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 July 16, 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



The tension that hung in the air between them was thicker than the humidity, as the afternoon sun beat down on them just steps away from the shoreline. Buffy had messed up. But the younger male dark hunter was taking it all in stride, or so it seemed.

She remembered what it was like to be "new" at this job.

Granted, she was quite young and going through other profound changes at the time. She'd survived a terrible car wreck. Her father had died. No one understood how Gia had come out of the accident completely unscathed in a physical sense, but was left fighting for her life in a hospital bed over the next 24 hour period. It had baffled doctors, nurses, researchers. They couldn't find anything wrong with her. Nevertheless, she'd survived. On the other side of it all, despite the grief and the questions that still lingered, Gia was forever transformed.

She became Buffy.

The skinny dark hunter bit her bottom lip as her big brown eyes stared back at Alistair. He mulled over her offer awkwardly, his body language emitting just how uncomfortable he was. But then he relaxed, and offered up the name of a familiar pub around the corner. A simper of a smile tugged at Buffy's thin lips. "Yeah, I know it." She offered, with the raise of an eyebrow and a cock of her hip. "Works for me."

Her hands moved to reposition her bag over her shoulder and she trudged through the sand onto the asphalt, looking back at Alistair to make sure he was following. Only then she did put two and two together - his pencils and his paper. "So what were you drawing, anyway?"

GIA BUFFY JONES

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