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?
Although Tristan had very little love for the education system, learning there was a rec center and gym open to the public meant he was curious. He didn't work out often, not in the standard sense of lifting weights or treadmills or yoga or other routines. But he did like sports and running and being in the wild. Mostly as a wolf, of course. But he wanted to see what all this little town had available to him, if he was going to be staying here for the foreseeable future. And because he was looking for ways to encouraging Elrond out more. Not that he thought the man interested in the rec center per say, but if he was going to check out the academic side of town for the man, Tristan was going to do so at his own pace.
Besides, having taken on a position as a masseuse in the new massage place at the shopping center, he could think of no better place to both advertise the location's opening and, perhaps, meet some people. Probably more the later.
Despite the cold weather, he wore a T-shirt and sweats, clearly with the same intentions as many of the folks here, which while largely were students, it was clear others around town used the facility. Perhaps not as much in the cold. He started with a tour of the outdoor areas, which were rather sparsely populated in the cold. Tristan moved inside to inspect the weight room and try out some of the machines. He didn't push himself too hard and avoided the more popular machines. Even having picked the unpopular predawn hour, there were just enough people about that the werewolf wasn't entirely comfortable.
Post by Jack Hollifield on Mar 12, 2024 14:41:27 GMT
In contrast, Jack did love to exercise in all the traditional ways. Running was his favorite but he had always preferred to do so outdoors rather than on a track or a treadmill. Unfortunately, he was also not a fan of the cold weather so that kept his winter runs to be forced inside instead. Though it wasn't his favorite, he still did it so that he didn't lose any progress in the meantime.
It wasn't uncommon to see Jack here this early, especially on weekdays when he wanted to get in some physical activity before he started work. He was on one of the benches doing some weight lifting when a man he didn't recognize entered the room. It was rare that Jack saw someone in sweetwater that he hadn't at least seen in passing before and this early hour usually meant that a few specific regulars were the ones in the rec center at this time of day, so the stranger stood out even more.
He watched the man subtly for a few moments as he sat up to take a drink of water and only when Tristan happened to get close enough, Jack spoke up from his spot on the bench. "We don't get too many new faces this early in the morning," he said with a smile, sweat beading on his chest and shoulders. "I'm Jack," he introduced himself.
Post by Tristan Morrigan on Apr 7, 2024 16:41:54 GMT
Tristan could feel eyes on him. But that was rather standard most places he went. He was a stranger, after all. He seemed entirely unaware that sometimes it was because he was handsome. It was actually a bit sadly poetic that his current roommate was legally blind.
The werewolf new the words were directed at him. He turned slowly, taking the man on the weight bench in. He was handsome, something about his short, well-groomed facial hair, outgoing demeanor, even the manner in which he reached out and his scent suggested he was an Alpha in this area. By human, standards, at least. He had the well-muscled look of a man who kept himself not just in shape, but to a routine. A man who cared about his body and wanted to enjoy it. He was quite pretty too. He got the feeling he was in charge of something, if not the rec center or some part of the school, then perhaps something else around town.
After an awkward pause of his observations, he stepped closer. "Tristan," he said. "I moved here a month ago. Working at the massage place." He hadn't actually paid attention to the name of it. Perhaps he should learn that, but it hadn't seemed important. It was a small town, after all.
Post by Jack Hollifield on Apr 10, 2024 18:45:00 GMT
Jack was intrigued. Sure, they got a decent amount of newcomers to town, something about Sweetwater seemed to draw people in but as far as Jack could tell, the reasons were pretty varied. "Oh ya, I heard about that place, it just recently opened up didn't it?" he asked. He stood from the bench and moved just a few steps away to grab a wipe to clean it off while he continued the conversation.
"How are you finding Sweetwater so far? What brought you to town?" he asked, ever curious about what the draw was here. It was harder to know when he was born and raised in the area.
Post by Tristan Morrigan on Apr 11, 2024 22:21:05 GMT
Tristan took the moment to recall the name. Something about...'work'... "Blissful Bodywork," he said with a nod. The name was evocative of massages but also fancy cars, at least to the werewolf. It was a nice name, despite having always been bothered by alliteration. The repeated sounds irritated him on a uniquely personal level. "I am a masseuse," he added. Just in case the man got any ideas about in-depth questions, Tristan wanted to make it clear he didn't know anything about higher level business sense but plenty about the human body.
In fact, perhaps he should have brought a flier to put up here. Sore muscles could always use a reassuring touch, be that delicate or rough. He had a few business cards, but being as he had no personal cell phone, the best anyone could do was call the massage parlor and request him. He was a bit old fashioned. "Always taking new clients," he said, watching the man get up and move to clean the equipment. He made no attempt to hide that he admired the other man's body. But he did indeed simply mean clients for the massage parlor.
"Very cozy," he said. As for how he came to be here specifically... He'd scented a large group of his own kind, yes, but really it had been like something else leading him on. Not quite blind luck. "I enjoy traveling. Hiking, running... I happened upon the town," he admitted vaguely with a shrug. "What do you do?"
Post by Jack Hollifield on Apr 16, 2024 15:39:36 GMT
Perhaps it was sexist of him but Jack had assumed that the man was working there on a more business or managerial level so he was glad that Tristan mentioned that he was a masseuse instead. Good to find that out now before he made an ass out of himself by expressing his assumption. Jack only half noticed the way the man look at him but thought nothing of it. He'd never had a man interested in him before, as far as he was aware anyway, and it simply hadn't his crossed his mind as a possibility. It wasn't something he'd ever considered for himself though he had no problem with those who did.
"Good to know, I could always use a good massage," he said with an easy smile. He did a lot of physical exercise. "Loosening up all those tight muscles in important, I'm sure you'll be very busy in no time."
The man's answer as to what brought him to town wasn't too detailed nor was it specific and he had heard it before. Something about Sweetwater just drew people in and not all had a reason such as a job offer or something of that nature to actually bring them here. He'd always found that fascinating.
He tossed the used wipe into the trash as he answered the man's question. "I'm the principal at the high school and dean at the community college," he replied. "Small town means double duty," he added with a chuckle. "Makes it easy to get in a work out before work starts since it's right here on campus."
Post by Tristan Morrigan on Apr 27, 2024 1:59:42 GMT
The man's clothing made easy to see and unnecessary to imagine too much of what the man looked like beneath. He kept himself more than simply well maintained. But from the look in return, Tristan got the feeling that he wasn't at the gym to look at other men. Technically neither was he, the two just so happened to intersect.
"You should stop by sometime," he said. Specifically, to see him, but even he wasn't about to say as much. He nodded. They had a few bookings already and a grand opening soon. He doubted the parlor would be very busy once the excitement died down, but sometimes people learned just how fulfilling a massage could really be.
Tristan raised a curious eyebrow. Principal and dean. Even in a small town that was a lot of manage. Paired with his regular work out routines, the noticeable lack of a ring on his finger made a lot of sense. Clearly he had other focuses and pursuits. "It is a convenient location," Tristan agreed. In relation to the school at least. "Quite the demanding task. How many students?" He was curious to know just how large the town was. And whether this man, who seemed to be a prominent figure, knew anything of the supernatural population about.