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 May 11, 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



Buffy coughed and coughed, her lungs heaving for fresh air, as salty moisture continued to pool in her eyelids and threatened to spill. She could smell the smoke from the bonfire nearby in her fit. The musky scent was strangely distracting as her heart raced in her chest over being spotted by the man at the edge of the lake. Her head cracked back when she heard the laughter of strangers coming from the gaggle around the fire, whoever they were hidden by a layer of dense woods.

But the man was still there, at the lake.

Finally the fire in her lungs began to subside, and she could breathe again. A clammy palm came to wipe the tears from her eyes and she blinked in rapid succession, her deep brown eyes narrowing into tight slits as she searched the landscape for his form again. A chill ran down the length of her spine when she finally made him out - he was staring right back at her. "Oh shit." She muttered under her breath, and instinctively started gathering her things. She tossed the bottle of whiskey into her knapsack first before reaching for her socks and shoes in the wet grass.

She was hunched over, her toes digging into the moist earth, when she heard him speak. Even at this distance, his voice sounded so clear, as if he was standing right next to her. She turned her head to one side, glaring at him, trying to make out the tattoos that marked his skin.

The stranger addresses her again, and Buffy is flabbergasted. He's holding out his hand for her, but all she does in the immediate aftermath of his offer is roll back into a seated position. For a second, her thoughts flash to Arlo, and how he had criticized her for being too uptight. He told she needed to get laid and he wasn't wrong. Was this some weird twist of fate, offering up a handsome man in a mysterious setting on a silver platter? Or was this just a trap?

Buffy could handle herself, for the most part. She was a dark hunter after all. But something about this, all of this, made her guts churn tight. She breathed a deep sigh, with whiskey still hot on her breath. "Fuck it." And then she stood, her nubby fingers from years of nail chewing gripping that the edges of her T-shirt and pulling it over her head. She unzipped her jeans next, revealing a boring pair of black undies and mismatched grey sports bra before her hands instinctively came to cross her stomach. She was thin - too thin for her to ever feel pretty. But she took a few steps away from her enclave to step out under the moonlight, and sheepishly placed her hand in his.

GIA BUFFY JONES