“More soldiers?” Bea wondered, watching the military truck fly down the street. “At this point you’d think we’re actually hiding a being from another planet.” A touch of sarcasm coated her words; never one to believe there were aliens hiding amongst them. “Can you believe this? –Anyway, what can I get you started with?”
“All I know is that it’s been keeping me up for weeks, so could I get a coffee? Need a pick-me-up.” Fredrick rubbed at the crust in his eyes from only getting a couple hours of sleep the night prior. He lived close to the base so if it wasn’t the sounds of trucks, it was the bright lights on as they worked. “I have been reading up on it though. Heard they’re looking into a UFO crash site!”
“oh my god! hi I haven’t seen you in forever!” aylin grinned widely as she bounded over to the other person! “sorry that person over there was giving me the major creeps and I needed an excuse to get away!” she whispered once she was close enough, eyes subtly darting over to the creepy person she was referring to.
“Oh! Uhm, heeey,” Fredrick peeked to see the creep and could feel his nerves start to rise. He wasn’t much of an actor, but clearly this person needed some help. Trying is better than nothing, so he reached out stiffly and cupped her shoulder. “It has been too long! Why don’t we, uh,” He quickly took in his surroundings, “get a coffee and catch up?”
STARTER FOR: anyone / open.
LOCATION: royal pawn shop.
“Wow!” Jen exclaims, motioning with her hands. She spins, taking her time to fully survey her surroundings. She had been here before. Many times, in fact. But only now was she able to fully soak in what was here. Here or outside of the realm of the normal, per say. “This place is like, pumping with apparitions,” The dark-haired girl states, her eyes as wide as quarters. Though it was hard to tell through her smeared black eye makeup. Racoon eyes, as her mother would say. “Don’t you feel it?”
"Wh-What!?" Fredrick quickly whipped around to check his surroundings. There wasn't anything in immediate view, but now with the thought of potential ghosts, every groan and creak from the bulding made him nervous. "Ah, man. Jen, i came here to get a new chair, not to speak with the dead."
𝘚𝘜𝘓 𝘚𝘜𝘓 ! — ( winston duke, cis man, he/him ) welcome to strangetown, [ FREDRICK RICHARDS ]. you’re working at [ STRANGETOWN GROCERY ], right? as [ NIGHT MANAGER ]. your birthday’s coming up, right? you’re [ THIRTY-FOUR ] right now, so you’ll be… yeah. okay. we have decorations for that. has anyone told you that you’re really [ RESOURCEFUL ]? what? oh… you’re actually really [ STUBBORN ]? too bad. good meeting you, though! ( kaya , 26 , est , she/her )
fredrick richards
Name: fredrick richards
Nickname: freddie, rick ( chill with whatever )
Age: 34
Gender and Pronouns: cis man, he/him
Sexuality: bisexual
Zodiac: virgo
Hometown: belladonna cove
Has been in Strangetown for: eight years
Occupation(s): night manager at strangetown grocery, freelance mechanic
Positive Traits: resourceful, neat, generous
Negative Traits: stubborn, uptight, naive
townie turned playable
you don't remember much from before moving to strangetown, just bits and pieces. it's not like you have total memory loss, but it has become difficult for you to actually visualize events. as though your memory is just made up of written facts you took note of rather than experiences that affect your entire being.
for example, you know you have two brothers, both younger, but you can't quite picture their faces. you know one's in a band and the other's at a high level in the gamer career, but what were their astrological signs again? where were they even living at nowadays? back home in belladonna cove? no, you're pretty sure geoff moved away. he's the one with the band... right? or was that frank? everything gets all jumbled up the more you try to remember.
the only thing you could properly remember was her. with her autumn red hair and chocolate eyes, she wasn't your normal type as you preferred hard-workers with mechanical interest, but something about her made the world seem brighter. you remember meeting her at a community lot, which one is lost on you, but you recall her warmly greeting you before offering you a coffee. a kind gesture from a complete stranger. you gladly accepted and listened as she talked for hours, hanging onto every word she threw your way. then, she invited you back to her place, and the rest was history. you both lived together in loving bliss. everything was perfect until it wasn't.
you still don't know what happened. out of the blue, he decided to end things and kick you out of her house. she went about how you two have no bolts of chemistry and that you were just and experiments to her. you listen to her, but it's hard for you to understand. if you weren't meant to be, then how could you feel so strongly for her? she doesn't listen and insists you leave, so after fiver years, you pack your stuff and go with one final look at the love of his life and her greening skin.
but now you're here, in good ole strangetown, and you hope to work on yourself and your dreams. you're hoping to own a bunch of businesses starting with an auto repair shop. for now though to make an income, most people can find you managing the overnight shift in strangetown grocery. you're just trying to take it day by day.
extra fun facts
his past is sort of a blur to him. as though nothing happened before strangetown. it stressed him out, but sometimes he doesn't mind seeing as this move was to be a fresh start. ( meta: he's a sim who was bundled to a lot and moved neighborhood which results in memory loss. )
part of a reddit group that discusses the bella goth mystery. he personally believes the alien abduction theory.
has a golden labrador retriever named johnny who is pretty much his best friend. he's a fantastic listener.
enjoys listening to classic rock when he takes long drives through the desert.
a real stickler for the rules. runs strangetown grocery by the book, which can be annoying to some, but at least, he always has your back against a karen.
outside of his necessities, the only things he ought from belladonna cove were paintings of his ex. it's the reason he recalls her the clearest.
his ex was a witch, plain and simple. she was a playable sim a player used to see all the spells a witch sim could cast. their favorite was getting townies to fall in love with her. fredrick had no idea.
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