South

The southern part of the city has a chic family-oriented sort of charm to it. Here, small locally owned shops run rampant, neighbors often know each other by name, and the monthly socials are an event not to be missed. In the South, children can often be seen safely playing in the park or on sidewalks and in the weekends, families often take to the beach to enjoy the warm waters surrounding the city.

What You'll Find Here

Ascension Center of Equitation
Hyde Park
Point Defiance Zoo and Aquarium
The Outskirts
The University of Sacrosanct

turning the world on its axis


Posted on February 19, 2019 by Christian Walker
South

The witch was definitely something else. She locked her arm through his, leading him down the sidewalk as if she was any better of a judge for walking drunk. They still weren't in another bar yet though, which was disappointing to say the least. He should have another drink in his hand by now. Instead she told him about the Army but he had a hard time believing Hunters and Were's could work together in a big group like that. She admitted that she had a familiar herself then, saying they got along mostly fine though she wanted to kill her sometimes. The idea made him laugh more than he probably would have if he was sober. He scrunched up his nose and shook his head. "Ugh, self righteous assholes are the WORST." He slurred the words, throwing his arm out dramatically again and almost hitting some other drunks as they walked by.

"Hey, watch where you're going, you drunk!" He yelled back at them before falling into hysterical laughter. "Did you see that? I sure told them!" He said to Serafina, laughing some more as he leaned on her. She giggled when he asked if the leader of this so called army was a legend or something. Apparently she either found his disbelief amusing or maybe just drunk him was amusing enough. He called himself invincible though his brows furrowed as she took his hand and said he wasn't. "Am, too." He tried to whisper the words but of course, that was all but impossible in his current state so instead he just said it at normal volume. When he reminded her about getting drinks though, that seemed to get them somewhere cause then she said this way and moved down an alleyway. He snorted as they banged around through boxes and stuff. He was pretty sure he tripped over a homeless person too who yelled at him to get out of his "house" but all he was tripping over was a cardboard box.

The idea made him laugh for some reason. Before he could ask Serafina why the man chose to live in a box though, he saw the neon lights of the bar she was pointing to and he gasped. "Wow....it's beautiful." He exclaimed, stumbling forward. "I got first round!" He yelled to her as they stumbled through the door. No one seemed to look up, seemingly used to the bar hoppers this time of night. But he saw two people scooting toward the exit, eying them as if they recognized them. He pointed in their direction. "I know those guys! They were standing next to the man with a hole in his head!" He was talking about the ghosts that had appeared in the other bar, of course, but people were already staring at him like he himself had a hole in his head. The two people in question swallowed and all but ran out the door at his exclamation, fear in their eyes. They obviously assumed Christian or Serafina had something to do with the ghosts.

Christian snorted and moved toward a table, all but falling onto the chair as he patted the one next to him. "What will you be having, Miss Ser-a-fina-a?" He slowly enunciated her name, chuckling at himself after as he lifted a brow and smirked. He was definitely trashed and he didn't give a damn. It felt so good.


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