Realistic or Modern Loudwater, USA (Supernatural Town RP - Always Accepting)

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Welcome To Loudwater

Loudwater is your average town in the upper peninsula of Michigan. Shrouded in trees, the only notification that you are entering the sleepy nook of the north is its famous road sign which simply reads in big painted letters: "WELCOME TO LOUDWATER: A SAFE HAVEN FROM THE PINES". A cozy little town, this little hamlet in the north is known for its multiple tourist attractions as well as it's eccentric but mostly friendly townsfolk. Stay at the Northern Lodge, our beautiful hotel resort and take in the sights. Walk into town and shop at one of our many fabulous and interesting shops. Visit our museum in the center of town and be amazed by our rich history dating back to before America was settled by the pilgrims. Take a stroll down our beautiful shoreline that borders Lake Superior, the biggest of The Great Lakes! And don't forget to stop by Rita's Diner for a slice of its famous cherry pie!
But don't go exploring in the woods.
People don't come back from the woods.

And most importantly,

Come Back Soon!​

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Kylesar1 Prrrgadilly TerrorKitty billthesomething Error 420 Twin Fantasy VasiliasMellow myst.erion StormWolf Panzer

Alrighty boys and girls, the rp is officially open. Post whenever.

 

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The solid oaken doors to the Loudwater Library open, chiming the welcoming bells. A large, heavily bearded man removes his cap, brushing stray dirt off of his boots. Nash, a powerful man, clad in a white plaid shirt, suspenders, and dark brown pants wanders through the aisles, fingering the occasional book that comes to his attention, taking out a notepad and jotting down the titles, specifically in the 130 and 228 codes. Soon, after moving through rows and rows of books, he comes to a lanky man known as Theo Greene, the town librarian, keeping himself busy with something. Nash approaches, silently. His incredibly loud voice echoes proudly through the previously silent aisles of the library: "Howdy. You must be mister Theo Greene. Name's Nashville Jackson, I believe we talked on the phone?" He puts out a burly, hairy hand to shake.
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[TerrorKitty]

Thumbelina was in the back changing out of her work dress and into leggings and a green t-shirt, she was feeling a bit simple today. Walking out of her personal room, a repurposed newspaper storage that lost all reasonable use after the fire of '89, it had since been a great place for Thumbelina to live, having furnished it more over the years despite the mass of blankets it pillows held up by tall poles making it seem like one big kiddie fort, she instantly noticed something other than the usual smell of old books, cat fur and weird teacher. Sweaty and hairy, someone new. Definitely not a town member or at least not anyone whom she'd met and Thumbelina knows how everyone, almost everyone, she still has to make time for that city girl. Anyway, deciding to be cautious she followed the sound and smell of this large man, weary albiet, Theo was as far as she could tell standing next to him and the scent of gunpowder was faint but enough to tell, the new guy had a gun.

Creeping along the second floor of the library she got a good view of the two below her. Looking out between the railing that led a giant circle above the first floor.

 

[Kylesar1]

Ariel Kessiah D'Ambra
Library

A girl suddenly burst through the doors of the library, disrupting any peace for a second if there was any. She immediately started bowing in apology. "Ariel reporting for duty. Sorry I'm late. Sorry Sorry Sorry." Ariel being late was nowhere near a rare occurrence. Pretty much almost a daily occurrence in fact. More often than not, if she was late, cats were involved and there was a pretty dense cat population in Loudwater. Ariel was a known klutz in pretty much every aspect except when dealing with cats and books and that's only because she's usually carrying one or the other nearly all the time. She lost track of time often, got distracted easily, and her being hired by the library seemed like the only thing she could do with some form of efficiency

"Mmrrowww........." A small cat walked up and sat down between Ariel's legs. Nervous laughter came from Ariel. "I'll get right to work now!" Ariel ran off to get returned books restacked on the shelves
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Ariel Kessiah D'Ambra
Library

A girl suddenly burst through the doors of the library, disrupting any peace for a second if there was any. She immediately started bowing in apology. "Ariel reporting for duty. Sorry I'm late. Sorry Sorry Sorry." Ariel being late was nowhere near a rare occurrence. Pretty much almost a daily occurrence in fact. More often than not, if she was late, cats were involved and there was a pretty dense cat population in Loudwater. Ariel was a known klutz in pretty much every aspect except when dealing with cats and books and that's only because she's usually carrying one or the other nearly all the time. She lost track of time often, got distracted easily, and her being hired by the library seemed like the only thing she could do with some form of efficiency

