North
Within the Northern vicinity of the city, the wealthy gather behind meticulously trimmed hedges and high-class architecture. The pristine streets are paved with stone and the storefronts are brightly lit and inviting - for the right clientele. In the North, every establishment is eager to cater to the rich and the wealthy. Many such places are used to the sometimes peculiar requests of the otherworldly but here there is little that money cannot buy - whether it happens to be illegal or merely involves looking the other way. Vampires and Dark Hunters are often found upon these Northern streets, their long lives often contributing to their sizable wealth which allows them the luxuries that the North provides.
What You'll Find Here
Eternity
The VooDoo Room
The Witchery
the truth will set you free
Posted on May 02, 2020 by isadore dabney
but first it will make you miserable
Oh to be in love. To have friends. Isadore had once had both of those things but the life if a journalist meant that she couldn't let certain questions slide. It also meant that whoever dated her had to be totally her's or risk being found out, which in the case of love, had happened before. Isadore's mind was ever churning, questions ever rising, and any discrepancies in life she felt confident she could see. It is why she had found her boyfriend in bed with her best friend after two years of dating. So, there went both friends and love out the window, and she was quite sure she didn't want either again. Betrayal was tough but when it was two for the price of one, well, she would rather talk to herself in the mirror each night than rely on another being.
Bumping back from the kid, she pastes on the charming smile meant to win over whoever her next target was. Most people didn't even realize how much they knew until they spewed it out and even then, they didn't have all the pieces to put together the puzzle like she did. She doubted this boy could know much. He was on the cusp of adulthood and really, at his age, she wasn't entirely sure whether he was over or under the eighteen mark. Kids these days were deceptive with their nice skin and flashy life styles. Ha, these days, she thinks. I act like I'm freaking old, she thinks mockingly to herself. Twenty-five was still young but old enough that she knew what adulthood really entailed. A lot of disappointment.
I'm not that ugly am I?
The question eases her smile into an amused one, bright blue eyes twinkling as he jests. "Not at all," she says kindly, eyes dipping down to check out the strange shirt he wore. It was one of those strange shirts that seemed rather popular around the city. Cats in space, cats acting crazy, just cats in general seemed to be selling like hotcakes around here. It was not a preference she would ever have.
"The shirt looks fine," she says, though there is actual doubt on her face to the veracity of her words. He raises an eyebrow, his words almost flirty, and Isadore gives him a droll look that says she won't be dissuaded. Besides, he was a KID, and this was just getting weird. "Great," she abruptly says once he agrees, glancing at his phone. Quirking the edge of her lips she waits for an answer to her second question about his frequency of visiting the VooDoo room. What was up with this kid answering a question with a question?
"You know, you would make a good journalist. Who taught you to answer a question with a question?" The words are pointed as she steps inside, raising a brow at him and allowing him to lead to a seat. There seemed to be an air of recklessness around this kid and a sense of control. "My name is Isadore and I am investigating some recent thefts in the Northside of the city, including thefts from here by the Northern Bandit."
The title seemed rather fancy falling from her lips but she does so with a straight face. "Have you seen anyone shifty or strange here? Suspicious?"