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

tell me everything and hold no lies[Andras]


Posted on June 05, 2019 by Sigrid Dagen
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Sigrid Gage Dagen


Even at seven in the morning, this cursed city is stuffed to the brim with clamor. Sigrid misses nothing more than peace, of which she's unable to find a morsel of here. Hyde Park has become a staple in her unsteady routine. The trees are dirty and stunted, grass artificially maintained, and landscapes manipulated to create a weak illusion of wilderness but it's the closest the ancient fae girl has come to home. The planet has simply become too populated for Sigrid to live as a legend. The Norsemen are all but gone, becoming legends of the past themselves, meaning her customer base has all but vanished. In their place, curious hikers would impede on her land like clumsy giants without a care in the world about what their monstrous feet crushed. Worse yet, they left pieces of waste behind that had no place in the soil.


Pieces of waste that's all too common here. She's learned enough within the last decade to know this trash, as they call it, is an evil that humans brought among themselves. Her obsidian eyes are unable to escape it. Even now, a particularly shiny piece of waste glints in the golden light of sunrise. With a scrunched nose, Sigrid bends over to pinch the metal-looking wad gingerly between her thumb and index finger. She rushes to throw it in a trash receptacle and wipes her hand on her jeans as if its darkness had already spread to her skin. She mumbles curses under her breath, the foreign consonants welcomed on her tongue. The dark-haired fae's jaw is set in determination, whether that determination will turn over any joy for the girl on this corrupted earth is a question that she herself cannot yet answer.


Sigrid hugs her stormy grey cardigan to her chest as a chilly wind rips through her sleeves and whips the remaining fabric around her knees, the summer air not yet warmed by the sun this morning. She eyes the passersby on the path, the great majority being dedicated joggers. They wear such strange clothing! So brightly colored for no other reason than to resemble a tropical fish. Her own clothing is still relatively monotoned, her irrational skinny blue jeans being the most colorful piece in her wardrobe. The merchant insisted on her purchasing the 'trendy' pants along with her skin tight dark blouse beneath her cardigan. She refuses to admit the curve-hugging material makes Sigrid feel rather good about herself.


All except for the impossible shoes, sneakers they called it. A loose shoelace trips the fae up ever so slightly and suddenly the whole knot is undone. She huffs out a sigh. Her black orbs spot a bench just a few paces ahead where a man sat. She walked to the open spot opposite of the mad, nodding to him in acknowledgment with a curt smile. "Good morning". The soft words flow off her lips with odd pronunciation, her mouth fighting the weak vowels and her tongue ever so slightly rolling her 'r'. She avoids sitting too close as to not feel awkward in the new social scene and leans forward to fumble with her laces.

give it to you raw

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