"Mmrrowww........." A small cat walked up and sat down between Ariel's legs. Nervous laughter came from Ariel. "I'll get right to work now!" Ariel ran off to get returned books restacked on the shelves
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TerrorKitty

The solid oaken doors to the Loudwater Library open, chiming the welcoming bells. A large, heavily bearded man removes his cap, brushing stray dirt off of his boots. Nash, a powerful man, clad in a white plaid shirt, suspenders, and dark brown pants wanders through the aisles, fingering the occasional book that comes to his attention, taking out a notepad and jotting down the titles, specifically in the 130 and 228 codes. Soon, after moving through rows and rows of books, he comes to a lanky man known as Theo Greene, the town librarian, keeping himself busy with something. Nash approaches, silently. His incredibly loud voice echoes proudly through the previously silent aisles of the library: "Howdy. You must be mister Theo Greene. Name's Nashville Jackson, I believe we talked on the phone?" He puts out a burly, hairy hand to shake.
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Theo delicately lifted his cup of coffee to his nose and smelled it, the aroma curling his mouth into a smile. He had decided to splurge this one time and spoil himself with the best coffee he could buy. Jamaican Blue Mountain Coffee. Picked directly from the Blue Mountain in limited supply every year, he had gotten his hands on some. And sure, to the average person, $91.49 plus shipping and handling for a one pound bag of coffee might sound extreme. But to Theo, it was money well spent.
That was why he was rather upset when his assistant Ari burst in, causing him to almost spill his coffee, and also rather upset when this man surprised him from behind and also almost caused him to spill his coffee. He looked over at the cats being let in, and then back up at Nash. He let out a nervous laugh himself, before setting his mug down on a shelf and recomposing himself
"Yep! That's me." He said, taking off his headphones and shaking Nash's hand. "Could you possibly refresh me on what exactly we talked about over the phone?"

 

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Nash was distracted, if not offended by the girl entering suddenly. He turned back to Theo and smiled. "Yessir, I believe I was inquiring about that brain eater fella." Nash's composure changed subtly, almost inperceptably, as the light of storytelling surges through his eyes, selling the scoop. "There's rumors of him all over, but no papers mention him, no conspiracy blogs, nothing 'cept for a bunch of headless bodies found in the woods outside your back door. I was hoping that as a building of knowledge there may be some further information here." He punctuates this remark with a glance all around the building, including a look on the second floor where Thumbellina was watching. Nash gestures up to her, looking at Theo. "Another one of your assistants?" He smiles coyly. Safety Hammer TerrorKitty

 

[TerrorKitty]

"Actually, he's my assistant." She said loudly racing down the steps. "He just has the deed. I've been here longer." Thumbelina added wrinkling her nose as she stood near the man, moving closer to Theo on instinct. "If you want information on the brain eater stories you should try out the bar. People here only talk when they're drunk. Anyway, it's not like you'll find anything. Seriously nothing happens out here besides bears and the one killer seal thing last month, I mean seriously? A seal during elk? That's a story." The girl said seemingly rambling to herself. "ANYWAY. You won't find anything here, so you best be on your way." Safety Hammer Error 420

 

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Nash chuckles. "I might be raised with Texas values, but usually people are a little more courteous to visitors." He smiles warmly at Thumbellina, putting out a hand to shake. "Perhaps my accent gave you a bad taste of me. Name's Nashville Jackson, pleasure to meet you, missus..." he trails off, hoping for Thumbellina to introduce herself. 6 feet of solid mass stand above her, staring her down with a warm, sincere smile. TerrorKitty Safety Hammer

 

[TerrorKitty]

Thumbelina sighed, even she couldn't deny a warm greeting like that. "Sorry, there's just not that much information here, the bar is a really good place or otherwise I'd suggest the police department...But they kind don't like outsiders, actually I don't really think they do very much in crime stopping. Maybe you could try the mayor, he used to be cheif of police and he's bound to give you something, probably more intriguing than what you're looking into if I'm being honest, he's eccentric but connected to say the least." She said giving the man firm handshake equivalent to the grip of a large bodied man. Her unnatural yellow eyes shining with purpose but kindness. "A good handshake is the first step to soft heart I say." Error 420 Safety Hammer

 

[Twin Fantasy]

The door of the Loudwater Museum opened for the day. The Loudwater Museum of Anomalies. Sawyer was awake, with his face pressed against one of his windows. This was a way to ease people in. Like, hello! There's a dolly in here! He was living advertising. It felt like shit, but whatever. The windows didn't open -- otherwise he'd just up and leave, after all. That couldn't happen. The bastard thought of everything, huh.

