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

a beautiful face without a name for so long


Posted on February 26, 2017 by emerson navarro
West


Even when the young woman told that she should practice in these warehouses to try and control her power, Emmy couldn't help but sigh. Her powers, so matter how strong they might be, had done nothing but really screw up her life. It had come to the point where she wished that she had never been born with powers. Perhaps then she might have been able to live a relatively normal life. She might still have Alex with her. She might have found a loving family to love her â€" or better yet, her own family may not have felt the need to get rid of her. "I don't want to use my power. It has done nothing but hurt people. I don't want to hurt anyone." Years of suppression had led to this unfortunate problem and now, Emmy was having to learn life lessons the hard way.

She had changed the conversation quickly, asking if the woman had simply been abused or she had once been a fighter. The scars were noticeable, but the woman did not draw attention to them. She could see the hurt in her eyes, and even without an explanation, Emmy knew that she was not proud of her marks. Emmy regretted ever saying anything. When she confirmed her suspicions, Emmy looked up to him. "I am sorry that people were unkind to you." Not only did she have the physical marks of abuse, but she knew she probably had some much deeper, psychological wounds. Emmy had them. While she might not talk about it, she had a severe need to be wanted and love since she didn't get any of that when she was growing up. Sometimes it was the psychological wounds that hurt far worse then the physical.

The rest of the walk was in relative silence. Emmy wasn't sure she knew what to say following such a disheartening conversation. Emmy had never really been one to open up about her past, but it was also very hard for her to do. She never wanted to be one that unloaded her problems on another, so keeping them bottled up had always been her go-to thing. Whether or not that was the correct thing to do was something else entirely.

"So....what's this place like?" She was referring to the city itself. She had never been somewhere quite like this place. She wasn't sure how long she would be here either. She better at least try to fit in if she was going to get people to open up so she could find Alex's family. She didn't even know his last name â€" they never shared those with each other. Everything else about their lives was open and honest. Last names seemed like something they could keep secret and control.



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