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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 WENT OUT TO FIND MY SOUL AND LEFT THE ONLY COMFORT THAT I KNOW
Posted on January 28, 2016 by DARIEN AYRES
But there's only one of me to get it right
There were days when Darien never left the Shelter. He had even spent most of the day yesterday just sleeping, and as a result, he had stayed up all night and all of today. Sleep-deprived, he often found himself strangely energetic. The woman who owned the Shelter, Mary, came up to Darien as he sat at an empty table in the lobby finishing a drawing he had started earlier. It was of a dog tied up on the street just across from where he sat now, patiently waiting for its master. He had to get everything just right, so being interrupted, he's a little annoyed but still polite. It's a letter, she apologizes for asking such a thing from him, but Darien didn't really care. "Yeah, no problem Miss M. Where do I drop this off at?"
Why did I say I'd do this? It was several blocks away, to be left at some door for some asshole. Darien's annoyance was due to his grogginess. He was finally starting to crash and now he had to be someone's messenger boy? He looks at the envelope, curious what he was delivering. Probably drug money. Yeah, definitely drug money. Mary looks like that mom that goes home and shoots one up every night. He moves gingerly through the sidewalk, avoiding eye contact with anyone and becoming almost invisible in the humdrum of city life.
And then .. it happens.
That feeling of a supernatural. The smell, the sensation like that of a million little ants crawling over his body. He looks up, smelling the sweet aroma of a cigarette. His eyes lock onto her, and his heart sinks into his gut. She was .. different. His walking becomes slow, the introvert inside him telling him no, but Darien couldn't let this pass him by and he's not entirely sure why. At first he walks by her, awkwardly, like a schoolboy passing by his crush in the hallway. And then he stops, takes in a deep breath and looks at the night sky. Just do it. Do it you pussy. Follow your gut.
He has a forced smile on his face as he approaches her, spinning on the balls of his heels. His body tense, as if he was about to try and pet a wild tiger. She looked rather blissful in her solitude, and Darien was about to ruin it. "Excuse me, can I bum a cigarette?" His voice cracks a little, and he nervously scans her from head to toe. Barely seeing the rather detailed tattoo beneath her dark clothes. She looks like she could probably kick my ass. He's completely forgotten about the letter in his hand by now.
