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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 again73.96.164.127Posted On April 14, 2017 at 5:52 PM by Cecily Grace

she found out she couldn't fly.


The bouncing of that stupid ball is enough to drive a person mad. Smoke curls from her nose slowly and she grits her teeth, willing her brain to block out the sound. It doesn’t work, but it doesn’t matter because her attention is snatched up by the cigarette being unceremoniously yanked from her hand and tossed to the ground to be snubbed out by the grinding of a boot. The boot in question is attached to a burly man that looks like he might’ve stepped out of some other life, a much earlier period in the history of mankind.

He isn’t unattractive, but her immediate reaction to him is not exactly positive. He did steal her cigarette, after all.

”If you’re going to kill me, get it over with,” she snaps, turning her slender face up to glare at him through heavy-lidded eyes. It’s too late and she’s still a bit too drunk to care at this point, and at least her death would put an end to the ghosts. I hate those fucking ghosts, she thinks, glad of one thing, at least. With him standing there like a surly ax murderer, she can at least pretend the boy is gone.

Well, other than the bounce of the phantom ball.

”If you aren’t going to kill me, I’ll thank you for being an attractive distraction.” It’s a statement of fact more than a flirtation, as he is rather lovely to look at. Still, she shouldn’t be worrying about attractive men and ghost boys in the park while her sister sleeps the night away at Frost’s house. She should be doing a thousand other things, most importantly concocting some plan to convince Claire to come away with her or at least stay with her for a little while until she can figure things out and find a safe place for them to relocate.

She should be doing just about anything other than being a worthless, washed up drunk wasting her sleeping ours on a wooden bench in the park.

Yet here she sits.

Probably about to die. At least the view is nice.


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