closed her eyes with a sigh, her hand fluttering to her chest, soft smile on her lips.
“Mmmm, any plans?” Her light brown eyes opened again and lifted to his face. She was very aware of just how much attention he was paying to her, and she loved it. If he didn’t have any plans, she could think of a little bit of fun for them both.
Post by West Vanderson on Dec 22, 2023 21:53:55 GMT
West shrugged. Hal had a point. He was his own man now. Sure, he didn't have a job, or money, or really anything to his name (even the motorcycle) but his parents had no true power over him. "I don't know," he admitted. Sweetwater was home. It was safe and easy. For him, anyway. Born to a wealthy family with lots of connections, even the high expectations of his family were nothing compared to some of the shit he knew his friends went through. Milo didn't run away from his problems. He faced them. West could too. Besides, he didn't want to abandon his family. Hate his parents all he might, disagree with his siblings all the time, they were family. This was home. He'd never found anywhere else he really belonged, but his family had to take him in, right?
"New Zealand? With the mountains and sheep?" West shrugged in disinterest. "Plenty of rolling hills and shit around here." He had a point. Sure, they weren't the same rolling hills and snowy mountains such as those filmed in The Lord of the Rings, but close enough. Though he did like the imagined spectacle that a glowing cave suggested. "What about somewhere civilized?" he asked, studying her almost cute daydreaming.
The question of plans for his break, West shook his head. He hadn't even planned to take a break, but here he was, following a strange woman around. Maybe it would feel weird and creepy later.
Post by Halah ‘Hal’ Ramzi on Dec 22, 2023 22:53:54 GMT
Hal looked at him curiously, it quite sure why she found him so fascinating. Perhaps it was his youth… she tapped her chin, that wasn’t it. Not entirely. There was something about him, something she couldn’t quite put into words just yet.
“Yes, with the mountains and sheep; the destination is only have the fun.” She said with a gentle shake of her head, eyes moving to his face with amusement. “Civilized? Like Tokyo, perhaps Paris, maybe Greece or Rome?” She listed off a few with a slight shrug. Hal didn’t typically stay in one place too long, especially in her early twenties. Travel was just one of the things that gave her immense amounts of enjoyment, almost more than the rush of using her siren’s song.
“Well, how about having a little innocent fun with a stranger?” She gave a playful wink, turning to face him and even pretending to brush something off his arm.
Post by West Vanderson on Dec 23, 2023 3:57:04 GMT
West believe that. Life was about the journey, not the destination. It wasn't why he hated college, but it was a fantastic argument against it. He really ought to go on a road trip. He didn't need to visit another country like New Zealand or France or Japan. Just anywhere but here. Hal really had him thinking about it, and wondering why he was still here. Why he had stayed after he turned eighteen. It was a debate that wouldn't be won or lost in one half hour break time at work.
"You've been all those places. What brought you to Sweetwater, Colorado?" he asked honestly, not really sure what to make of this seasoned traveler residing here. Sure, his father traveled and came back to Sweetwater, but he'd been raised here. Hal...Hal clearly hadn't. West understood that tourists like quaint little towns and hiking trails and the wilds, but in small doses. The transplants around here were usually hiding from something. Funny how so many found their way here, meanwhile he couldn't find his way out.
He shouldn't have let her touch him, but he did, cutting his gaze to her hand on his long sleeve and the lint he knew didn't exist there. Clearly the word 'innocent' wasn't being used to mean 'pure.' Not with that wink. Not with the way her lips moved to shape the words, or her touch lingered on his arm. But he couldn't help the stupidity of the words that left his mouth. "What sort of fun?" Clearly, he was still a bit guarded and in command of himself.
Post by Halah ‘Hal’ Ramzi on Dec 23, 2023 6:13:15 GMT
Thinking about travel always made her feel that familiar itch to do so again. And she did when the fancy struck, but mostly she was oddly drawn to the quaint little town of Sweetwater. Something about this town seemed to attract a lot of uniquely special individuals. She’d heard rumors of vampires, which intrigued her to no end. She’d met a few during her travels in Europe and they had been some of her best friends… though that might have just been due to her ability to make their victims more willing to be enjoyed. But damn did it make for some toxic pairings. Her attention returned to the young Vanderson as he spoke and she grinned mischievously.
