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 September 02, 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 wasn't sure what her intention was, following this young dark hunter to a bar when it was still light out - no less - but here she was. She strolled along awkwardly as they left the beachscape and tourists behind them. She dug one balled fist into the pocket of her jeans as she walked, as the other gripped at the strap of her bag. Her deep brown eyes trained onto him, underneath the mess of wispy bangs, when he revealed what he had been doodling. A sandcastle.

Her thick brows furrowed in the middle of her forehead and she offered Alistair a quizzical look. Buffy had never been one to truly appreciate the arts - so much of it was lost on her. But honestly, who the hell had the time to draw 'a sandcastle' in the middle of the day? She feigned an interested smile - it did not pass as polite - and nodded her head once in acknowledgement. "Cool." She said, awkwardly.

Her long legs picked up the pace then, and she began to regret doing this at all. What the hell was she going to talk to him about? She breathed a sigh of relief as they passed one block and the familiar moniker of the bar became visible down the next. She felt her throat tighten in anticipation, then her gut churned. Her body was already craving the alcohol, and she hadn't even walked into the bar yet.

"So... you hang out with many hunters then, huh?" She asked as her balmy palm reached for the door handle of the bar's entrance. She flung it open wide, closing her eyes as the air conditioning and musty smell of the dark place hit her full on. She stepped to the side to allow Alistair to enter first. She had a feeling she already knew the answer to her question: Alistair didn't know many dark hunters at all.

Buffy had a lot of questions. Who turned him... and why? But before she felt bold enough to poke and prod at him some more - fearful he might recoil like he did back at the beach - she might as well get him a little inebriated. The thin woman slid into an empty barstool and tapped an open palm on the one next to her, signaling for her company to take a seat. She raised a finger in the air as a gruff bartender passed by. "Whiskey for me. Neat - well is fine. Maybe a cold PBR, too. " Then she cocked her head to star at her new friend here. "And?" She said next, her voice trailing off.

GIA BUFFY JONES

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