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?
Lorelle ran her fingertips gently along the backs of the books in the poetry section. The smell of the books made her feel at home. She was ever so glad that she had managed to learn how to read. How dull and boring eternal life would have been if she hadn't been able to read the words from the past. She didn't care much about books and writers of their current time. They would never be able to imitate literature of the past. Her finger stopped when she reached the B. Byron. A soft smile appeared on her face. Hebrew Melodies. She remembered the time she had met Byron, when she had visited England. An odd fellow. She remembered how fondly he had spoken of Mary Chaworth. She gently removed the book from the shelf and opened it, looking for one poem in particular. She Walks in Beauty.
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
Perhaps Lorelle was a bit of a romantic. To have someone write a poem like this about you, how could you not fall in love with them? She supposed in Byron's case everything had been more difficult, because Mary had been related to him, and she had been engaged already. She pulled the book closer to her chest, and turned around. She had been in the library for over an hour now, so perhaps it was time to check out this book and return to Arturo.
When she approached the counter, something felt... Off. What was she detecting? Was is a siren? She looked at the woman behind the counter. Her vibe, and her demeanor... Yes, it was a siren.
"Good evening", Lore said, placing the book down on the counter. Typically, sirens weren't able to detect vampires, but Lorelle wouldn't try to hide her own vampire-ish demeanor.
Post by Halah ‘Hal’ Ramzi on May 15, 2024 20:44:00 GMT
Yet another quiet day in the library, and Hal was actually appreciative of it today. She had a slight hangover from her fun night out at the lake. It had been far too long since she’d enjoyed using her beautiful tail, so she might have stayed out later than she intended. Which of course meant she didn’t get much rest before she started her day at work that morning. There wasn’t enough coffee in her apartment to put some pep in her step before work, but that didn’t stop her from looking flawless as usual.
A nicely fitted magenta colored dress, black pantyhose and a pair of black suede pumps was what she finally settled on before heading out the door, her hair quickly styled with a blow dryer and curling iron. Of course, she applied a light bit of makeup on the drive, not having the time to do her more extensive ‘look’. But at least her matte black manicured nails were still beautifully intact.
Work wasn’t too busy, and after a little ‘melodic’ suggestion that her boss stay in his office; Hal was quickly slipping into work. Her day had been spent checking books back in from the dropbox, pulling books people had on their hold lists, and sending reminders about past due books and movies to the library patrons. It wasn’t thrilling work, but it kept her busy and she enjoyed being surrounded by books and the quiet. Most of her day went by rather quickly, but the evenings always dragged. And being a town with a local college, the library kept later hours than the typical small town libraries.
She was just finishing up scanning back a stack of returned books when she heard someone approach and greet her. Hal’s dark brown eyes moved from the computer screen to take in the sight of the fair skinned beauty before her. She offered a polite smile as she raised a brow. “Good evening, did you find everything alright?” She asked as she turned away from the computer to face the woman.
Post by Lorelle Irving on May 16, 2024 10:39:28 GMT
If the siren was able to clock her as a vampire, she hid it well. Lorelle returned the smile and nodded. "I did", she said. "But now that I'm standing here, I am wondering if you have some books on the history of Sweetwater. I could go check myself, if that's easier, but you seem to have that nifty machine there." Lorelle gestured at the computer. She dislikes technology a lot, so when she went to a library, she just looked through the shelves until something spoke to her. She didn't like looking it up on the computer, in the catalogue. Touching a keyboard made her feel like something vile traveled from her fingers through her body. That electricity, she wasn't too sure about. Had there been research on the effects of it on the human body?
Post by Halah ‘Hal’ Ramzi on May 16, 2024 15:46:51 GMT
While on a whole, Hal had quite a good amount of run ins with other members of the supernatural species; she didn’t like to assume outright. Not when it had become so ‘normal’ in society to embrace more ‘vampy’ colors and styles. But there was something about this woman that screamed ‘ageless beauty’. Her interest in books on the town history made the left corner of her lip curve upward, especially when she referred to her desktop as a ‘nifty machine’. Definitely another indicator that this woman wasn’t the stereotypical ‘human’. Not unless she had simply been living under a rock for the past, oh I don’t know; forty years. The woman looked to be in her twenties, so Hal couldn’t help but find herself intrigued.
She knew the town had werewolves, quite a few from the sounds heard in the woods around the full moon. And she had always assumed there was a vampire coven present, she just had yet to make the acquaintance of the local vampires. Mostly because she preferred the control in those situations. She’d seen just how desired a Siren’s blood could be for the undead, there was a sort of rush in playing with one’s life when it came to befriending vampires. It also helped that Hal was a particularly skilled Siren, thanks largely in part to her mother’s insistence that she know how to use her ability.
Hal gently tapped her chin, knowing she could easily tap a few keys and print off a list of books and their locations for the woman. But she was curious. If the woman was indeed a vampire, Hal wanted to know. “I actually have to pull a book or two from the section, why don’t I take you there myself?” She offered with a smile, picking up two sticky notes from her desk and stepping around. While her English was clear, her accent wasn’t something she made any attempt to truly hide. She liked being known as the ‘exotic beauty’ who just so happened to work as one of the town Librarians. It was about all anyone in town truly knew of her. Aside from her plaything or two… which reminded her, she ought to give West a call sometime.
