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It’s time to introduce the current residents of Brookdale! My new story lead BACC! The following posts are taken from a local journalist and photographer, originally for a tourist leaflet in hopes of promoting the town to people on the mainland. Including a small interview with each resident!

From The Journal of Fredrick Nicholson (2018) - “As I swung my rope across the pillars of the dock, the scent of fresh sea salt wafted into my nose. It was cold and i didn’t honestly want to be here but the guys back at the printing company said there’s a lot of ‘economic opportunity’ for me and the company, if i introduce these folks to whatever washed up bohemian hippies that decide to step onto this frozen town. No honest working man would step foot on this town, it’s bare.

As i planted my shoes off the splintering wooden dock to the hard and pale sand a woman seemingly glided upon me, her shoes unbothered by the awkward terrain of the sand, she knew this place, i checked my reference sheet and after a few reassuring glances I knew who she was.

Miss Kennedy Braithwait, daughter of the Mayor of Misty Peaks down south and who’s Mother was embroiled in some sort of.....thing with the political competition. Young Kennedy started running for local council positions at the age of 21 and was doing quite well for a rich politicians daughter - guess she had genes for it - until her mother fooled around with one of her ‘beloved husbands’ political rivals, needless to say it seemed to be serious, and she announced her step down from the politics of Misty Peaks and her popular candidacy for member of the local council of Acanthop Isle in the north-west and drew into a reclusive state. It was interesting that she decided to start from scratch, she took me to her large mansion on the street of other large houses (i was told it was the first street settled, historically) her house was quaint.

“Tea?” her voice rang through the corridor with the assurance that carried her through the early elections as i took off my worn out boots, i rejected the tea and she sat down, busily adjusting her skirt and removing the number of small shortbread crumbs that had sprinkled on her clothes.”

“So, why are you here, exactly? Why here?”

She sat poised, the answer clearly brewing inside her

“Hmm, the nature, the outdoors. I just love it! I spent a lot of time travelling with my dad, from meeting room to meeting room Bridgeport to San Myshuno, very grey, very...stale”

“He a busy man?”

She sighs

“Yes...family is important to me, it’s my compass and my anchor it grounds me and it tells me where to go next in a sense, having him away for so long or seeing him walk into my first apartment with a personal assistant and a bodyguard broke that sacred thing, that bond. i’m proud of him but...”

She pauses for about 10 seconds, the grandfather clock ticking.

“My children will always be my children, if we could move on to the next question that would be great, i’m sorry its just-”

“Sorry m’am, what do you feel you can do for the town? are you sure your up for the task?”

She sips her tea

“Absolutely!” She says, almost overjoyed i had brought the subject up

“I’m very self assured with this sort of thing, it’s in my blood and it’s what I've always really wanted to do really. Of course there’s challenges, I’ve never worked on education policy and tourism quite so deeply before but i’m enjoying it, i’m just happy I have the essential people with me, I WAS chosen after all so they must see some sort of faith”

“As you say m’am”

I make clear the photography piece for this article as she fixes her hair in the mirror, pulling it back out of her face, and she agrees. I ask her where to set up.

“No no, its okay dear i’m not into that whole fancy thing, just in front of this wall here”

She points to the wall in her bedroom

“It’s the last piece of memory i have for my mother, when my dad ordered the stripping down and selling of his old house which he kept with mum i asked to have her bedroom wallpaper, it makes me feel her presence, the colours and pattern just speak to me”

She stands in front and gives a personal, but professional smile to the camera.

Click

“Are we done?” she asks

“Yeah yeah, thanks!”

“It’s quite all right”

She gives me a warm smile and leads me out

“Have a lovely time. Saskia, the farmer, is ready to see you, she’s on the other side of town, you can borrow my bike if you want”

“Yeah thanks! i will”