East

The east side of the city is the very heart of Sacrosanct - it's unique skyline is a clash between modern sky rises and small Victorian-inspired storefronts. In the heart of downtown, the sleek colored glass buildings reign supreme though their old-world roots can be seen in the most peculiar places from the lamp post styled electric street light to the stone sidewalks. The old world architecture slowly returns the further from downtown you travel, however. It's here that magic thrives, it hums in every stone and can be felt in every breath. Often, newcomers to the city may become overwhelmed by such sensations but, eventually, it becomes an ever-present feeling that's hardly noticed.

What You'll Find Here

City Creek Center
Dark Hunter Department
Inner Sanctum
Red on the Water
Starlight Tower

Ain't life just awful strange


Posted on January 04, 2017 by Gia Jones
East Reopen Thread


A new world hangs outside the window
Beautiful and strange
It must be I've fallen awake
I must be




Buffy's phone is vibrating away in her back pocket, tickling the skin that hid under layers of soaking wet fabric as she jogged along the drenched sidewalk. Her sneakers echoed with a slight clap after every step, the rubber soles of her old Keds slapping against the shallow puddles as they gathered in pockets along the stained concrete. One thin hand grabbed tightly at the mouth of her hoodie, holding it in place over her head, even though her face was already streaked with watery mascara and rain drops continued to prod like pimples along her light-skinned cheeks. A roar of thunder erupted overhead, and she groaned internally, cursing the incessant phone that continued to buzz away in her pocket, as she rounded one soggy corner and bee-lined it toward the illuminated entryway to a seedy bar across the street.

Gia Jones exhaled exasperatedly once she stepped inside and out of the rain, as if the soaking jog had taken nearly everything out her. Two nubby fingers wiped at the dark makeup that had left streaks and blotches under her eyes and she began to disrobe. She peeled the heavy leather coat off her thin frame first, letting it fall to the sticky bar tiles with a swooping "thwack". Then came the hoodie, which was once a light grey color, but looked more like a sooty brown after the onslaught of the storm. Underneath that was a simple men's wifebeater. Her black bra showed through its flimsy, damp threads without issue.

Buffy then collapsed into the nearest bar stool, avoiding the longing gazes from the grizzly men in the corner and the coarse giggles from women whose faces were hidden by the dense cloud of smoke that hung deftly in the air. "A Guinness. Stat." She gruffed to the bartender as he made his rounds. "Please and thank you." She called out as he passed.

Gia let her phone sit idly on the wood bartop for some time. She already knew who had been trying to get a hold of her all this time. It was her damn sister. The bartender returns with her dark and foamy beverage and Gia harbors it between her two damp hands gingerly. There she sips it, for a good, long while, before she allows her fingers to unlock her phone.

Her face looks worn and tired in the illumination of the iPhone screen. She squints behind tired and aching eyes as she reads the many texts she had ignored from Leslie.

Gia:"I was working. Sorry."

She managed to type out quickly before tossing the phone back onto the table.

This is true. She was working. Buffy had a new assignment. A vampire, of all things. She'd followed him from a distance tonight for the second time this week, getting to know him and his habits from quietly in the distance. She hadn't anticipated the rain tonight. Perhaps she should have checked the weather. One more night of reconnaissance anyway and she'd feel prepared enough to finish the job.

Leslie: "Jesus Gia. It's all you do is work anymore."

Buffy reads the text and grits her teeth, her lips pulling tight and thin as her mouth flattens over the edge of her glass.

Gia: "Please don't call me that."

She drops the phone again and guzzles down the rest of her beer.






Gia Buffy Jones
Dark Hunter | © Vinyl

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