06-11-2017, 05:14 AM
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highway 2-22 is a long and winding two lane road that branches off from interstate 93 to the small town of pinnacle pines, maine. pinnacle pines was similar to many small towns, as it had unquestionable integrity and pride in itself which held no real value in the real world; the local gossip moved incredibly fast because those who spread it took it upon themselves to make that their empty life's purpose, and everyone seemed to somehow know everyone else, if not in person than by some connection. pinnacle pines was stereotypical in these aspects. this stereotype was not something commonly pondered upon by anyone who lived in the forest trapped society. often, children, in their naive nature, would comment on just how typecast the surroundings were, but they were quickly hushed by the elders and everyone else. the adults of the town thoroughly denied that pinnacle pines was just the same as somewhere else. "Nowhere is like pinnacle pines! Nowhere do the trees grow as tall or the fog as thick! pinnacle pines: the north forest's gem!" they would repeat anxiously with false enthusiasm, as to not sound out of place. no one wanted to be out of place in pinnacle pines. the town itself demanded to be called 'unique' but the people refused to share the title.
pinnacle pines was founded in 1745 as a lumber and sea port town. old sea wind beaten buildings lined the side of town closest to the ocean. you could smell the salt even inside those aging buildings. pinnacle pines never completely saw a heyday, in the literal sense of the word. it was always small. always quiet. the main export was still lumber, as the town was surrounded by gargantuan pine trees on three sides, and the sea port still had the occasional visitor vessel, but nothing drastic ever changed. you were born in pinnacle pines and you died in pinnacle pines. no one ever seemed to leave and no one ever seemed to come either.
it was a general mystery to how this tiny town with few visitors stayed afloat but few had the curiosity to seek out an actual answer. in fact, curiosity was not a trait commonly found in anyone in pinnacle pines, except for the untaught children, but even they were later schooled in how to be a civil member of such a community. you see, the people of pinnacle pines lacked any curiosity. at all. they were the poster children for 'going with the flow' as an entire family could move in then leave after three months and no one would utter a word about it.
pinnacle pines' mayor was a square faced greying man named Gregory Samuel. he often said little, as most of his appearances were accompanied by his secretary and designated "voice" matthew kelly, who most basically considered the mayor anyway. matthew kelly was every young woman's dream, with a strong jawline and blue eyes. he was made up to be the most good looking person in town, an the most eligible bachelor. he had been the perfect son, grown up captain of the pinnacle pines ravens and was named the school's most promising graduate, an award, while holding a mediocre name, was the most prestigious next to valedictorian. matthew kelly's goal was to by mayor of the town, all he had to do was either win an election or wait for gregory to die off...
matthew kelly was the eldest of three siblings, and the most well respected. his sister was greer kelly, the local rebel without a cause. she was deemed crazy, as greer tended to point out just how corrupt and strange the traditions and local quips of the town were and she was often the subject of local gossip. greer had a strong jawline like her older brother and bright eyes. everyone knew greer kelly, every kid was told to stay away from her, and every teen dared each other to step onto her property. on the surface everyone shunned her because she preached the truth, but underneath, they all knew she was right.
the third sibling of the kelly family evelyn kelly. the youngest of the family, evelyn was incredibly popular, on the honor roll, and interned with her older brother matthew in the mayor's office. the kelly's ran the town, as they were the family with the most recognition and money. the kelly family leaders were john and georgia kelly. they would do anything for the success of their children. anything.
pinnacle pines was home to others, from the well respected to degenerates alike. there was summers morgan, who moved to town through the foster system and he was often rumored to be homeless, but you could always spot his brightly colored hair when we was wandering the streets. there was jane montel, the women who ran pinnacle pines high school, if she ran the school well was yet to be decided. the local newspaper, pinnacle pines daily, was headed by lauren trevor, a tiny blonde women who took no shit from nobody but was known for her ever revolving wheel of uncommitted boyfriends. the sheriff was lucas rowan, and his daughter harper rowan was an attendee of the pinnacle pines high school, but was far from the social status of evelyn kelly. The town of pinnacle pines was small, only holding maybe 5,000 residents. Each of these five thousands were connected, and everyone had something to say about at least one person the knew.
there was a defining moment in pinnacle pines’ history on november 13th, with the unexpected disappearance of anthony carson. the son of the local disgrace, there was a very small amount of people who cared about such an avent. sheriff rowan sent out a search party but the case was dropped within two weeks once a bloodied hoodie was discovered and it was assumed that anthony carson had clumsily gotten himself lost and eaten by wolves but they knew better. the town itself knew better than to think that anthony carson was simply eaten by wolves. they didn’t want to know. the people didn’t want to know what happened to him or where he’d gone, because that meant finding answers to more questions. questions no one wanted to even ask.
december 5th. harper rowan and her best friend oliver lord were still searching for anthony carson. they were looking in the woods surrounding mount kelly, the area within ten miles of kelly house, the mansion residents of the town’s most famous family. the duo, not even sure what they were looking for, stumbled upon something so much worse than the body of anthony carson. what they found had the potential to destroy the entire town of pinnacle pines. harper and oliver did the most logical thing they knew, they went to the one person who would believe them: greer kelly.
