West

The western part of the city is often home to the poorer residents. Here there is a grunginess that permeates the town from the graffiti on the once cleaned brick buildings to the broken and unmaintained architecture. Crime runs high within the western half of town, making it the home of supernatural gangs of illicit activities. Such activities are rarely reported, however, and most residents are distrustful of individual's of authorities, and often let the powerful supernatural beings sort things out amongst themselves. Be careful wandering the Western streets after the sun falls.

What You'll Find Here

Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn

ashes fell like snow


Posted on May 30, 2014 by E m m a
West Reopen Thread


Like all the missing pieces of my heart,
they finally collide.





She smiles as she turns right near a park. she presses her foot on the breaks before coming to a complete stop. she turns the keys off and stays still a few more minutes in the car. she closes her eyes and takes a well needed breathe. even through closed eyes, water seems to accumulate due to her emotional state. she hated moving and she hated walking away from family members. she hated herself for leaving myth without any final goodbyes. even though she knew no one did care that she left. she wasn't much more then a shadow in their lives anyway. she tries to believe what she says, it gives her some soft of comfort. no one cared and she would get over it, or so she did try. her heart still aches from never seeing that smile ever again. she sighs before opening her door and stepping out. she reaches in again to pick up her purse. before she could catch it it fell and a special red pendant fell out. she cursed and shoved it in the palm of her hand before regaining the straps of her purse.

even thought she tries to ignore the pendant, as if it was burning. she unwrapped her fingers to reveal the ruby red pendant, the way fire seems to dance. it was maybe just the way the jewel was cut or simply her own hallucination from the lack of sleep. nonetheless she was stupid to put it on but she did anyway. she slips her purse furiously on to her shoulder before slapping the door shut to hard. she then goes to the rear passenger side and opens the door. grabbing her pitbull's leash. the dog jumps out and barks, happily wagging it tails. she smiles sadly before closing the door. she eyes the park before debating if this was a good idea or not. she shoved that thought down low, she needed to do something else then wallow in her self pity. she walks into the soft grass, it was tall enough to tickle her. her sandals not much of material to stop the blade from tickling her. short skirt bellowing in the soft, warm breeze. her light cream blouse partially open. the day was hot and the wind felt like a prayer, even when it lifted her hair from her neck.

She walks a few feet before seeking a more isolate bench and finds one. her long legs take graceful strides to bring her closer to the bench. she tucks in her skirt as she plops down. she leave the leash down and the dog simply rolls in the grass, panting and simply basking in the sun. dropping her purse next to her pitbull, she pulls out before her book. she as read all the previous harry potters, now she was stuck in the last one. every night she can't sleep she lets herself be sucked into the story and shares the same emotions. even thought it was unreal, she felt quite close to them. she could feel fire warming her body, her veins pulsing with it. she was a witch in her own way, not like her heroine hermione granger. she did find that both had some resemblance personality wise. she leaves reality for a while reading away, her dog relaxing as it keeps a watchful eye on her mistress.""




E m m a
It's like I'm leaving all my past and silhouettes up on the wall.

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