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

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Posted on March 24, 2016 by Ivy Grendal
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Wake up, work, eat, sleep. Is that what so many lives have come to? Just a simple, boring cycle. A girl needs money, sure, but there's no use of a life with no enjoyment. Ivy understands this. Once a perfect daughter whose heart would break at any news stating her class ranking stood at any number other than number one, Ivy used to be everything she desired to be as a young girl. However, that all changed several years ago when she became something other than human. It's not like she could stay with her extraordinarily normal, paranoid, and catholic family after she had become a fairy, they'd try to perform an exorcism or even skip that step and go straight to deeming her a foul demon.

Ivy is, in fact, not a demon at all. As she grew up, demons have been described as ugly creatures who despise the living and worship the devil himself. Though today the girl knows this is not entirely the truth, as nothing ever is, she is certain that demons are a completely different being from herself. No, Ivy does not normally take life, but instead can will it to grow with a glance of her smokey grey eyes. Well... not all life, only the sort that uses photosynthesis. Yet still, her parents would not approve. Ever.

After running from her maker and anything else she may have had ties to in her old life, Ivy landed here. She changed, many of her childhood morals thrown in the trash. At first, any profit she brought to her apartment was picked from the pockets of unaware strangers. She still participates in that criminal act when salary from the cafe and small greenhouse built inside her bedroom isn't enough. Ivy goes to parties with underage drinking, having a drink or two herself, and has broken her mother's number one rule by engaging in sexual acts. Many times over.

The fairy is on her way home now after spending a comfortable night with a handsome stranger. Some may call it the walk of shame, but Ivy's dignity is intact. In her mind, what's the matter with a grown woman enjoying herself? Actually, a proper walk of shame would be after intercourse, would it not? She is technically still a virgin, though her arguments as to why are complicated and the true reason is buried deep within under blankets of emotion. Her only slightly wrinkled outfit has a bohemian or gypsy feel with a fringed brown tank top that shows her belly button ring, thin jean shorts, and accessories of every sort; perfect for the bonfire she attended yesterday. The braid she created to flow down her back last night is long gone and she has not replaced it. It doesn't matter anyway, she's nearly reached her destination, blooming a small dandilion growing from between cracks in the sidewalk as she passes.

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