Out of juice for now, Sawyer tossed himself on his round, pink bed, peering over at his... fish? It was shaped like one. It took Sawyer a whole year to give it a name, but he ended up going with Biscuit.

"Oh Biscuit." He sighed. "Do you think if I wrote a memoir I'd become famous?"

Biscuit hissed, as he could do very little else with himself.

 

[Prrrgadilly]

Marshall Brittlebrook

Marshall sighed as he exited his house and closed the door behind him; there was not a cloud in the sky as the morning sun beamed down upon him. It was a great day to just lay in the sun and relax, and Marshall was going to have to miss most, if not all, of it. He'd been asked to tap around the pipes in the basements of several establishments including City Hall and the Anomalies Museum. Not that there was a great deal that he could do to fix any serious problems. Everyone just trusted his judgement on whether or not a -more expensive- specialist was needed, as opposed to Marshall scheduling a follow up.

Shouldering his tool bag, Marshall stepped off the porch and made his way to the sidewalk. He felt like starting the day with some orange juice and a slice of pie at Rita's.

 

[FireMaiden]

Dylan Evergreen
Location: Libaray
Interaction: Open
Nearby(I think): TerrorKitty Safety Hammer Error 420 Kylesar1
"Ugh." Six months and she hasn't even started to get use to small town life. Her apartment was nice, nicer than she had expected it to be in a place like this, but geez, all this friendly energy and just...it was overwhelming and Dylan wasn't sure why. Maybe her senses were a bit over loaded by the change. The air was fresh, and undeniably it was much quieter than life in New York, but she missed it. Up there she had a ready supply of everything she needed, and while another upside to living here was the saving money, it was hard to give up the kind of lifestyle she use to have.

Looking both ways, Dylan lightly jogged across the street, holding her sunglasses in place until she came to a stop, and looked down the street. "Hmm." There it was, the libaray. She got a call from her boss tmealier that morning needing someone to look over the most recent schedule for the next few weeks, and make sure nothing important overlapped to much, and to make sure his personal schedule was up to date. And seeing as how she was having problems with her Wi-Fi at home, she hoped that the library would have what she needed. Which wasn't much, but her hopes for a small town weren't high. Dylan still looked down on small towns for some reason.

Entering the library, she pushed her sunglasses up, her golden eyes scanning what she saw immediately, and computers were not one of them. With a sigh, she began to slowly wander, now aimlessly, through the Library.

 

[TerrorKitty]

Thumbelina's nose flared with a scent she didn't really recognize but was all too familiar. "Um, excuse me, sir, er, Nashville...I have work to do." She said loosening her grip on his hand and sliding into the isles. It was a girl and most definitely not human. Thumbelina knows almost everything about this town, she's everyone's friend. Keeping secrets is her job. With the help of Theo, they've been able to keep the town off the radar for quite some time, still there's so much the two were finding new things every day, not to mention the mayor looming over them a bit too close for comfort.

The small framed girl found the scent. "Hello, are you looking for something miss?" She said as her eyes began to shift yellow, ready to bear her teeth at a moment noticed. Despite being one of the kindest people around, Thumbelina would do anything to protect the town, especially with a loose...Whatever she was. It was hard enough trying to avoid Royland and there was no way she'd ever join his pack let alone be his mate; disgusting. FireMaiden

 

[FireMaiden]

Dylan Evergreen
Location: Libaray
Interaction: TerrorKitty
Nearby(I think): Safety Hammer Error 420 Kylesar1
Turning arouns to faxe the voice, Dylan was assaulted by a familiar sickly sweet scent..her golden eyes scanned the girl for a moment, before she finally clearer her throat. "Oh, uh, yeah. My internet at home is having issues and I was hoping that there's either free Wi-Fi here, or computers I could use for an hour or two," She explained, her gaze turning to the book shelf she was looking at before Thumbelina came over. Picking up a seemingly random book, which happened to be on folklore, myths, and cryptids; Dylan looked back to face the younger girl. "And let's hurry with the answer, I'm on a tight schedule."

