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

set me free and change my ways any


Posted on March 06, 2017 by harper williams
North



i'll see the veins of my city
like they do from space


Starting over somewhere new was the real American dream. Forget the picket fences, the spouse, the children, the house. The ability to pack up your life and leave your past without looking back was a superpower. It was a super power that Harper tapped into every day since she graduated college. Like clockwork, every six months she started itching to find somewhere new. By then she'd find made mistakes she couldn't fix and enemies that would no doubt see her dead given the chance. Maybe it wasn't so much a super power but the fact that she was an addict that made this lifestyle possible. She had a certain skill set, a certain charm, that helped pathe the way to a new life. A new start.

But being here was unlike any high she'd ever felt.

Life still in boxes, Harper set out into the night in search of a good martini and a cheese plate. They'd been her favorite meal back in New York, when she was still feigning acting like a put together adult. When you were an editor at a fashion magazine, your calorie threshold was only so high so you could still fit into the clothes in the beauty closet. Often the cheese plate was the only non-liquid, non-chemical part of her day. Otherwise she had a steady system of uppers and downers that kept her on somewhat of an even keel. Harper tried to leave as much of that behind as she could this time. The orange pill bottle in her designer clutch was more of a safety net for her to fall into if the shit hit the fan. For now, she was clean.

Getting out of a taxi in front of the bar, Harper looked up at the sign. The VooDoo Room. She went to ask the driver what the hell this place was, exactly, but they'd already pulled away from the curve. Taking a deep breath in, she tasted winter lingering in the air. Tilting her head, blonde hair falling across her shoulder, Harper was sure she felt something else besides a steadily dropping temperature. No, no. She was being crazy. She was just needed a drink. Something to eat. A refuge from the threat of a winter storm.

She pulled the door open and entered the bar, feeling like she was suddenly in New Orleans rather than the city she'd actually moved to. Oddly enough, it felt like home. Sitting down at the bar, she pulled a cocktail menu towards her with one perfectly-painted black finger nail. New city, new bar, newly sober--maybe Harper would deviate from her routine just this once.

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