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[div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px;"]take exit 13 north to highway 2-22 - hopefully this turns out as cool as i pictured ithighway 2-22 is a long and winding two lane road that branches off from interstate 93 to the small town of pinnacle pines, maine. pinnacle pines was similar to many small towns, as it had unquestionable integrity and pride in itself which held no real value in the real world; the local gossip moved incredibly fast because those who spread it took it upon themselves to make that their empty life's purpose, and everyone seemed to somehow know everyone else, if not in person than by some connection. pinnacle pines was stereotypical in these aspects. this stereotype was not something commonly pondered upon by anyone who lived in the forest trapped society. often, children, in their naive nature, would comment on just how typecast the surroundings were, but they were quickly hushed by the elders and everyone else. the adults of the town thoroughly denied that pinnacle pines was just the same as somewhere else. "Nowhere is like pinnacle pines! Nowhere do the trees grow as tall or the fog as thick! pinnacle pines: the north forest's gem!" they would repeat anxiously with false enthusiasm, as to not sound out of place. no one wanted to be out of place in pinnacle pines. the town itself demanded to be called 'unique' but the people refused to share the title.
pinnacle pines was founded in 1745 as a lumber and sea port town. old sea wind beaten buildings lined the side of town closest to the ocean. you could smell the salt even inside those aging buildings. pinnacle pines never completely saw a heyday, in the literal sense of the word. it was always small. always quiet. the main export was still lumber, as the town was surrounded by gargantuan pine trees on three sides, and the sea port still had the occasional visitor vessel, but nothing drastic ever changed. you were born in pinnacle pines and you died in pinnacle pines. no one ever seemed to leave and no one ever seemed to come either.
it was a general mystery to how this tiny town with few visitors stayed afloat but few had the curiosity to seek out an actual answer. in fact, curiosity was not a trait commonly found in anyone in pinnacle pines, except for the untaught children, but even they were later schooled in how to be a civil member of such a community. you see, the people of pinnacle pines lacked any curiosity. at all. they were the poster children for 'going with the flow' as an entire family could move in then leave after three months and no one would utter a word about it.
pinnacle pines' mayor was a square faced greying man named Gregory Samuel. he often said little, as most of his appearances were accompanied by his secretary and designated "voice" matthew kelly, who most basically considered the mayor anyway. matthew kelly was every young woman's dream, with a strong jawline and blue eyes. he was made up to be the most good looking person in town, an the most eligible bachelor. he had been the perfect son, grown up captain of the pinnacle pines ravens and was named the school's most promising graduate, an award, while holding a mediocre name, was the most prestigious next to valedictorian. matthew kelly's goal was to by mayor of the town, all he had to do was either win an election or wait for gregory to die off...
matthew kelly was the eldest of three siblings, and the most well respected. his sister was greer kelly, the local rebel without a cause. she was deemed crazy, as greer tended to point out just how corrupt and strange the traditions and local quips of the town were and she was often the subject of local gossip. greer had a strong jawline like her older brother and bright eyes. everyone knew greer kelly, every kid was told to stay away from her, and every teen dared each other to step onto her property. on the surface everyone shunned her because she preached the truth, but underneath, they all knew she was right.
the third sibling of the kelly family evelyn kelly. the youngest of the family, evelyn was incredibly popular, on the honor roll, and interned with her older brother matthew in the mayor's office. the kelly's ran the town, as they were the family with the most recognition and money. the kelly family leaders were john and georgia kelly. they would do anything for the success of their children. anything.
pinnacle pines was home to others, from the well respected to degenerates alike. there was summers morgan, who moved to town through the foster system and he was often rumored to be homeless, but you could always spot his brightly colored hair when we was wandering the streets. there was jane montel, the women who ran pinnacle pines high school, if she ran the school well was yet to be decided. the local newspaper, pinnacle pines daily, was headed by lauren trevor, a tiny blonde women who took no shit from nobody but was known for her ever revolving wheel of uncommitted boyfriends. the sheriff was lucas rowan, and his daughter harper rowan was an attendee of the pinnacle pines high school, but was far from the social status of evelyn kelly. The town of pinnacle pines was small, only holding maybe 5,000 residents. Each of these five thousands were connected, and everyone had something to say about at least one person the knew.
there was a defining moment in pinnacle pines’ history on november 13th, with the unexpected disappearance of anthony carson. the son of the local disgrace, there was a very small amount of people who cared about such an avent. sheriff rowan sent out a search party but the case was dropped within two weeks once a bloodied hoodie was discovered and it was assumed that anthony carson had clumsily gotten himself lost and eaten by wolves but they knew better. the town itself knew better than to think that anthony carson was simply eaten by wolves. they didn’t want to know. the people didn’t want to know what happened to him or where he’d gone, because that meant finding answers to more questions. questions no one wanted to even ask.
december 5th. harper rowan and her best friend oliver lord were still searching for anthony carson. they were looking in the woods surrounding mount kelly, the area within ten miles of kelly house, the mansion residents of the town’s most famous family. the duo, not even sure what they were looking for, stumbled upon something so much worse than the body of anthony carson. what they found had the potential to destroy the entire town of pinnacle pines. harper and oliver did the most logical thing they knew, they went to the one person who would believe them: greer kelly.
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