Moon Song || Solo
TIMING: December 3rd, 2022 LOCATION: Somewhere in White Crest. SUMMARY: Winn says goodbye to an old friend. WARNINGS: None.
Winn had always loved the Moon.

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Moon Song || Solo
TIMING: December 3rd, 2022 LOCATION: Somewhere in White Crest. SUMMARY: Winn says goodbye to an old friend. WARNINGS: None.
Winn had always loved the Moon.
stolensiren:
I keep seeing people talk about those things and I’m, like, so mad that I haven’t come across one yet. I just want to see one! And maybe punt it!
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I swear to fuck, I’ll put this out on a blimp! Plane? Fuck me, I’ll write it on a shirt and wear it around the Common every day. Do not go after the lobstrosities!
But since no one takes my damn advice, wear a steel toe boot. Things’re stronger than the average lobster. There’s a reason that they’re not called Lobsters of Unusual Size. The name ain’t a threat, it’s a promise.
ironcladrhett:
Don’t know what that means. Anyway, not steel. Iron. If they got foam, that’s on them. Bad practice.
Maybe souls’re a crock ah’ shit. Maybe everythin’ that dies can have a ghost. Maybe we ain’t perceptive enough to see the little ones. Nothin’ would surprise me at this point.
Oh, like... LARP. Live Action Role-Playing. Folks dress up as characters — like, say, pirates — and act ‘em out. Never participated myself, but I hear it’s fun. Not deadly, so, like, bro, be careful with the iron or the steel or the foam. Wait, is this not a bit?
Yeah, I’m gonna need a bowl to think that’n over. ‘S a nice thought ‘n all, but that’s a lot of ghosts. Swimmin’ around in the, uh, spectral water. Regular water?
ironcladrhett:
Saw the flag. Heard ‘em callin’ orders. Definitely dead pirates, gonna be extra dead when I get at ‘em. Heh. Good chance of that happenin’. Me? Countin’ on it. Good scar story.
What, you a soul expert?
You sure they ain’t just... cosplayers? LARPers? I’d hate for ya to interrupt some LARPers havin’ a good time in their, uh, spooky haunted pirate LARP. Never bring steel to a foam fight and all that.
Well... Nah, no. But I don’t think my worldview can cope with fish ghosts. If fish ain’t got souls, they ain’t got ghosts, right? This isn’t an All Dogs Go to Heaven situation. All Fishes Go to Fish Heaven?
evebrennan:
So what you’re saying, in theory, is if I get myself into trouble with some lobstrosities, there’s a chance you’ll come running up to me with a hockey stick to whack it? Scale of 1 to maimed, how bad could this go if you don’t show up with a hockey stick? Because this might be worth seeing…
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What I’m sayin’ is: Don’t get near the overgrown arthropods! On a scale of one to maimed? Full maimage!
Look, I’m not sayin’ I won’t look amazin’ with a gray streak from savin’ your ass, but, jeez, everyone in this town has a death wish!
ironcladrhett:
Gonna be good things when I get to fight pirates.
Lots of boats to be had, seems like. Maybe haunted by fish ghosts, can’t say yet.
Pirates? There are fuckin’ pirates? Alright, I can reconsider my opinion. So long as I don’t get cutlass’d — cutlad’d?
[User has a brief existential crisis about fish ghosts.] Fish... do not have souls.
Has anyone else seen these big ass lobsters? I know we’re a coast town but damn. Might try to catch one and see if its any good.
Bro, if your ass gets kicked by a lobstrosity, don’t say I didn’t warn ya.
Seriously, though. You get run down by one, Scooby-Doo style, and need some backup? I’m available any day that ends in a y. Still got a grudge ‘gainst those shits.
Boats. Ghost boats. Lots of ‘em. Need a real one to go check ‘em out. Anyone got a real boat and spine? Can pay.
See folks? This is what I’m fuckin’ sayin’. Nothing good happens at that beach.
I got a spine, but no boat. Could buy a boat. What should I put in the ad? “ISO: One boat, never haunted”? Eat your heart out, Hemingway.
Unless you’re like super into the idea of leaving modern life behind, I don’t recommend going to the “Renn Faire” in the Common. They’re like super intense about it and tried to run me outta the place for filming a TikTok. 0/10 recommend.
Also, taking tips for keeping my running routes totally in the present day side of things.
Kid, what have we said about talkin’ to strangers with pitchforks? “Just don’t.” ... Did they break your phone?
