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
the truth will set you free
Posted on May 02, 2020 by isadore dabney
but first it will make you miserable
It was amazing really, the human mannerisms that Dareios projected. The way he leaned as if he had some sort of aches or the way he sighed, as if he really needed to breath. Wait, did he need to breath? Isadore wasn't sure now that she really thought about it. All she really knew about supernaturals were the main things like what they ate (blood), what were a few weaknesses (sunlight), and how strong and fast they were (very). Everything that was intimidating and revolting about them. Wait, she couldn't say revolting. Well, not outloud, she argues silently with herself. The very existence of such monsters meant that humans were at the bottom of the food chain so it was really no wonder that she held such a sentiment. She was prey after all. One might call her dumb prey for sauntering right up to a vampire and starting her little cat-and-mouse game.
But oh, did it make her blood sing.
It is clear that he takes her words in for what they are. A bait and switch, and he just successfully took the bait. She notes this by the way he waves lazily to the piranha headed their way. It was obvious the woman would've sent Isadore scattering in a heartbeat. A zing of triumph slides down her spine as she gives Dareios a closed mouth smile, no warmth in her eyes even as he praises the City and the chambers, and everyone who wasn't him. How noble indeed, she thinks wryly, but she doesn't continue the small talk.
No, she gets right to the meat of the matter, watching as he stands up rather quickly, alertness in his face. It makes her heart stammer a bit. She was, again, prey, after all and he was a predator who was being backed into a cage. Now her smile becomes shrewd, cat-like, even as her bright blue eyes pin him to the spot and she lifts her pad of paper and pen just a tiny bit higher as if to say 'your turn.'
Like a bird, she cocks her head to the side a little, her smile mocking almost. "I have been there, Mister Mayor, and he didn't seem overly concerned about one death or the fact that I have it on good authority that the details of this murder mimic the details of a murder from four weeks ago in an adjacent city. Hmm," she pauses for effect, eyes narrowing, "I think this murderer" and she makes sure to whisper the word mockingly, "didn't get your memo about the city being 18% down on the crime rate. Might only be 17% now," she adds with a shrug, the set of her lips as hard as his stare. "Well, just some food for thought, Mayor Auerbach. The police Chief seems a bit too engrossed in his new mansion than some murder in the westside. At least I'll be around to alert him if there is another body found."
She slides her pad of paper and pen into her satchel, staring at Dareios almost accusingly. She HAD been to the police chief and he HAD written her off as a kook, citing that all journalists were bad publicity and that one body did not suffice a serial killer. Even when presented with the evidence he had scoffed. 'A journalist turned cop, who knew?' He had laughed. Either way, she was going to be there when the next one happened, because she could feel it in her bones. It was coming.