âWell, we all make mistakes, dear, so just put it behind you. We should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us.â george pullman. 38. mayor.
Hey! My name is LĂvia, Iâm twenty four and Iâm from Brasil. Iâm a law student/intern. Here are three fun facts about me: (1) i was watching a small town show and I went âiâm either making a small town rp, or iâm finding one that fits all my different criteriaâ and I canât tell you all how glad I was to find Somerton because it saved me from creating 10 thousand pages of small town info. (2) my dog is named after luke skywalker. (3) i overuse l.m. montgomery quotes for literally everything, i apologize in advance.
ii. george
you can find the bio here (tws: death, car crash, teen pregnancy) and underneath the cut, iâll start talking about him
OKAY SO IF YOU READ THE BIO, YOUâLL REALIZE I DECIDED TO REALLY GIVE THIS MAN A TRAGIC BACKSTORY (look, iâve had george since like 2018, and for some reason everytime i adapt him for a new rp, his backstory gets a little sadder, iâm worried about this man, i really am).Â
quick summary: golden child becomes spoiled, discovers his gf is pregnant at 18, his parents die on the way to the hospital, he raises his sister and his daughter. he eventually becomes a nurse and then the mayor.
 good boy, tired boy.
But tbh, George is actually a pretty cheerful muse. He is a happy guy, he has found peace and balance. He is the sort of guy who smiles at everyone and whose shoulder is always free, he is a great listener and he really tries with his advice (might not always be the best, but he gives it from the heart).
He has a 20 year old daughter and a 34 year old sister. While the age difference between him and his sister might not be that big, it was in the moment they lost their parents -- he had to finish raising her, made sure she graduated high school and got into a good college.
He is the current mayor. Recently elected, been doing a good job so far. Formerly, he worked in the daycare (and did some odd jobs around town as well), before he graduated from university and became a nurse. He worked at the hospital for practically a decade (he was a dermatology nurse).
He has lived in Somerton all of his life and has always been the sort of person to befriend lots of people. Those who went to high school with him might have a bad opinion of him (he went through a jerk phase, would love to plot a connection for that tbh), but itâs been twenty years and he is a beloved guy. His family has lived in the town for decades. HIs father was a doctor, and his mother was an author (published romances set in Maine).
iii. injury (tw. nerve damage)
I ended up not going into this in the bio, but he had to go undergo some surgeries after the car accident. He has nerve damage and lost some sensation in his left leg. A former quarterback, George tries to act like nothing is wrong, but he has some troubles.
He uses a cane sometimes when the pain is bad/when he has lost sensation in the leg. He is a bit touchy about it and will sometimes not use the cane when he is supposed to.
iv. wanted connections
friends: LOOK, HE IS NICE, HE IS FRIENDLY, HE IS LOYAL, HE WOULD DEFINETLY HAVE A BUNCH OF FRIENDS. Gimme his guy friends that he shares a beer after work, and then give me some girl friends that he also shares a beer after work.
old friends: iâd really die for someone who has known george for like 15 years, gimme some people who know him very well!!
ex-girlfriend: how about someone he was dating a few years ago, but he was so focused on his daughter that the relationship fizzled out/they had angry fights about him not making time for her?
former co-workers: imagine you wake up one day and a person you work with is suddenly in charge of the town? everyone who works at the hospital had to deal with that!!
fuck buddy: look, the man is busy and while his daughter is finally an adult, he has gotten used to not having a proper relationship, just passing ones.Â
anyone who works in the town hall: he is a good boss, i swear.
âSee, I think you can be the kind of person to pull of anything if you just have the guts to try it. Who says people only fit in one box!?â Layla was very much an advocate of âdo what makes you happyâ rather than what other people expected you to do - and if that was the way you wanted to talk, then it should be embraced. âI say go for it! Experiment! Whatâs the worst that could happen?â
âNot to keep talking about school, but Iâm pretty sure it was high school. They sorted us out into these tiny little groups and we all thought it was going to matter.â When he looked back at the person he was in high school, he wanted to go back and shake that little idiot out of his skin. âFelicity Reddy reading the email on air the next morning and ripping me to shreds? Or, worse, Sullivan writing an op-ed about it.â
And you lifted your head and smiled. And I know people arenât stars, god I know. But fuck science, fuck logic. You are the brightest goddamn sun I have ever seen.
The sound of someone shouting after him down the street had his stomach clenching horribly and Logan turned, half expecting to see his ex-boyfriend. He was surprise to see it wasnât, and it was, in fact, the Mayor. Logan had never spoken to him properly - he wasnât the kind of person for idle chitchat, but he still recognise the other man. Logan raised an eyebrow at the question and pulled his phone out so he could respond. âA huge batch of cookies and a cake?â He typed, letting his app speak for him as he always did. âHow many cookies are we talking and what kind of cake? If itâs a big order Iâm not too if we would be able to do it.â
Despite his earlier hurry, George settles back as he waits for Logan to type. âI donât need a big cake, or anything really fancy. Okay, a little fancy. Two pounds, vanilla with strawberries? Or whatever fruit is in season, the staff isnât very picky.â After failing to do the math in his head twice, he laughs self consciously before counting each person on his fingers. âTwelve people, so thatâs... thirty six cookies? Fourty to be safe? What do you think?âÂ
âThatâs it, Iâm filing a complaint.â Marie raised her hands, though the tone of her voice made it clear she was just kidding. âThanks, thatâs exactly what Iâm looking for to hear from now on.â She chuckled. âHow youâve been though? I bet lots of stuff to take care of since the storm went on.â
âHmm, sure. File your complaint.â George said with a small tsk, grinning from ear to ear. âIâll be sure to tell you that every time I see you.â The storm makes him shake, the endless hours still weighing heavily on his shoulders. âItâs been a nightmare, really. Youâd think we would all be ready for it, it happens almost every year. But there is an endless list of problems.â he sighs. âAnd Maggie is back, itâs been... Itâs been hard.â Â
Lowell thought the way the kids just listened to George was the perfect example about how Somerton felt about their mayor. They listened and trusted him and the rest of the townâs civic leadership, especially after their successful handling of the storm.
