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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.

you're my water you're my wine166.137.136.91Posted On December 29, 2017 at 12:58 PM by malek ackerman

Malek Ackerman

You're my water. You're my wine.



Malek had hardly been prepared when Chizue had so invited him to her friend’s wedding, though, the vampire was distinctly pleased nevertheless. He rather enjoyed spending time with the doll-like vampire, her shy demeanor rather enjoyable, something he so very rarely found within woman in the modern era. Truly, Chizue was an enigma to him, though, he didn’t mind, not in the least. He rather enjoyed her company and over the past several weeks, he so sought it out more and more; she had even suggested he meet her friends; the couple that was getting married today. Yet, their schedules never aligned and as much as the vampire would have liked to of met Damon and Isolt, today would be the day he was officially introduced to them rather than being known as ‘Chizue’s mysterious man.’

As Malek sits contentedly in his seat, he can feel the crowd growing restless around them, his own brows drawn down in a frown as murmurs of ‘cold feet’ and ‘maybe they called it off’ circulated. The man hardly thought that was possible, considering the extravagance of the venue. He attempts to tune out the chatter of the crowd and instead puts his senses to use hoping he would have a chance to track down Chizue. He had been able to see her prior to today, considering she was in the wedding party. Not that Malek minded showing up alone, yet, he still had a distinct feeling in the pit of his stomach… something felt off though there were no alarming looks within the crowd. Pulling himself to a standing position, he lays the brochure on his chair, straightening his spectacular gray suit as he carefully weaves his way down the row and out of the crowd.

Pausing, he sniffs at the air in an attempt to catch Chizue’s scent yet he’s unable to locate her, the immense amount of people surrounding the area made it near impossible. Again, his brows draw downward in a frown, debating on if he should just return to his seat or not. He’s about to do just that when a deep voice is calling for Chizue, his ears perking up instantly as he follows the sound, striding down the rows of tents onto to poke his head inside to reveal two men. One was vaguely familiar, Chizue having described Damon perfectly while the other was someone Malek had no idea who he was, expect that he was distinctly were. As the two men discuss something rather important, Malek catches the way the groom’s voice seems to crack on that last note. Something was very wrong, he was certain now.

Clearing his throat, he steps into the tent, a deep frown settling into his features, “Ah, excuse me, forgive the intrusion but I couldn’t help but notice that you were looking for Chizue,” he says, deep tenors holding a faint accent, “I’m her date,” he explains as he watches the two men warily, “Did you say you were unable to locate your wife too?” He asks, though it was more of a statement as his mind begins to wheel rapidly. He had hardly anytime to get to know Chizue, nor had he ever met her friends or roommate, the vampire hadn’t a clue if she had enemies out there or not, perhaps it was a discussion he should have had with her. “I’m Malek,” he finally introduces himself, uncertain if he was welcome to this little chit chat.

You're my whiskey. From time to time.



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