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    The West

    The western part of the city is often home to the poorer residents. Here there is a certain grunge that permeates the town from the graffiti on the once cleaned brick buildings to the broken and unmaintained architecture. Crime runs high within the western half of town, making it the home of supernatural gangs of illicit activities. Such activities are rarely reported however, and most residents are distrustful of individual's of authorities, instead letting the powerful supernatural beings sort things out amongst themselves. Be careful wandering the Western streets after the sun falls.

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    Noah's Ark

    owned by Aiden Tetradore
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    Noah's Ark

    Resting upon the harbor, Noah's Ark appears to be little more than an abandoned cargo ship. Accessible from an entrance hidden in the shadows, The Ark is a veritable Were-playground that specializes in fighting tournaments for all creatures great and small. With both singles and doubles tournaments to compete in, the title of Ark Champion is hotly contested amongst the Were population. If anything illegal is going on in the city it's sure to be happening within the back rooms or behind the ring-side bar.

    Owner Aiden Tetradore

    Co-owner Tobias Cain

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    Warehouse District

    Warehouse District

    The warehouse district rests just upon the harbor within the city. Many of the warehouses belong to corporate companies although some are used for less the legal means. Be careful when wandering this district at night for many groups meet within those dark, dilapidated buildings. There are also whispers of hard to obtain goods being sold behind those closed doors but you have to know who's who to get an in!

let's be alone together66.75.228.22Posted On September 14, 2017 at 6:43 PM by minn

...i might hate myself tomorrow...



The hamburger was already halfway shoved in her mouth when she heard this tiny… innocent little voice perk up beside her. Minn’s head turned slightly to the side, peering at the red head from the corner of her eye. Um. H-hello? Taaaalk about awkward. To be entirely honest Minn thought she’d been alone up until this point. How long had this smiling chick been watching her stuff food down her gob? “Erng…” The response was quickly muffled by the food in her mouth and Minn remembered that she couldn’t always talk efficiently when her tongue was wrapped around a cheeseburger. One would think that’d be a talent of hers or something by now, but…no. It wasn’t.

Fuck.

She gracelessly chomped the burger in half, pulling the remainder away from her mouth while using the back of her hand as a napkin simultaneously. It must have been a really majestic sight. She sniffed a little, adjusting herself in her seat as she finished chewing the half masticated cow in her mouth before attempting to talk again. Unfortunately by the time all was said in done, Minn had entirely forgotten who this chick was asking about again. Alfa? Amelia? …

“Er… Who?” She stated blankly, for the first time fully looking down at the girl next to her. It’s funny; she was sort of everything that her voice hinted at. Cute, all smiley’n’shit, big eyes. You know. The type of girls you’re going to buy girl scout cookies from because they ask so sweetly in that high pitched voice, or maybe the bible thumper you feel bad turning away at dinner time because they just look so damn cute in their Sunday dress. That kind. Minn’s lips pressed into a thin line as she studied her warily, wondering how she’d even wandered into this neighborhood and if this A-name person was a lifeline to help bail them out or find their way back home. Bubbles over here didn’t really seem like she belonged in this banged up ship, but… hey. Who knew. Minn had been gone for way too long, maybe it had been overrun by the powerpuff girls or something.

Her dark eyes followed the girl’s sporadic train of thought to the half-eaten cheeseburger in her hand, then to the food bag with chicken nuggets and cheeseburgers still buried under a pile of french fries. If there was ever a question Minn didn’t have some sort of answer for this would probably be the one. How does someone even answer that? How do you explain food? Basic necessity food? French fries? Cheeseburgers? She… was talking about the food, right? Not the bag or… Something entirely unrelated that might have made a billion times more sense? Minn opened her mouth to try and reply but it sort of just hung there for a minute, totally mute and unhelpful. Instead she just sort of watched the awe in this girl’s eyes as she stared at… french fries. It was really hard to tell if Minn should consider this amusing or pathetic. Probably a mix of both, but something in the earnest way she had asked made Minn think this wasn’t just some stupid humorless joke.

“…Why don’t you just…. Here.”

She reached over with a single finger, pushing the bag ever so closer to the edge towards miss deprived over there, and then slowly retracted her hand back and watched skeptically, nose wrinkling. “Knock yourself out.”

but im on my way tonight

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