Post by Lorelle Irving on May 17, 2024 10:33:06 GMT
The nifty machine wouldn't be her aid in her quest for books, but the woman was. She offered to walk with her to the section, to which Lorelle nodded. "That would be great, thank you", she said with a kind smile on her face. She tried to place the woman's accent. There was only a faint hint of one, but she did notice that there was one. She knew she couldn't just ask a stranger where they were from, so she didn't and would try to figure it out by herself.
Lore would follow the librarian to the city history section, and looked around. There were more books than she had expected. "Any recommendations?" she asked, looking at the librarian again before she would possibly walk away to pull that thing or two she had mentioned before. "I'd like to learn about its history during the revolution, or anything, really. Its origin, those things."
Post by Halah ‘Hal’ Ramzi on May 18, 2024 23:44:37 GMT
With the woman’s acceptance of her showing the way, Hal gave a slight sip of her head. “Of course, it’s my pleasure.” She said softly and directed her steps around the desk and off toward one of the more private corners in the lower level. Being that most people weren’t often seeking these specific books, they weren’t kept in the high traffic area of the library. But at least they weren’t in the basement! Just the lower level with a few offices that students could rent out for quiet studying, though most preferred the rooms on the upper levels, what with rumors of the lower levels being haunted. Hal found the thought amusing, but who was she to deny the existence of ghosts? She was a Siren, in a town the offered sanctuary to a coven of vampires and two wolf packs; there was no telling what else was lingering in these older buildings.
“Mmm, well with those preferences…” Hal’s voice trailed off slightly as she stepped toward a shelf on the back wall, scanning titles with her eyes before running her fingers along the spines to a section of aged, but well maintained books. A few newer looking ones were tucked into the mix, but most of the books appeared to be at least a hundred years old. “I can’t say if any of these are worth the read, as I’ve gotten most of my ‘town history’ since moving here from the locals… those founding family members do so enjoy the sound of their own voices.” She couldn’t help but chuckle slightly, stepping past the woman once again to grab a book from the wall to the left and placing one of the sticky notes of the cover before glancing at the other.
“Anything written by a member of the Hollifield family, I would trust as the most accurate representation of the town history. They’re meticulous note takers and very well written.” Hal paused, moving to grab a ladder to retrieve the other book from the top shelf. She climbed about halfway up, a feat rather impressive in her heels, and pulled a rather dusty tome from rhetorical shelf before glancing down and continuing. “At least, from what I’ve been told by my boss. And apparently the Irwins are better storytellers, with a flare of the dramatic.”
Post by Lorelle Irving on May 20, 2024 18:19:13 GMT
Lorelle followed the librarian, a bit surprised that the books were in a corner, where not a lot of people were, or went to. Apparently the town's history wasn't as popular as she thought it'd be. She shouldn't be surprised. The young people of this generation didn't care about history. They did no longer know that history repeated itself and that learning about history was an asset to make sure it didn't go the same way again. She loved history. She loved learning about it. Maybe it was a consequence of being with Arturo, but maybe it had been within her all along.
The vampire asked the woman about specific kinds of books, or recommendations. She had learnt the history from the locals, which was also a good way to learn, of course. She laughed, nodding softly. The founding families did love talking about themselves.
"I see", she said, stepping closer to the books to examine them. "Dramatics can be fun, but not very useful when you want to learn." She rested her finger on a book written by the Hollified family and took it off the shelf. "The locals are useful, but they don't like to talk about the darker side of things. I mean, did anybody ever find out what happened to Penny Bartlett? It seems odd to me that people are not curious why she had disappeared for a month, but seemed to think it was still the same day."
Post by Halah ‘Hal’ Ramzi on Jun 5, 2024 2:17:28 GMT
Hal watched Lorelle closely, her keen senses picking up on the subtle nuances of the woman’s interest in history. She understood the value of knowing the past, especially in a town like theirs where history wasn't just stories but a living, breathing part of their present. After all, there had to be a reason why so many supernatural species found themselves drawn to the town, herself included.
"You're right," Hal said thoughtfully, ”The dramatics can cloud the facts. That's why I always recommend starting with the Hollifields. They're thorough and tend to stick to the facts, as unembellished as possible."
Hal retrieved the other book and made her decent from the ladder. Landing with a light flourish, smithing her skirt before she moved closer to Lorelle, her tone dropping slightly as she spoke more confidentially. "As for Penny Bartlett... that's one of those dark corners of the town's history that not many are willing to discuss. But you're right, it is strange. The official story is that she had some sort of mental breakdown, but those who've been here a while say there was more to it."
She paused, letting the weight of her words settle. "Some say she stumbled upon something she wasn't supposed to. Others think she was a victim of something much darker, something that still lurks in the shadows of this town. The truth, if it's written down at all, it just might be in these very books."
Hal gestured to the shelves around them. "If you're looking for answers, I'd start here. But be prepared—the truth can be as dangerous as it is enlightening. And in a place like this, sometimes it's safer to let sleeping dogs lie."
She gave a small, knowing smile. "But if you do find something, I'd love to hear about it. This town's history is still being written, after all. And every piece of the puzzle helps us understand the bigger picture."
