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    The South

    Although the southern parts of the city might not have the luxuries of the north or the down town vibe of the east, but these suburbs still have their own sort of charm. Here small neighborhood owned shops often run rampant, individuals often know each other by first name. The west is a quaint, quiet part of town. It's the sort of place where children can be seen playing safely on the sidewalks and clamoring in the park. On the weekends in the families often take to the beach to enjoy the warm waters that surround the city.

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    Hyde Park

    Hyde Park

    Hyde Place takes up a large part of the Southern side of the city and includes a large playground, several fountains, and a small garden. The park is open from five in the morning till midnight though many shady characters may visit this place while it's technically "closed". The park has also been a venue for several concerts and hosts many holiday related events. Under a full moon, witches are often seen here for the sacred ground beneath the iconic Weeping Beech.

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    The Outskirts

    The Outskirts

    Beyond the city limits and over the bridge lies the deep, dark, and almost impenetrable forest. Often times seen as a way to guard this magical city from the world that surrounds it, many are entirely ignorant of the evil that may creep between those tree trunks. Many were-creatures use the forest for the transformations of their newest members and some even take to hunting here. It isn't particularly peculiar for people to go missing within this forest but once you get through, the rest of the world awaits.

winter's hand will freeze your heart again Mr. Viking!73.96.164.127Posted On April 14, 2017 at 5:12 PM by Cecily Grace

she found out she couldn't fly.

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I’ve found her. The thought is both exhilarating and terrifying. She’d found her sister, her sweet baby sister and that was a miracle. The problem? Well, Frost. Despite having stumbled to his house that night in a drunken fit of lunacy, she didn’t trust the Were any further than she could throw him, and that wasn’t far at all. She didn’t trust anyone in this city - save her sister - and despite her sister’s insistence that Frost was nothing but kind to her, Cecily couldn’t quite help wondering if he had his own motivations for such altruism.

She doesn’t like it, and it was probably obvious in the ways she’d made excuses to get out of that house after talking to Claire and assuring herself that her sister - however dishevelled - was okay.

Claire, unfortunately, had no interest in coming with her, so Cecily found herself in the park with a cigarette dangling from her mouth and a vacant stare to her eyes, the cool night air doing nothing to stifle the warmth of her skin. The drinking flush made her cheeks a rosy pink and her thoughts a cluttered mess, though it had gotten considerably better since seeing Claire. Worse, too; the ghost boy bouncing a translucent ball not ten feet away from her brought her approaching sobriety to attention.

Her eyes flutter shut, but the sound of the phantom ball slapping the pavement doesn’t go away. ”Can I help you?” She feels silly asking it and will certainly look just as silly if anyone were to see hear her, but it feels wrong to ignore the child. Funny, as that’s just what he does to her after giving her a withering look, as if the sound of her voice had somehow interrupted his play. ”Well, sor-ry,” she mutters, rolling her eyes and turning her face away from him.

She couldn’t help a ghost that didn’t want her help.
With an exasperated sigh, she slumps into the bench and takes a long, slow drag of her cigarette.



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