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

I wanna get stupid, I wanna get dumb


Posted on September 08, 2020 by Harper Thomson
East



For the number of people on the street, Harper hadn't noticed a particular face among them. Of course, her focus was primarily on the cars for a next meal, not memorising passing faces that would mean nothing in the long run. There had been no tell-tale signs for undercover cops, cops, or overly nosy folks on the streets. Not here, not right now. This area was too posh for people to worry themselves about the dirt underneath their shoes, which Harper was little above that if you asked her. So that she went unnoticed beyond the occasional upturned nose, she was more than pleased. To be invisible made her life easier, at least until she elected to turn that table upside down for a goodtime. At the moment, though, her appearance seemed settled comfortably in the random car, perusing the compartments like someone searching for that missing coin or whatever. Nothing obvious, nothing worth drawing attention to. She would be out of it any moment now, at least she would have been had her movements not begun to slow as her mind pondered over dinner options and focus waned. This lack of focus was really why her old crew used to ensure she was always partnered (besides that whole 'safety in numbers' shit). She never focused. She never took things seriously. She was too recklessness. GODDAMMIT HARPER - Ugh, she didn't like to think about that soooo she wouldn't.

"Ugh, no, not at all. There's like a half used pack of gum and... I think this is a used tissue? Gross." Her nose crinkled in disgust as she quickly flicked the tissue aside, wiping her hand furiously on her jeans. It hadn't even occurred to her yet that no one ought to be talking. She wasn't working in a team; she was flying solo. Had been for a while. Just hold for another moment... 3... 2... The sudden realisation that she had company registered, her entire body freezing rigidly. Her throat was thick, jaw clenched tightly, eyes wide in panic.

Fuck.

This was bad.

Her eyes flicked to the side, noting that there was no one blocking the door. She could still make a run for it. Maybe she should try. Wait - maybe they didn't realise it yet. Maybe they were just trying to hit on her? One of those weird pickup scenarios? Highly doubtful but she could happily play that route easier than "Oops! Is this your car? Silly me!" then run like hell. Shuffling her position so her feet were firmly on the ground outside and she was barely on the edge of the seat, one hand gripping the frame of the car, Harper finally turned to see who was talking to her. She also preferred this position in case she needed to make a sudden dash for it. She was prepared to happily talk her way out of the situation (if possible) or run (more likely), what she was not prepared for was the girl's following question. What kind of Were was she? What? Was that even a question they were supposed to ask? Wasn't it rude or something? God, she really should figure out this whole 'Were society' at some point.

"Uh..." Harper intelligently replied, staring blankly, thoroughly caught off-guard. What kind of were? A little one. A tiny one. One she wasn't sure she wanted to advertise in case it made her an easy target. Maybe she should go back to planning to run. "Wh-What kind are you?" She fumbled, hopping out of the car as she did so, straightening to her full height as she closed the door then began walking backwards so she could still focus on her stranger. While she wasn't going to win many competitions for tallest girl, she liked to think her height at around 5'9 was respectable. More importantly, when people see a tall person, they often just assumed they were something big. Why not try to use that in case she needed to bluff?

God please don't be something huge and fangy.



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