 

[TerrorKitty]

Thumbelina sighed and lowered her guard. "We do, it's upstairs by my room. We have to keep things limited for efficiency." She said already walking towards the stairs. "Though I'm not sure what kind of schedule anyone living here would have. Though you're definitely not from around here. My name's Thumbelina." She paused turning around with a smile before continuing up the spiral steps. It was obvious this woman was from a city of some kind, the smell was faint but there. Thumbelina begged Theo to take her out of town but he obliged it was too risky. Hmph. FireMaiden

 

[Narcissy]

Jackson whistled a tune to himself as he briskly walked the streets of Loudwater. He'd recently gotten off of a long shift at the radio station and planned to enjoy his free time as much as he could. He loved his job, no doubt, but he was still a person, you know? He had interests and he had things that he liked doing. Case in point was the large black backpack that was currently slung on his shoulders. Inside were several cans of spray paint and cardboard stencils that he was always sure to never be without in case inspiration struck him at any time. Better to have it and not need it than need it and not have it... or so his grandfather always told him. He waved to a few people as he walked, never smiling, but always making sure to acknowledge their existence, even nodding at the people who didn't greet him. He loved his quirky little town and he loved the people in it for the most part so he felt it was always important to give back in some capacity and make sure that everyone else felt welcome also, even if they'd lived here as long as he or his family had.

As he neared his destination he stuck his hands into the pockets of his denim vest and quickly made his way up the short set of stairs that led to the museum and though it's open doors. He had friends in other states and it was one thing to visit, say, the Natural History Museum in New York every other week when exhibits constantly changed but all Loudwater had was the Museum of Anomalies, definitely fun and interesting to look at the first few times but once you grow up with it, it sort of just becomes part of the background. Jackson still loved coming here though, for a few reasons, but mostly for the conversation. He made a few quick glances at the same attractions he'd been looking at since he was ten but made a b-line for what was probably the museum's "star" attraction. He stopped in front of the glass panel that housed the Little Doll of Loudwater and let his backpack fall to the floor. "Good morning Sawyer." Jackson said in his usual tone of voice, monotone and unenthusiastic but anyone who knew him well enough knew that he was genuine. Jackson raised his legs and held them in a criss-cross position and remained floating in the air above his backpack.

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[Twin Fantasy]

Sawyer had been pondering the potential contents of his memoir, jotting down things in his shoddy handwriting. Having stiff fingers never does anyone any good. And, as Sawyer was made of solid porcelain, his fingers were as stiff as they came. The weather looked nice today. Sawyer's poor luck caused lots of rain on the weekends, the few days where he could actually go anywhere. Biscuit was gently gnawing on the glass rim of his bowl. Sawyer felt, quite honestly, that Biscuit would make a much more interesting exhibit. (And a much less whiny one, to boot.) But nobody wanted to see a really ugly fish. A walking, talking doll was much more fun and interesting, maybe. Did they not have those outside of Loudwater? There were dead people all over the place -- some of them may as well have found residence in a new home. Even if, perhaps, that home is made of shattered China or sewn awkwardly together.

It was then that he was roused from his deep thoughts by a visitor. This guy came here way too often, too. Frankly, Sawyer felt that anybody visiting him consistently who never sat down to wonder if he actually liked it here should re-evaluate their lives. But he never said that, then they'd lose business, and business was the only thing on "Father"s mind, after all. The only thing. He rose from his bed, still wearing his custom-sewn nightgown and having not brushed his hair. Did anyone really care that much? His flat, green eyes displayed no emotion, as did his shiny, unblemished face.

"Good morning, welcome to the Loudwater Museum of Anomalies. What brings you here on this fine day to visit this wonderful establishment."

Jackson's voice lacked emotion. So did Sawyer's. So hey, it all worked out.

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[Narcissy]

Jackson shrugged his shoulders to the doll's question. In truth, he had nothing better to do as most of his friends were working by this point in the morning or sleeping like normal people but at the same time he didn't necessarily mean to make Sawyer a second priority either. Granted, they weren't exactly, probably not even friends by any standard, but Sawyer was a member of the community and deserved company just like anyone else, even if he did seem annoyed by it. "I got off of work and figured I'd stop by and say hi, I can go if you want?" It didn't take a genius to figure out that Sawyer wasn't exactly thrilled about his current living situation. He was still a person technically right? Jackson knew he wouldn't be happy if he was stuff behind glass all day and night only to have people come and stare at him during his waking hours but he never actually brought this up himself. A lot people really liked talking to Jackson, it's hard to feel judged when the person you're talking to never reacts in one way or another but it never seemed like the right time to bring up that kind of conversation, just always seemed so rude when he thought about it. It would definitely be easy enough for just about anyone to let the doll out but would that technically be a crime? Destruction of property for the glass pane at least.

