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

new pack, new life Any from Tet's pack/Open


Posted on April 03, 2018 by Alexis Wilde
West


All she could think of was thank goodness she didn't own much stuff, otherwise this would be a nightmare. She felt like she'd been moving stuff all day. Of course it made it worse that she didn't have a vehicle to put stuff in so there was a lot of moving stuff by hand or even shifting and running it to the Ark in her mouth when she got lazy of walking on two legs. But the end of the day though, she felt she had everything and was adding the finishing touches to her room. It was pretty much the way she left it in the Ark. Taking a minute to look around, she sighed in contentment. Perfect. It looked more lived in this time. Last time she was here, she didn't add any personal touches cause she knew it would be temporary. But this time was different.

This time she was officially a part of the pack. She had some paintings in mind that she wanted to add to the walls but she would go get them when the arts and crafts store opened in the morning. Then there was the picture she held gripped in her hand even now, the black and white photo she found of her mom. She'd taken it from her father's dead corpse after the big fight and for a while she just carried it around with her and took it out to stare at every once in a while. But now she knew that she needed to have it out so others could see it too. She wasn't ashamed of her mother. She was sure if her mother had lived through her birthing, she would have lived a different life, a better life. She could tell just by the look in the woman's eyes that she had so much love to give.

Sighing, she took a thumb tack and attached it to the wall above her bed. Then she took a look around at everything she'd done so far. Not too shabby. Maybe tomorrow it would liven up some more with some forest paintings she'd been admiring for weeks at the arts and crafts store. Remembering Tetradore's invitation to dinner, she put a hand over her growling stomach with a smirk and slowly headed out of her room toward the open dining area. Here goes nothing.

alexis wilde

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