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

Maybe this is madness underneath my skin


Posted on March 14, 2019 by Spencer Lombardo
East


You call and I respond, the sparrow and the song
I miss you when you're gone



Do you ever experience a moment where, in the briefest of seconds, you feel that you've been absolutely and completely played? A feeling that might be typically felt during a game of poker or during a negotiation where you have been blindsided by a sudden twist. Well, Spencer was experiencing that feeling right now, except it was over... flour.

As he reached to collect the bag of flour that she had requested his assistance with, the motion came to an abrupt halt as she informed him of the exact number that she required. His eyes shifted from the shelf to focus on her, searching her face for what must surely have been a joke. Taking the moment to study her face, where his was marked with disbelief, hers was set. Apparently, she was serious. His clenched worked itself momentarily as he bit back a slightly annoyed sigh as this was not in his plans for the day. It took a few minutes but eventually this strange woman's cart was full of the 15 bags of flour and Spencer was a little warmer for it. He huffed a short breath as he dropped the last bag in her cart, staring at the offending bag as though it had just insulted him, wiping his hands on the backs of his jeans. Before he could settle in the completion of his good deed for the week, the stranger spoke up again, his stomach sinking as his shoulders dropped slightly.

Hire him for an hour? Did he look like some sort of desperate acne-riddled teenager needing cash to buy whatever teenagers bought these days? His brow furrowed, a flash of frustration flickering through his eyes before he caught his overreaction. Apparently comparing himself to one summoned four loud, shrill teenagers. His brow knit together in further annoyance as they took up the entire aisle in their blissful ignorance of common courtesy. Partially in spite, Spencer made himself bigger, shifting his stance to take up the slightest bit more room as his shoulders rolled back. These actions did little besides making one of the girls have to take a half-step toward her friends to avoid touching him, but it still pleased the petty side of him. Now back to her original question.

Working his jaw momentarily as he mulled over his options- because he theoretically possessed the ability to say "no" and walk away - he rolled his neck to the side before nodding his assent to her request. "All right," he added a quick verbal agreement as he looked toward her. He didn't have anything really planned for this afternoon that he couldn't rearrange anyway so she wasn't really putting him that out of his way. Honestly, he didn't even remember what groceries he actually needed today now that his routine had been effectively derailed. He should probably figure that out. Maybe it was just milk? It was probably milk. He never remembered to get milk. Or eggs. Maybe he should just pick those up so it seems like he actually had a purpose for coming here."What else do you need? I'm Spencer, by the way."




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