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 wasn’t often Darcy found herself sitting at Rosie’s on a Friday night, not when typically the bar was her ‘go to’ spot. But tonight she didn’t feel like dealing with the bar crowd, not when they opted to turn into a ‘dance club’ after a certain point. Besides, she worked this weekend and just wanted to get something to eat that she didn’t have to cook.
So, she sat in one of the back booths with her back to the door. Her attention on the menu while she tried to decide what she wanted to eat. She wore a pair of light wash jeans, and a dark green sweater that hung off of her tanned shoulders on the left. Her unruly curls down and held out of her face by her right hand as she massaged her temple and looked over the menu.
Her mind was a million miles away though. She was trying hard not to think about how badly she wanted something alcoholic to drink. Instead, ordering a steak cooked medium-rare, sweet potato fries, green beans and cornbread. Settling for a sweet tea with lemon. Between dealing with hellhounds, her feelings for Ferris, and typical Pack drama; she was ready to drink the entire liquor store in town. So instead of doing that, she forced herself to throw on clothes, and sit down in Rosie’s for dinner. Only half tempted to text her friend… no, she was already too attached and she needed to be smart there.
“Thanks.” She said softly as the waiter brought over her sweet tea and lemon slice. She popped the lemon wedge in her mouth, wincing and closing her eyes as she let her face pucker from the tart flavor. If only it was a lime wedge and she had some tequila- no! She was determined to do without the alcohol tonight.
Post by Arturo Diaz de Frontera on Apr 28, 2024 6:36:01 GMT
Arturo once again found himself at the diner. Once again hungry. But not for any normal food. Still, as he walked into Rosie's, he had a taste for key lime pie and company. Perhaps for his new favorite server, if she was working. He was curious to know if she remembered anything of how their last encounter ended. He had considered leaving the bite mark on her neck. To give her something to think about. But he got the feeling she wouldn't need that to remember him by. And while he was in the market for a new favorite, Iris was very much a dessert, not a meal. She was almost too decadent of a flavor for a weekly snack. Not that he didn't want more.
He paused as he looked over the tables, pulled from thoughts of his little dessert by the scent of a werewolf. One he knew well, but only because it wasn't so familiar, though her scent shared a sort of...heaviness to it that Alec's did. Dark eyes found the curly haired Blood Rose Alpha sitting at a booth with her eyes closed and a lemon wedge in her mouth. Precious.
Deciding to invite himself over, he stepped to her booth and slid into the other side. "Evening, ranger," he said with a smile. The lemon in her mouth had likely blocked his scent from her until he was practically seated. The vampire leaned back and made himself comfortable, looking over her casual green sweater and the display of bare skin around her neck. Tempting, if not for the fact she was a werewolf. "Thanks for saving me a table. I don't believe we've had a chance to meet in person." He suspected she might know who he was.
It seemed being distracted and comfortable in the little diner, too caught up in the tart lemon flavor and smell; Darcy had missed the other scent that wafted through the area until the man had slid into the other side of the booth across from her. Confusion threatened to cross her face as she tried to place him, he didn’t look all that familiar to her, and then it hit her. That scent of death was unmistakable, the charming looking man who now sat across from her wasn’t merely a man. He was a vampire. It was a touch unnerving to have not picked up on his scent prior to his appearance at her table, but she would take the blame there, damn lemon wedge.
Her left brow rose curiously as he spoke. Tension easing away as she knew nothing unsavory was about to take place. Not in Rosie’s. And not on her end. She had no quarrel with the vampires in town, and this one… he seemed to possess a familiar air of control. Was she finally meeting the coven leader? “Good evening.” She offered after a moment, easing back against the booth cushion.
While she didn’t have much experience with vampires, she knew enough about them to be able to appreciate the effort and restraint it took to maintain a peaceful existence, especially in a small town. With no mysterious local deaths or people going missing, it was safe to assume the coven in town had been around long enough to figure out what worked for satiating their hunger without being detected. And if no one was getting hurt or killed; it seemed like a win.
Besides; Darcy welcomed the distraction from her own thoughts right now.
“I don’t believe we have,” She mused, cracking an entertained half smile at how comfortable he made himself. As if the pair were old friends meeting for a bite to eat. “Darcy Vance.” And with that, she extended a hand across the table.
Post by Arturo Diaz de Frontera on May 1, 2024 13:52:36 GMT
Her surprise and discomfort was observed with a passing amusement. But she didn't get up, either to leave or start anything. Smart. It wouldn't be the first time he had a confrontation here but he preferred to avoid it.
Arturo leaned forward to clasp her arm rather than simply shake her hand. He let go just as quickly with a smile. “Arturo Diaz de Frontera. So you're Alec's counterpart,” he mused, as if he knew of her rank simply by her speaking name. Of course it had been three years and while perhaps not as particular as Alec was, he liked to know who lived in his little town. The supernaturals of course. The humans…he had the capacity to care about a few of them as more than food. The important part was the sanctuary Sweetwater provided for his people. His family. Alec's family. He didn't know this Darcy and while he could only imagine she wanted the same, he didn't know her.
“Forgive the lack of neighborly greeting. I'm cautious of strangers. You understand.” Her pack had moved in en masse with little notice or care. Just like the hellhounds. And those had been treated as pests. She was lucky the town councilman had a lot more humanity in him. “I noticed the wildlife is a lot more lively,” he noted. Because even while there had been no major incidents, it was impossible to hide the howling. “Not all of us enjoy white noise at night,” he commented, dark eyes watching her lean back. Meanwhile, he rest his elbows on the table and leaned forward, interlacing his fingers.