- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- In the mornings usually but only during the week. Weekends are devoted to the family.
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Genres
- Modern, Magical, Romance, Medieval, Fantasy, Slice of Life
Alison stepped inside Jean's lovely home, happy to have some sort of change of pace from her usual dull and boring life, the life forced upon her. She smiled to Jean and the others, following into the kitchen and setting the small bag of in season fruits on the counter. "I brought you some fruits from the store," Alison said to Jean. "I'm sure you can whip something up with these some time." She crossed her arms in front of herself and greeted the others in the home. It was nice to be in such a social event. Their every move was still being watched but it was still a welcome distraction for all of them.
Everyone was doing their part to help but Alison stood to the side. She was distracted. She felt like she had forgotten something important and couldn't shake the feeling. Her eyes scanned over Jean's gorgeous kitchen as she took in every small detail. The journalist in her wanted to analyze the situation, monitor everyone's body language but she pushed down those thoughts and feelings. She wasn't a journalist anymore. She didn't need to investigate or report on anything. She just needed to fit in.
It seemed Alison was not the only one a little distracted that evening. Lee burned his hand with the coffee. Ali thought the action curious. Lee worked in a coffee shop, handled the liquid almost every day...why would he burn himself? No Ali, stop investigating. Smile and pretend as though it was the most normal thing you have ever seen. Lee's pleasant demeanor helped move her thoughts and distract her again. She couldn't afford to look as though she was acting anything other than "normal". "You alright Lee?" she said with a hint of concern but was distracted when she heard Casey mention a portion of her old life. Alison's eyes darted quickly to the girl and she shook her head ever so slightly, trying to signal to the girl that those words were unacceptable.
Casey was new to Cascade Falls and hopefully her small slip would go unnoticed or at least forgiven by those that were on the other side of the camera. Alison did her best to hide her slip. "Yes all the mothers here at Cascade Falls swear by butter. They always come into the store and tell me all about the many uses of butter." She smiled warmly but inside she hoped that Casey's slip would not cause any issues. She didn't really know the girl but she didn't want to see her on the other side of the Sheriff's knife either.
As if on cue, the wailing screams from the other side of the fence pierced through the kitchen walls. Ali jumped slightly but didn't look at the direction of the fence, she couldn't risk it. She moved instead towards the wine bottle and poured herself a drink. She drank half its content before she remembered herself and slowed the pace. She refilled her glass with a soft smile, "The wine is great by the way." She breathed in deeply and went out to the porch where the others were gathering for more pretending as if everything was fine and she didn't just hear the wails of some beast.
Sheriff Eric was already outside, possibly doing the same as her. "Evening Sheriff," Ali said with a smile, raising her glass in some sort of toasting gesture. She didn't really know what else to say. Before her stood the man that carried out "justice" in this town. Everyone feared him in one way or another. "I haven't seen you pass by the store in a while. You should drop by. You must be running low on groceries. I just received a fresh shipment. Gotta get 'em while they're fresh."