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?
Elijah slammed the door to his black 2024 Toyota Land Cruiser. A steady stream of curses flew from his lips as he stomped off toward the vacant stables. Even though he asked them not to call his wife, someone apparently got word to her. The joys of living in a small town. So, when Siobhan showed up at the hospital putting on her best show of being the concerned mother, Elijah knew he wasn’t staying there. Siobhan was many things, but a ‘doting mother’ was not one of those things. At least not with their children. The only child she seemed to obsess over was Claire. Whom she had in tow with her at the hospital.
The pair were currently in private litigation in regard to their impending divorce, but had yet to mention it to the kids. And he just knew she would use Price’s accident as a reason to continue to put things off.
Fucking hell.
He just wanted to be rid of this cheating, lying woman as his wife, was that too much to ask for?
He stepped into the barn and kicked over a stool as he walked past it. These situations were not ideal for his anger issues. But he knew he needed even less to be around alcohol. That would just be begging for him to get in trouble. In this mood, he didn’t even need the alcohol to do something stupid. But despite his anger, he did need to talk to Ferris. Someone with some damn sense who could actually tell him when in the hell happened to his son.
Needed to get some air. At the stables, care to stop by and shed some light on this shit?
He pressed send and tucked the phone back into his pocket, running a hand through his hair.
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Apr 10, 2024 5:15:37 GMT
He'd inte ded to catch Elijah on the way out. But then he'd talked to Valkyrie and then to Gemma and must have missed him because when he walked back to his truck, the other man's cruiser was gone.
Ferris sat in his truck for a while, finally letting his mental engine die out. He took a few slow breaths, hands on the steering wheel, shaking slightly.
He didn't want to unpack the Weird Shit folder, not without someone to talk to but he wasn't sure he wanted to involve Darcy. He didn't want her to worry. Not about him, but about his intentions. More and more, he felt pressured ro know who was who. If she was the alpha of one pack, and hers was small, there was another alpha out there. And even more werewolves. What was Giacomo and did Mikey know and how did the artist know so much? Why did the town give off supernatural energy? Were supernatural events becoming more frequent?
But she'd rightly try to tell him to stop looking into it and to stay safe.
His grip on the wheel tightened. For a moment, he felt his stomach try to turn over but he grit his teeth.
And then his phone vibrated where it sat in the passenger's seat. He picked it up expecting Gemma to have recommended him a therapist.
Elijah was at once a relief and not. He'd have rather had this conversation while still focused and calm. But he wouldn't tell the man no. Ferris hadn't seen what drove him I to hiding at the stables but he had a good guess. At least it wasn't the bar.
On my way
He set his phone back down and turned the key in the ignition. Driving was such a bad idea right now. But he knew Elijah needed to tall to someone. He couldn't leave him alone long.
Ferris parked in his usual spot, stepping out onto the gravel and slamming his truck door. He pressed a hand to the silver metal for a moment, trying to pull himself together. Elijah didn't need to see him unhinged. He needed someone focused. So that he could be the unhinged one. He wasn't sure where to go, but he noticed the car was empty so he started walking towards the barns.
Post by Elijah Vanderson on Apr 11, 2024 16:46:37 GMT
So maybe being around the horses while frustrated wasn’t the brightest idea. But he’d hoped that maybe, just maybe]/i] the thought of startling a large animal that could be prone to kicking when frightening might just give him pause on releasing that frustration. So far, he’d only kicked over one stool… so, that wasn’t too awful.
Seeing his son lying there, being prepped for surgery was definitely not something he wanted to revisit. Those wounds… those burns… it just didn’t make sense. Nothing about what he’d heard so far did. Waylon wasn’t taking his calls, the deputies seemed to be in possession of about the same information he currently had, no one at the hospital knew shit, and then Siobhan showed up to put on her little show.
He needed some air, and it was a miracle her ended up somewhere far from a drink, because he felt that familiar itch in his throat for something stronger than the water bottle in his car.
Much stronger.
Thankfully, he stayed. Choosing instead to find the brush to start grooming one, any, of the horses before he paced himself mad. He heard Ferris’ truck approach and only paused, listening to hear the man exit the vehicle. Elijah almost felt sorry for the man. He considered him a friend, and by no means had any right to direct this wave of anger and frustration at him personally; but he couldn’t help it. His eldest son why in surgery and he didn’t have the slightest inkling as to what happened. But Ferris was there, he’d tell him. Right?
“Where the hell did they move the grooming brushes to?” He called out, both in hopes that Ferris might know, and also so he’d know where to find him.
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Apr 11, 2024 19:31:37 GMT
The Fire Chief still had no idea what he was going to say. the same thing he told Gemma probably. As ridiculous as he thought he sounded. The fact that she hadn't laughed at him was still surprising. But he supposed she heard a lot of shit in her position. Especially considering how Waylon smoked on the clock.
Elijah's angry, indirect shouting made him wince. So maybe some fantasy about fiery dogs from hell wouldn't go over so well with the frustrated father. He was at least glad he had caught the man at work. Which meant he was hopefully sober. Though that likely only made Elijah's anger sharper. Not that that was going to stop Ferris.
