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

it must have been cold there in my shadow [OPEN]


Posted on January 08, 2017 by emerson navarro
West


Night fell on the city of Sacrosanct and it was now that Emmy found herself out on the prowl. She knew of the dangers that lurked behind every corner, but she didn't care. There was something about this place that beckoned and called to her, something that made her continue to search for something that she knew nothing of. She was well dressed in jeans and a hoodie, her curly hair held back by an elastic hairband. Draped over her shoulder she carried with her a samurai sword dipped with silver. It was her weapon of choice.

Sneaking into one of the abandoned warehouses, Emmy made herself at home. She wasn't used to squatting, but it would have to do until she could find herself some proper housing arrangements. It really sucked being so fresh off the boat with no friends, no place to call home. She would managed...she always did manage.

Someone had been here recently. There was a cough with a folded blanket on it. She moved towards it and dusted off the sofa before setting down her sword and backpack. Next to the couch was a punching bag. Strange. She shrugged and moved closer to it. It couldn't hurt to let off some of her steam with a little exercise. Bur first, she needed to light a fire. It was freezing in here and the temperature was falling even more. She scavenged the area for some logs and made herself a little fire in an old barrel with some matches she had stashed away in her backpack.

Once the fire was burning, Emmy moved to the punching bag and began to express her frustration with the whole arrangement. The witch had a lot of steam to burn off. It was a nasty set of circumstances that had brought her here. Circumstances that she wasn't about to relive. She would be fine here for a day or two...but then she had to find someplace else to stay. This wasn't exactly up to her standards. She may have been homeless most of her life, but at least she always found clean places to crash.



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