“Now that, I doubt you’d even believe me if I were to tell you. For the sake of answering; simply that I like the seclusion found here.” Small towns were much easier to hide in plain sight. Especially when they had a lot of other weird things going on. Like the werewolves around the town, mysterious fires and the Bartlett girl that had gone missing. The oddities fascinated her. Hal noticed that he didn’t shy away from her touch or stop her from brushing his arm, this made her pause for a moment to take him in again, biting her bottom lip for a moment before stepping a little closer, tilting her head to look up at him.
“Well, I have all sorts of fun in mind, but for the short length of this break… I think a steamy make out session in a supply closet sounds like a good start.” That melodic tone in her voice once again, playful sparkle in her eyes. The younger adults were so much fun to play with.
Post by West Vanderson on Dec 23, 2023 19:05:42 GMT
West blinked at her. That was a strange thing to say. What exactly wouldn't he believe if she told him? Normal people didn't talk like that. Was she here researching ghost sightings or something? Because everyone in town knew about the missing girl and some of the other strange things. The plague. Except she said she was here for seclusion. Was she running from something or someone? Had she robbed a bank or was some secret agent? None of that seemed right, but she didn't give him much time to analyze anything before she was touching his arm.
He shivered at her musical tone, the confusion and uncertainty gently push aside. The blonde was already curious over what she wanted with him, enough that the blatant nudge got him moving in the right direction. The lack of subtly made it only easier for the young man to understand what Hal wanted. Him. His body. His mouth on hers. It didn't matter who they were to each other or age or if he even really wanted to deep down. Her eyes promised even more. All he had to do was provide a supply closet. "Yes, ma'am," he breathed.
To that end, he found himself offering Hal his hand, to lead her to the far end of the art displays to the very place she spoke of. He used a key to unlock the handle, pulling open the door to the dark space beyond. There were various frames and stands, supplies for setting up the gallery in different manners depending on the art to be displayed. There were also old pamphlets and other boxes on the side shelf. West held the door open, searching for the light switch as otherwise they would be plunged into total darkness once it closed.
Post by Halah ‘Hal’ Ramzi on Dec 23, 2023 21:19:30 GMT
To say she enjoyed the perks of her siren song would be an understatement. There truly wasn’t a thing about herself she didn’t enjoy. Though it had been a minute diminishes enjoyed a swim with her tail in use. She’d have to remedy that in the future, but as for right now; she had one goal in mind; enjoy a little fun with West in the supply closet.
The smile that pulled across her lips as she took his hand and followed him to the other end of the displays and he produced a set of keys to unlock the closet door. She stepped into the closet and let her hand move to his chest as she waited for him to shut the door. “Now, kiss me.” Hal’s melodic tone never wavering as she waited for him to do as he was told.
Post by West Vanderson on Dec 23, 2023 22:20:34 GMT
He found the light switch just as she told him to kiss her. He'd studied her lips enough to know he wanted to do that, but he'd never thought that he would. Now, Hal's hand on his chest in the confined space, he pulled his hand from the door, the closet closing and sealing them in as he wrapped an arm around her waist. West pulled her against him and didn't hesitate to taste her lips with his. That, at least, he had done his fair share of.
Post by Halah ‘Hal’ Ramzi on Dec 23, 2023 23:53:49 GMT
Hal’s eyes never left left his face as he pulled the door shut, sealing them in. In no time his arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her against him, his lips wasted no time in finding hers and she let her hands slowly roam up his chest, returning the kiss with enthusiasm. Why did the young men always taste so good? She found herself pressing up against him more, pushing herself a touch deeper into the kiss by lifting to her tippy-toes.
Post by West Vanderson on Dec 27, 2023 0:31:05 GMT
With her lips on his, West sunk into the moment. The final notes of Hal's demanding melody hung heavy on the air. He'd kissed girls before. But this was nothing like those grey memories. The woman's hands sliding up his chest made his heart beat faster in excitement. He didn't want to stop kissing her. Ever. Especially feeling her press against him. His tongue teased her lips, seeking to deepen their connection even further. One hand gripped the fabric of her dress tightly, the other sliding lower to find and crudely cup her ass. He hesitated to go further on his own.