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 December 07, 2017 by Gia Jones
East

a new world hangs outside the window
beautiful and strange
it must be I've fallen awake
I must be



Her fingertips tugged at the frayed strands of her worn olive-stained sweater, and her body physically braced itself for the next round of nausea every few minutes like clockwork. The coffee felt hot against her throat and now it was heavy in her gut. But it had the desired effect -- she felt more awake, lifted out of this fog if you will, even if the headache continued to pound against the back of her head. She wanted to go home and crawl back into bed. But she was honestly afraid that if she did that, she'd never want to leave the flimsy mattress again. Today was going to be hard. Tomorrow probably, too. But she couldn't retreat from these feelings of shame, embarrassment and violation. She had to keep going.

Buffy winced as her stomach gurgled something threatening and she sat up taller in the booth she had managed to conquer all for herself, despite the steady stream of java lovers coming and going from the glass door with the jingling bells attached just behind her head. She pulled one lanky, jean-clad leg up onto the hard wood booth, perching it at an angle under her other thigh. A barista came around and offered to refill her empty mug, in which she begrudgingly nodded in agreement, not once turning her head to catch the waitress' eye.

It took Buffy a minute to realize the quiet voice she heard was directed at her. She had let her head hang in the cradle of her perspiring palms, her eyes closing for just a moment, and her damp hair coming to hang over her face and fingers. She came around when she realized this stranger was, in fact talking to her, and whipped her head up quickly. The brash movement made her feel dizzy and she sent a palm to plaster over her forehead in an effort to steady herself. The young woman staring back at her couldn't be more unlike Buffy in appearance and personality. She was clearly put together like a normal, functioning adult. She was dressed appropriately for the bitter weather outside. And she wasn't sweating her way through being roofied and drunk mid-morning on a Wednesday.

Buffy bit her bottom lip hard, hard enough that a cherry color rose immediately to the otherwise bland skin there and shook her head in a firm "no." No. She was not alright. But what business was that of hers? Buffy didn't have the energy to reply with her usual biting sass, and as such, she just buried her head in her hands again. The barista returned with a fresh hot mug of coffee and Buffy clamored for it, bringing it in to her makeshift den, the walls made up of her folded arms and cascading hair. But the Asian woman was still there, hovering. She peppered her with more questions.

"Do I know you or something?" Buffy said, cutting her off. She dropped her forearms onto the hard table in a dramatic fashion and whipped her head around to look at her clearly for the first time. Her face was pale and her eyes were bloodshot. Her lips looked chapped. Her breathe probably smelled poorly.


GIA BUFFY JONES



ooc: so so so so sorry for the long, long wait on this.

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