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?
Milo often ended up having to the shopping for him and his dad, the old man often too drunk or forgetful to think about feeding them. It also meant that food choices were on Milo's terms and the kid didn't really know how to cook much. He pushed the cart through the store, mostly done but still browsing. There were boxes of mac and cheese, mostly premade meals from the freezer section, bags of chips and other snacks, and very little of anything fresh and healthy.
He was in the drinks isle when a gorgeous woman caught his attention. He noticed her beauty first of course, he was a teenage boy after all, but then there was something about her that looked really familiar. Sure, Sweetwater was small but that didn't mean he knew everyone by name and there was something more familiar about her than simply having seen her around town. He furrowed his brow, casting little glances so he wasn't staring, and trying desperately to remember where it was he knew her from. He stared at the bottles of soda without really seeing them as he tried to place it.
Fuck, it was right on the tip of his tongue.
Human
Server at Rosie’s, Barista at The Nook & ‘Camgirl’
Post by Iris Whitlock on Mar 12, 2024 21:49:45 GMT
Having the time to run and handle some errands between jobs was typically the fashion in which Iris handled things. But once in a while, she managed to be scheduled off from both her ‘public’ jobs, so she decided to take the day to tackle any pressing errands and a little pampering. She spent the earlier portion of the day getting her nails done; settling on a mixture of black French tips with a few accent nails with daisies. It was a favorite design she opted for when she tired of matte colors. And after tending to her bills and dropping off her tax documents with the accountant in town, she decided to get some groceries. Tank usually would have been with her, but she dropped her off for a ‘spa day’ with her favorite groomer. So, Iris wandered through the aisles picking her favorite fruits and vegetables while up in produce, and then moved along filling the cart with some of her favorites.
The cherry pop tarts, colossal berry crunch cereal, and big bag of Albanese gummy worms quite the contrast to the turkey bacon, couscous, chia seeds and oatmeal in the cart. Iris worked hard to maintain her petite figure, though she likely could stand to put a little more weight on. But she had her favorites she couldn’t do without, and the giant bag of gummies was a staple in her kitchen.
She wandered into the drink aisle, slowly picking up a few things and adding them to her cart; a 24 pack of water, a 12 pack of Redbull and then she was looking for her favorite drink mix. And of course, the shelf space was empty, but they had a bottle on the top. Great. For a chick who only stood at 5’3 and had opted to not wear heels today, she was just a little too short to reach the item.
Iris considered stepping onto the shelf trying to climb up for it, but then stopped when she noticed a guy just up the aisle who had a good half-foot of height more than her. He looked sort of familiar, likely someone a few years behind her in school or at least a local. “Hey, can I borrow your height for a sec?” She asked with a half smile, blue eyes taking him in as she pointed to the top shelf. “I can’t quite reach the strawberry margarita mixer in the top there.”
last edited Mar 12, 2024 21:51:05 GMT by Iris Whitlock
Milo made his own living by being a plaything for the older ladies in the community, not that most people knew that about him, and most of the girls in town, especially the hot ones, knew him as the worthless trailer trash guy so when the gorgeous blonde actually chose to speak him he was genuinely surprised. Sure, her request was simply for his height but people had gone out of their way to find someone else for less. He didn't get it. He was good looking but in a town as small as this it certainly could get cliquey.
He supposed he had got lucky a couple of times though. He did have that 'bad boy' vibe and desperate girls who wanted daddy's attention tended to be drawn to that kind of lure. Not enough to have ever had a serious girlfriend but he couldn't complain entirely. At least he was better off than the 'Nerdy Ernie' who was well known to be both crazy smart and the most socially awkward kid in their class.
"Of course!" he said with a grin as he moved over to her. The sound of her voice was another clue and it almost got him there but her identity remained just out of reach. He looked up at the top shelf to spot the margarita mix and stood on his toes to reach the bottle. He happened to glance down as his hand wrapped around it and got a view of her chest from above. It was that moment that triggered the memory. He'd seen that view before. On his phone.
Lowering himself back to his feet he smiled at her as he handed over the bottle. "There you go, my lady," he said with a joking little flourish of his arm.
Human
Server at Rosie’s, Barista at The Nook & ‘Camgirl’
Post by Iris Whitlock on Apr 11, 2024 22:32:02 GMT
While Iris worked hard not to be seen as trailer trash; there wasn’t anything she could do to escape the small town small minded people who only wanted to remember her for being ‘that girl who was orphaned when her parents OD’d while she was at school’. It didn’t matter how pretty she was, how much she educated herself or kept to herself; people always had opinions.
It was partly why she enjoyed her work as a camgirl. Sometimes she put on wigs, a lot of times she wore colored contacts and lace masks; nothing to outright hide her identity, but enough to give people pause to wonder just what she really looked like. Working as ‘Lola Bliss’ made her feel powerful and at times larger than life. That wasn’t something Iris felt often in this judgy little town.
So, she wasn’t at all put off by the vibe this guy gave off. She actually thought he seemed quite intriguing, and smiled widely when he agreed and moved to help her. She hate having to hunt down an employee, mostly because they would take at least fifteen minutes just to finally try and help her. And she didn’t relish the idea of climbing just for some mixer. He definitely was a local, and had she been better with names, she might have been able to place him. Which typically meant he had been a few years behind her in school.
“My hero, thanks.” She smiled playfully, giving a wink with one of those lovely blue eye as she accepted the mixer and added it to her cart. “I suppose chivalry isn’t dead… I’m Iris.” She extended a manicured hand to him with that same winning smile. Her attire was simple, but comfortable; a pair of light wash form fitting bell bottoms, black tank top that gave a nice view of her cleavage from above and a olive green knit cardigan that was threatening to dip off one of her shoulders.