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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.

    What's You'll Find Here

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    Beachside Bar & Bistro

    owned by Adelaide Labelle
    3 employees

    Beachside Bar & Bistro

    Resting right on the beach near the small, locally owned shops and markets sits a bar and bistro with an elegant yet modern interior. There is seating both indoors and outdoors on the back patio where one can enjoy the melodic sounds of saltwater waves and fresh air. The menu consists of French dishes alongside American and Seafood choices and a wide range of liquors at the bar inside to accommodate the varied tastes and cravings of its customers. It is a charming little establishment that allows for those needing a break from the busy city streets to come and unwind.

    Owner Adelaide Labelle

    Barkeeper Killian Carrick
    Waitress Abigail Hughes
    Waitress Elain Daray

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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.

If I Was Someone Else, Would This All Fall Apart? 47.42.168.193Posted On December 27, 2017 at 3:05 PM by Killian Carrick




There was something about Arlo that Killian just couldn’t put his finger on. It wasn’t that he was a vampire, but it was his personality. The way he talked and the way that he seemed to carry himself. It was all a curious thing to Killian.
But he couldn’t help but softly chuckle at him. It was not a normal, everday event where you would come across some in a dark park that just so happened to be a vampire. Let alone hunting them… At least Killian thought he heard that right as he was processing everything over in his head, making sure he was hearing everything spoken and that he wasn’t missing any details.



After all, it did pay for one to be attentive to all things when in the presence of another. Starting from the top of the list of the things Arlo had said.
“Well, I’m not one to judge. I can’t expect many to remember every little aspect of what they learned. But I am Irish, and me homeland is called Ireland.. It’s a beautiful country with lots of rolling green hills and many places to visit.”
Killian would explain to Arlo in way that would make him feel less silly or awkweird, whatever feelings that Arlo was feelin of the semi-negative variant.


Crusnik: It most certainly was a foreign phrase to Killian for sure. Nor had he ever thought of that Vampires actually hunted each other the way Witches and Warlocks do for blood. The thought sent a sharp, and cold shiver up the spine of Killian.. The hatred he still had for that coven that killed his parents still burned brightly, and he still dreaded the day that he would have to come face to face with one of them… Or even all of them.
But that bridge wasn’t entirely built, and he hoped that it wouldn’t be, but if the time came to cross it, he would burn it where he stood.

His mind would fade off the topic of hate, and back to Arlo.He heard he had offered to walk him through the park so that he wouldn’t be lost the next time around.
“I think I would like some form of escort around, so that I don’t get jumped by some hooligan trying to drain me pockets or worse... Me blood that runs through my veins.”
He explained to Arlo as he took a deep breath and smiled again, another soft chuckle escaping from his lips.
“I think you mean boyfriend… Because that’s not my interest lad. But, I can’t expect you know tha’ upon first glance at me.”

The Call Home ... The Tune In Our Hearts
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