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

Ain't life just awful strange


Posted on March 30, 2020 by Gia Jones
South

a new world hangs outside the window
beautiful and strange
it must be I've fallen awake
I must be



It was still chilly, despite the sun finally peeking out from behind the clouds. Buffy pulled at the ends of her light coat and tugged it tight against her chest. She stood slowly from her seated position in the sand, the last bit of her cigarette still dangling loosely between two fingers. She sighed, her brown eyes reeling into tight slits as the gaggle of teens down the way laughed loudly amongst themselves. She stared them down from her position on the beach, using her free hand to wipe away whatever remnants of sand that clung to the back of her jeans.

The dark hunter scrolled quickly by the unanswered emails from the Council in her inbox before tossing her phone back into her knapsack, and flinging the bag over one shoulder. There were a handful of assignments waiting for her in those messages, some of which she intended to get to tonight, though begrudgingly so. She needed the money, but more than that, she needed the routine. Buffy craved the release that came from the hunt and the focus it offered as she began to plot out each one. If she was going to keep herself out of the bars tonight, she better work.

The orange ember of her light began to sputter and then finally wash out in the brisk sea breeze. Buffy crumpled what was left of the butt in between her forefinger and her thumb, and strode awkwardly through the uneven sand toward a bench adjacent to a trash can. She noticed the man sitting there with a pad and pencil, but didn't give him a second thought until she was much closer. The hairs on the back of her neck stood in familiarity when she reached him. She allowed herself to study the stranger quickly as she tossed the cigarette into the trash can, then leaned over the unoccupied end of the bench to pull on her sneakers.

Buffy knew the man sitting there was a dark hunter, and she knew he recognized her as one, too. He seemed nervous, his gaze flitting to her and then back to their surroundings every few seconds. But Buffy didn't care. She didn't really make a habit out of hanging out with her "coworkers." Her brown-eyed gaze only returned to him when she heard the pencils roll to the cement floor one by one, and the man shift quickly to gather them up. One rolled down the way and came to rest at her toes. She picked it up and leaned over to hand it back to him.

"You should work on your stealth." She said with a fleeting but coy smirk. "Before you try to legit stab somebody."


GIA BUFFY JONES

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