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[FireMaiden]

Dylan Evergreen
Location: Libaray
Interaction: TerrorKitty
Nearby: Safety Hammer Error 420 Kylesar1
Dylan followed after this girl; noting that something was fairly off about her. Everyone in this town smelled weird, and whether it was the fact that they were just from the small town, or the fact that there actually was something weird about them, who knows? Just, something about this chick smelled familiar, and not like a "Oh hey I know you" familiar, but like her blood was just...

"Oh, it's nice to meet you," Dylan was yanked out of her thoughts when Thumbelina spoke, introducing herself. "I'm Dylan Evergreen," She added.

 

[TerrorKitty]

Thumbelina walked into the computer room which was surprisingly nice 14 somewhat modern desktops and 4 laptops sat open and ready for use.The chairs were also fairly comfortable, in fact the whole room seemed like a newly renovated playroom that had been repurposed into a technology hub. Being right next to her room which seemed a similar fashion, Thumbelina was constantly compelled to keep her den as comfortable as possible.

Slowly she closed the door after Dylan stepped through. "What are you exactly?"

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[Prrrgadilly]

"Really Casey, three slices of pie is more than enough. Thanks, but I've got work to get to, and I don't want to fall behind." Marshall called over his shoulder as he left Rita's. As always, his speech was measured and paced so purposefully that one would think erroneously that he had a speech impediment, and the low volume of his deep voice shouldn't have carried quite as far as it did without feeling too loud.

He heard a round of laughter from the entire diner as the door shut; everyone knew that Marshall was never late for anything. Not that it was something you could tell him; Marshall was convinced that he was just an average guy that happened to be really tall. Which was made all the more hilarious because everyone, Marshall included, knew that normal people visited Loudwater, but the strange ones stayed, so there was no way he could actually be average. Regardless of how blind he was to is own situation.

As he walked across the parking lot, Marshall crafted his mental to-do list and decided to head to check City Hall's basement first since it was the farthest from the diner, and he could work his way back towards the diner in time to catch a late lunch. Nodding to himself, Marshall stolled along the sidewalk towards the City Hall, smiling softly and waving at townpeople as he went. His eyes were currently bright green.

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[FireMaiden]

Dylan Evergreen
Location: Libaray
Interaction: TerrorKitty
Dylan cocked an eyebrow. There were a few options of what this girl could be talking about. Her job, nationality, species...Dylan wasn't dull however, and so she let out a confident chuckle. "What a bold question," She replied, letting her golden eyes meet this girl. "One that I don't have to answer." Stepping past, Dylan picked a computer and sat down, putting the book in her hands on the table beside her, she looked back at Thumbelina, "And one I could ask you."

 

[Twin Fantasy]

Sawyer shook his head.

"I'm fully indifferent."

That was his expected state. No expression lived on his face. It was hard, and painful, to move his face a whole lot. It kind of burned sometimes. And that was fine, most dolls didn't need to move their face-parts at all. Talking wasn't much of a struggle, but the concept of expressiveness was a bit too much to ask. And, once you've been in the same vessel for more than a month or two, the rage turns into boredom. And boredom is, merely, another word for indifference. "I just wasn't sure why you were here, there's never anything new, and if you just wanted to talk there must be something on your mind. After all, I haven't got many stories to tell." His hands folded over his lap. Quiet. Complacent. Sawyer. "Or if you just wanted to look, that's fine too."

Narcissy

 

[Rockwithfries]

Loud music blared in his ears, his mind focused on the beauty in front of him, it was a amazing vehicle. It was also a design of his own, he tried using the best parts to make this vehicle, and while it wasn’t yet done he could see the greatness it would be. He sighed and turned off his music and stared at what he had done. He had made a lot of progress today, and he estimated he would finish the car in a week.

He opened the door to his auto body shop and switched the sign to close. He stepped out and got in his car, and drove to the nearest cafe. It was a small cafe, but he ate lunch there everyday and got he same thing every time. He took his order and he sat down to eat.