As for runnin’... Well, I know a guy who needs to keep himself in shape if he doesn’t want teenagers to call him slow. Wanna hit the trails?
Hey everyone, I just got my phone back. My friend decided I needed a staycation and hid it well. Actually, I think was pissed off about the demon thing really. He said something about “you need to cleanse your soul” which is fucking ridiculous in my personal opinion. For a guy who’s met my family he’s very concerned about MY undying soul. I was GROUNDED. It’s mY HOUSE. You give up believing in God and suddenly Priests are super angry about it. Whatever, I should be fine now at least.
Sorry if I missed any of your messages! Just wanted to let everyone know that I’m fine. Perfectly chipper now and would like to leave the house.
With how often folks break their damn phones ‘round here and cause a conniption, I’d be a little less eager to go hidin’ my friend’s, if you were my friend.
Speaking of: Winn Woods. Nice to have a fresh face in the “Lost, Broken, Stolen, Hidden, or Otherwise Disabled” Phone Club.
If anyone catches sight of one of those shit, what were they called, what can I call them? lobstrosities? Run. Or, better yet, don’t even go to the beach ‘round here. Nothin’ good ever happens at that beach.
... That said. As someone who’s made more than a couple’a dumbass drunken decisions, can’t say I’d be mad if I got called in to help. Last real bad season for ‘em, I broke a good hockey stick getting one to stay down. Safety in packs numbers.
Name: Winn Woods Species: Werewolf Occupation: Hockey Coach Age: 28 Years Old Played By: Zee Face Claim: Lewis Tan
“Y’all can try to outrun the past… But trust me: It’s a fast fucker.”
Winn was born into greatness, destined to be a winner. As sole heir to his single mother’s political legacy, Winn quickly learned two things: 1.) Don’t ask about your father. 2.) Excel. And so, Winn molded himself into the perfect, All-American Teen. His grades? Passable enough, for a future politician. Extracurriculars? Winn captained his high school hockey team and led them to victory at states, twice. Raised at campaign events, Winn learned his mom’s best tricks for making people happy, even without lying. And why shouldn’t he make folks happy?
Through all of this, Winn never gave much thought to what he wanted. His mother wanted success, so he’d give her success. So long as he was moving along his predetermined path, he could be content, right? Winn was the vessel for his mother’s hopes—for herself, for the future, for America. With the right phone calls (and a well-placed donation), he could attend a good college, get a degree, any degree would do, and claim his destiny. And if Winn didn’t quite know what that was, so what?
But college changed things. Left to his own devices for the first time, Winn felt like he could finally be himself. Given a sip of freedom, Winn drank heavily of it. Parties, after all, were filled with happy people. And the best parties were thrown by the Dogs. More formally known as the brothers of Alpha Rho Phi, the Dogs were the usual mix of salmon shorts and homoerotic subtext, sure, but there was something… more. The best part, though? The Dogs didn’t care about who Winn was or who he was supposed to be. Shit, his mother’s name meant nothing. By the time Winn finished rushing, and had proven his mouth could do more than just talk pretty to a number of the brothers, Winn was in and the Dogs’ secret was out.
The truth? The brothers were more than just a fraternity, they were a pack of born werewolves. Winn was a curiosity—a human—but the pack had agreed. They wanted him there, wanted Winn to join their pack. With them, Winn saw a chance to be more than what his mother had wanted. What was a little risk when he’d finally realized the alternative was so suffocating? This was his choice. And one night, under a moonlit sky, shivering in the forest outside the university, he decided to leave behind the person he was, forever. The change was brutal, but his packmates were good at keeping a young wolf under control—or knowing when to lock him in the cellar, at least. Winn had enough grit for it, he figured. After all, it was a new lease on life—hell, most days, Winn was happy.
Unfortunately, it wouldn’t last. Three perfect years ended in one drunken mistake. When Winn finally came to, he couldn’t remember much. But the pack told Winn that they’d found him with a silver dagger lodged deep in his chest, courtesy of the worst possible one night stand, a hunter. None of his packmates blamed Winn; they pulled every connection they had to cover the hunter’s death up, to protect their own. But while that asshole was nothing more than a stain on the frat house floor, Winn couldn’t forgive himself. He’d put his pack, his family, at risk.
