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

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Posted on March 05, 2019 by Christian Walker
South

A groan fell from his lips as he rolled over, his hand instantly going to his head as another shot of pain surged through it. He'd hoped that adulthood would somehow stymie the hangovers but if anything, he felt like they were only getting worse with age. He got good and toasted last night, but he wouldn't have it any other way. It was better than coming back to this empty hotel room alone and watching movies till he fell asleep. At least out there he could pretend to be normal, at least for a little while. The New Eden coven had been suspiciously quiet for almost a month now. After two weeks of punishments for letting the red headed vampire go free, they'd stopped following him around and summoning him. They'd turned on radio silence, if anything, and he didn't trust it.

He knew this had to be all part of their plan, to make him walk on eggshells for as long as possible, looking over his shoulder and feeling paranoid. The minute he decided to relax would be the minute they swoop in again and put him through some more trials. He could now claim that he'd felt what it was to die a lot of different ways. He'd drowned, been burned to death, cut with a knife as many times as possible until he managed to bleed out, OD'd on drugs, starved, thirsted. You name it, he probably did it. Of course, they couldn't always promise to bring him back from the dead so sometimes it was more of a hallucination in his head, enough to make him feel everything as if it were physical without actually harming his body. That way they had less to heal afterwards but he still got punished.

The New Eden was definitely a fucked up coven, but in a way, he still felt he deserved the punishments, so he kept going back for more. Not for helping the vampire escape, mind you. No, he didn't regret that at all. It was the right thing to do. There were many other darker secrets in his past that he carried the guilt of around with him. He deserved much worse than death for those things. Today should be a day to stay in his room and mope but he knew he'd go mad if he stayed within these four walls. Slowly but surely, he dragged himself out of bed and went to the bathroom. He jumped in the shower and brushed his teeth before throwing on a tshirt that said "Blow me" and some faded jeans with holes in the knees. He didn't care about being approachable or even friendly. He wasn't looking for attachments so why try?

Putting on some sneakers, he ran a hand through his messy hair and eyed his stubby facial growth. He didn't feel like shaving so unkempt would have to do. Instead he just washed his face and headed out. He didn't know what he had in mind to do, just knew that he needed to get out and do SOMETHING. He walked through town with his hands in his pockets, mostly people watching and window shopping as he went. He scrunched up his nose at the Witchery as he walked by. He could sense the magic within so he walked a little faster to get by. No way was he stepping in there. There were a few fancy bars out this way but he didn't feel quite up to the hair of the dog just yet so he kept walking. Before he knew it, he'd ended up by the park. It was nice and quiet, with the exception of a group of kids screaming and running around on the playground.

He sighed and went to a lone swing set, sitting down on it. Kicking off, he began to swing, just listening to the birds and the occasional scream of a child. His hangover migraine was back but he tried to tune them out. Couldn't those parents keep their kids more quiet? Groaning again, he stopped swinging but didn't get up, putting his head in his hands as he tried to massage the pain out of his temples. So far it wasn't working.


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