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

Where you invest your love, you invest your life;


Posted on January 11, 2017 by DAREIOS
West



It's not the long walk home that will change this heart, but the welcome I receive after the restart.



The vampire is curious to hear more of the witch's story. He can see it in her eyes that there were layers of complexity there. Her story wasn't so simple as she went away and now she was back. But it was late. It was dark. And they were standing in the alleyway in an industrial part of town. This hardly seemed like a fitting place to ask Sorcha to open up and tell him everything he had missed in her life. When Sorcha says she's headed to the train station, Dareios merely nods as one hand grasps for his phone in his pocket. "Me too, actually." He says with a short smile, then his gaze focuses on the screen in front him. His skin looks even paler in the illumination of the phone. One finger moves briskly to swipe at the screen before the screen goes blank with the push of a button and he drops it back into his pocket. "It looks like we have a few minutes until the next train arrives. Can I buy you a coffee at the station?"

Dareios takes a step in the direction in which he first came, his gaze still firmly on Sorcha as he moves them toward the train station. One hand haphazardly checks to feel the weight of the stack of cash tucked neatly in his breast pocket and then comes to dangle loosely at his side. Sorcha asks about his appointment as Mayor, and he merely shrugs his shoulders. "When you've been alive for as long as I have, you're willing to try just about anything." He says nonchalantly, his stride lazy and slow across the damp asphalt. "But I'm enjoying it so far. It's requires a good deal of work, of course, and there are quite the lot of people out there who don't like me. But I like to think of it as a way of giving back. I've been very fortunate. This city could benefit from some of that." He rambles on in his thick Irish accent.

"So tell me about this new shop. How very exciting for you." He said with a bright smile, allowing his hand to rest gently along the small of her back, if only for a moment.

It wasn't long before the screeching of the trains overhead grew into something more than just a faint sound in the distance, echoing off the wet concrete walls of the old warehouses. Dareios' gaze followed the tracks overhead, his eyes squinting as one pulled into the station, its speed sending his well-manicured locks to dance briefly atop his head.


Dareios Auerbach | Vampire | Vinyl

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