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

let's be alone together [open]


Posted on September 11, 2017 by minn
West Reopen Thread
...i might hate myself tomorrow...



So.

Here she was again.

Back at it in the ol'Ark-a-roo.

Minn sat quietly on the edge of the in-famous fighting ring, her legs hanging off the edge while her arms rested on the ropes that made up the walls of the arena. A bag of fast food sat next to her, filled to the brim with french fries, chicken nuggets, and hamburgers. Far too much for any ordinary person, really, but the greasy bag was just a simple snack to keep the bear's hunger at bay until dinner time. Normally Minn wouldn't count on dinner being a sure thing, but... since she happened to know this place had a fully stocked kitchen (from not too recent experience), she wasn't planning on skimping past that meal.

At least... not today.

Stuffing a handful of french fries into her mouth she glanced around the empty room, taking in the stark walls and discarded betting tickets littered and crumpled on the floor. Probably from the last fight, whenever that was. Last night. Three weeks ago. Five months. It was hard to tell when the last actual sign of activity was in this place, but then again she... hadn't exactly been around in while. Even with that in mind, Minn just couldn't help the feeling that the Ark just wasn't what it used to be. Not like it was in the old days... When a polar bear called the shots instead of a skulking panther. The two couldn't have been more different when it came to leadership and priorities. Otto had been bold and daring, always a busy body in trying to plan the next big thing. The bloodiest fight. The world changing were-championship. He never quite got that far, but he'd gotten pretty close a few times.

Minn smiled at the memories.

Truth be told she wasn't really bitter about Otto's death anymore, but it was hard to ignore the presence he used to have before his untimely demise. No thanks, of course, to the Ark's current owner Tetradore. She let out a breath of hot air and stared absently at the ceiling as she stuffed her face with a cheeseburger. Damn cats. The two had met when Minn had returned for the first time under his new jurisdiction, and while things hadn't gone that smoothly, they hadn't gone terribly wrong, either. Not wrong enough for her to stay for a good while, not even wrong enough for her to meet his little family. Her nose wrinkled .

They'd gotten along okay. And so she stayed. For a little bit.

There really wasn't a good reason why she left, but Minn didn't have a reason for a lot of things she did. She didn't ever need one because sometimes she just didn't want one. And that was good enough for her. Besides, if it was one thing that hadn't changed about the Ark, it was the fact that it had always been home for the wandering riff-raff of the were world. And Minn definitely fit into that category.

So she continued to sit, eating handful after handful of food and absently wondering if her room had been given away or if it was still there, untouched and intact. The little bear smirked to herself, only for the very sound reasoning that if it wasn't, she'd just have the find the next most comfortable bed on the ship. Poor Tetradore.

They both knew she wouldn't feel a pinch of guilt putting him through that again.

but im on my way tonight

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