His boots crunched faintly on the dirt as he walked into the stable, looking over to his left where he heard the worried father in the tack room. He leaned a shoulder against the door frame. "In the blue bin," he said. Where they always were. "Elijah," he greeted belatedly, watching him. "How's Price doing?"
Post by Elijah Vanderson on Apr 11, 2024 20:31:56 GMT
Of course the grooming supplies were where they always were, but it was easier to vent little indirect bit of his frustration on pointless things than it would be to just keep it all inside. He looked up at Ferris, giving a half nod as he opened the blue bin and retrieved a brush, raising a brow to see if the man wanted one as well. The question made him exhale slowly, gripping the brush tightly in his left hand.
“He’s through the first surgery, but his leg is definitely broken. They won’t be able to seriously address the break until they tend to the burns…” He trailed off, shaking his head as he raised a brow. “What the hell happened out there Ferris?”
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Apr 11, 2024 20:58:12 GMT
Ferris shook his head slightly, holding his ground. If Elijah wanted to be doing something, that was fine, he wouldn't trap him in the small room. But he did want the man to seriously talk to him. To not 'brush' things off or distract himself or scare a horse. The Fire Chief doubted any of the animals would be calm enough around Elijah right now for brushing one to be a good idea.
"Good to hear," he said of the first part. Darcy had made quick work of keeping the young man alive. But considering Price wasn't quite out of the woods, mentioning the woman that had saved his son's life seemed a bit pre-emptive.
The open-ended question caught him a bit off guard. He lifted his gaze to meet Elijah's. Ferris couldn't imagine what the man was feeling right now. He'd never been a father. But even if Elijah wasn't dad of the year, with how upset he was, Ferris could tell it was eating the man up inside that he hadn't been able to protect his kid. Ferris straightened up from where he was leaning and ran a hand down his jacket. His shoulder holster was still buried under his clothes, and he was suddenly conscious of the weight and how entirely useless it had been at protecting anyone.
"I told Waylon it was a stupid idea," he said and then shrugged. Not that it mattered now. "A group of us were searching the woods for clues to those fires. And they found a trail that led to us being attacked by some wild animals." All perfectly true, if not the full truth. One would think after saying it a few times now he would be better at explaining, but Ferris had never been good with words. "One of them grabbed Mikey. The other Price." And then he got to the part where he told his friend he'd rushed to save someone else, not his kid.
Post by Elijah Vanderson on Apr 18, 2024 3:04:42 GMT
Despite picking out a brush and having every intention to tend to one of the animals; Elijah made no move to step past Ferris or even back toward the animals. Instead, the man found himself sitting on a bucket and looking to his friend as he recounted the events of the day.
Had it been mere hours ago that he’d been sitting at his desk debating on dinner plans? Now, the thought of food made him feel nauseated. He gave a slow nod as Ferris mentioned having told Waylon it was a stupid idea, and this made him shake his head. Waylon might have been the Sheriff, but the man wasn’t known for making the best decisions. Still, he kept his eyes on his friend as he spoke and he stood, throwing the damn brush from his hand in frustration.
“It was so unlike him to tag along for something like this… and now look at him; a mangled and burned leg that he’s going to have to have multiple surgeries on.” His voice raised slightly in his frustration and he kicked the bucket he’d been sitting on. “I feel so useless… nothing I can do is going to help. And then she just had to show up at the hospital and make it even more miserable.” Elijah wanted nothing more than to find something strong to drink. But he knew that was also the last thing he needed to be messing with right now. “Whatever hurt him… is it still out there?” And then seeming to recall his manners. “Was the other kid… Mikey. Is he alright?” he hadn’t seen him in the UC, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t there. Hell, even Harland seemed to get burned.
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Apr 18, 2024 20:59:59 GMT
The Fire Chief had been a bit surprised to see Price and Giacomo in the search party. Mikey, he knew, was curious. Darcy was her pack's Alpha, a protector. While he didn't know Harland well, the firefighter felt a sort of kindship with him. That at least when it came to those he cared about, he would do anything for them, even if it was dangerous or stupid. But Ferris had not particularly gotten to know very many people in town, least of all students, so when his father said it was unlike him, he believed it.
Ferris remained with his hands in his pockets, unmoving even when Elijah stood suddenly and threw the brush across the little room. His eyes followed the brush, but otherwise he didn't move a muscle. He looked back at the sound of bucket clattering and rolling over but kept his mouth closed though, letting the man work it out on the inanimate objects seemed like the best idea. He was about to suggest the man wasn't useless until he mentioned his wife.
"No," he answered quickly as the man gave him something actionable to answer. "A little bruised, but alright," he hesitated and then continued rather than let Elijah rant further just yet. "They went for the smallest in the group. Harland chased down the one that grabbed Price. Two of them got the worst of it. "We..." he didn't know how to explain. If he should. Elijah hadn't asked him what attacked his son, so maybe he could get away with not sounding insane. Valkyrie and Gemma had been enough. "We drowned them in a stream. My crew and some of the rangers are going to patrol the forest tomorrow morning to make sure it was just the two." He wasn't animal control and hadn't exactly thought to ask the rangers(or werewolves) to hunt down some fire wolves when they had a chance. He'd risk confessing things to Ethan just to ensure the man took a fire extinguisher to the woods with him.
He kept a careful eye on the man in case he decided to throw something else, still dreading further questions.