That guilt was nearly the death of him. Winn stuck around long enough for graduation, then he ran. But without the support of the pack, Winn’s wolf left a trail of blood. Didn’t matter whether they were hunters or just a “threat.” Winn killed, again and again, all for the sake, he kept telling himself, of those who hadn’t already bloodied their hands. It took time, and magic, to come back to himself. And even when he did, Winn ran again, this time to White Crest—where all things wicked come, eventually, to rest.
But you can’t run forever, and, while it wasn’t easy, Winn found a way to come to terms with all of it. No more running. No more magic. Winn wanted to learn from his mistakes, to try and atone, and, maybe, to finally let go of his guilt. After all, it’s never too late for an old dog to learn new tricks… Right?
Character Facts:
Personality: Genuine, curious, discreet, sentimental, discontented, obsessive, guilt-driven, undemanding, energetic, uninhibited
Winn is gay.
Though still getting the hang of having a social life, Winn’s been the on-and-off co-coach of the local boys’ hockey team, the White Crest Cryptids (“Crypteens,” as he likes to call them), since the beginning of the 2019-20 season. They’ve been doing really well… and have learned to not question Winn’s long absences.
Winn’s father, Daniel, has kept tabs on Winn since Winn was little. Daniel finally reached out when Winn turned up in White Crest and the two have slowly built a foundation of trust. It’s still a mystery to Winn what actually happened between Daniel and Winn’s mom, but Winn hasn’t mustered up the courage to ask.
Winn’s relationship with his mother, Elaine, is best described as “frosty,” and has been since Winn was turned—not that she knows what caused her son to abandon all of her plans.
Owns a Giant Schnauzer named Denny—short for “Pawsible Deniability,” named for Winn’s habit of taking him on long walks in the rain. (Winn says he was drunk when he wrote the name down and he was… but he genuinely thought the word was “pawsible” and not “plausible.” Don’t ask him what he thought pawsible was supposed to mean.)
Since facing his past, he’s reached out to his former packmates, still technically is a part of their pack. They don’t know all of what happened, but they’ve made it clear that they want him back in their lives, if he wants them back in his. Winn’s still trying to convince himself that he deserves their trust.
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@laylacooke:
Dear Winn,
My heart is shattered. When I got the news, I thought that this couldn’t be real. That it was some cruel joke. Maybe you had run off again, like you did before, but the longer I let it sink in…I felt it. I felt everything inside of me crashing and burning knowing that you weren’t coming back. That you were just gone. I’m so sorry we didn’t get to spend another day together. To talk. To play the guitar. I still it have, by the way. My guitar. I haven’t really picked it up since I found out. I just can’t. It’s too hard. It’s like that saying…the day you died is the day the music died. I just feel so lost without your guidance. In such a short amount of time you gave me so much. Hell, you even bailed me out of jail, and you were going to give me my first real place to call my own. Now, I don’t know what to do. Ariana’s moved out. Ulf lives in his new cabin. And me and Indy, we’re just still here at the trailer. I’ve gotta figure out how to get out of this place. It’s like a memory of all the bad things that have happened. And it’s lonely. Frankie went back to be with her family. And most days I feel like I don’t belong anywhere. Just me and Indy trying to survive. I miss you, Winn. And it’s not fair that in this bullshit fucked up town you can’t come back. I hope that wherever you are, you’re at peace. And that I see you again someday in the great forest in the sky. I know we didn’t know each other that long, but you made a difference in my life, and for that I’ll forever be grateful. I love you, Winn Woods. Listen for the heartbreaking howl tonight, because that will be me.
Your friend, Layla
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[pm] I can't do this Winn. Please, I can't do this.
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Hockey Coach Shot Dead in the Outskirts
by staff | September 3, 2020
A man was shot and killed Thursday evening in White Crest’s Outskirts neighborhood, police said.
Officers responded around 5:30 p.m. Thursday to a reported shooting on Main Street, in front of the Main Street Arena. The victim was taken to White Crest General Hospital and was pronounced dead on arrival. Time of death is estimated to have been just before 5:00 p.m. While a full autopsy has not been performed, police have said it appears the victim was shot once in the heart. It is unlikely that he suffered.
The man has been identified as Winn Woods, 27, a counselor who had recently taken up private practice in White Crest. Mr. Woods coached the White Crest Cryptids in their most recent season. Woods is survived by his father, Daniel Woods.
Police have made no arrests in the shooting, and those living near the Arena reported no gunshots when interviewed.
Anyone with information is asked to call the department [here].
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Location: Main Street Arena
Content Warning: Gun Use
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