âGus and I were headed to Full Oâ Beans before work.â One of their bagel breakfast sandwiches and a large hot chocolate were calling Lowellâs name. âWanna come with? Coffee on me. Best way to warm up, yeah?â
âI never say no to free coffee.â It was his lifeline and on dreary days, his only friend. A bit of a dramatic description, but coffee has been there for him for decades -- when Maggie was teething and didnât let him sleep, when he had long shifts at the hospital, when snow decides to blanket every inch of his town. âYou guys been busy?â
âOh itâll for sure be the headline, weâll have reporters following you around for ongoing updates about the whole thing for the next twenty four hours.â Felicity joked, although knowing the calmness of the town, she might not be far off it turned out to be a particularly slow news day. âIt was a great show actually, we had a local chef come on and cook with us, so I was fed and watered before I left which is always a bonus. Youâll have to come on again when we have another one, get some good food in you at the same time as speaking to your people. Busy day for you today?âÂ
âYou know, I always wondered about that â you guys actually eat the stuff? It looks kinda fake sometimes. Not you, but you know, Kathy Lee, I donât think she ever ate anything.â George risked a glance at his watch, he wasnât that horribly late, he could stop by the bakery to order something. âIâll have to take you up on that. Just give me the call and Iâll be there. You might even convince to put on an apron.â
location: outside of the hospital (parking lot or sidewalk)
when: nighttime - whatever day of the week
open starter @somertonstarterâ
Being a trauma nurse, meant that she was surrounded by just that⏠trauma, in a way that had almost dissensitized her. Almost. For the first time in a long time, Eleanor was leaving the hospital with her body shuddering and skin crawling, she hated when accidents hit too close to home, or when injured and even deceased people reminded her of other people she loved. Nell felt two seconds away of slipping into the abyss she felt when her aunt passed away and she didnât want to do that, Emma was home, waiting for her, and she deserved more than a mother feeling rattled. Picking the crisis pack of cigarettes she carried around, Eleanor put one between her lips before raising her eyes and lifting her eyebrows at the person who was close to her. âDo you want me to smoke somewhere else?â She offered, not really annoyed or anything, but the last thing she needed was someone complaining as she attempted to take the edge off the only way she knew how. It was either this or group therapy and God knew she was not going there.
âNo, itâs fine.â If it was anyone else, the fine would come with a heavy tone, a reminder that these things kill and itâs 2021 for godâs sakes! If you are smoking, you better have a goddamn good reason. Which is exactly what Eleanor had. Though trauma was far from his specialty when he was a nurse, sometimes he was called to help out during a nightmare shift. What he saw those nights would haunt him for the rest of his life. âWant some company?â
âItâs wishful thinking. Iâm projecting my hopes into the universe and desperately hoping it listens to me.â Realistically, Wesley would say there was a ninety percent chance that the girls would pelt him with softballs if he got them into the sport. âThanks. I think they are, I hope they are. It would mean Iâm doing a good job with this dad thing. One would hope I know what Iâm doing after seven years. Almost eight. Weâre days away from the next birthday.â
âNot to drag you down, but wait until they are teenagers. You will need to learn it all over again.â George said with a little grimace, humor dancing in his voice. Behind Wesley, he saw a few other kids running around, waving what seemed to be... âAre they attacking each other with carrots?â
âSeems itâs just us today.â well, technically Mrs. Yellen was also there, but after she greeted them and thanked them for giving up their day to help her sort out all the donations, she promptly fell asleep in the corner. While the worst of the cold front seemed to be behind them, the frost still lingered in the air, promising a cold March. Grabbing a glove, he looked around for its pair, but it seemed to have been donated alone... and with mold.Â
âWell, thatâs going to the trash.â Mrs. Yellen snorted in her sleep, as if in agreement.
âHey, hey, hey! Wait up!â Jogging to catch up with Logan, panting slightly from running the whole street in the cold â men, winter had done a number of him, he was way out of shape. âHey, uh. Kind of last minute, but any chance I can get a huge batch of cookies and a cake today?â
Lifting his eyes away from the paperwork, George grinned. âIf you are here to ask me for something, just leave.â He said staring at the pile of paperwork that was teetering on the edge of his desk. âThey got here first. But if you are here to talk, please distract me.â One of the many benefits of being mayor was getting to know Sebastian â they always seemed to miss each other, their ages perfectly separated, so they were never in a similar place in life. That changed now.
James couldnât even PRETEND to look guilty because he most definitely wasnât, especially when he could tell that George wasnât even mad at him. Maybe he could attempt to look remorseful but it was a waste of time. âYes. I DO call it fun. What else could you call terrorising the townâs mayor if itâs not fun?â Acting like a child still was fun and frankly these days, everyone could do with having a bit of a laugh considering how stressful everything had been with the snowstorm.Â
âA federal offense.â George quipped, starting to smile. Walking to the nearest bench, George sat down, stretching his leg. If he was going to sit and talk (terrorize) James for a little bit, best to be comfortable, right? âDid you think of that?â