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

I keep my eyes wide open [open]


Posted on August 04, 2018 by Kathryn Murphy
West
kathryn quinn
I'm about to make my own way, heaven help me keep my faith


It has been quite sometime since Kathryn has found herself restless in the darkness of the night. In fact, ever since she had found out that she was a witch, the girl with eyes as bright as the morning frost had been finding her nights to be quite peaceful, waking in the morning refreshed and happy, not having been struck by strange dreams that flutter in her head, dreams that sometimes felt so real, so tangible, it felt more like a memory than a dream. That is until tonight. Her dreams had come for her and stirred Kathryn awake, silver blue eyes open with alertness, stuck in what she had just experienced and unable to go back to sleep.

The dream had been about her father, strangely enough, the father that had not lived long enough for Kathryn to ever get to know, only long enough to give her her name, a name he had always loved: Kathryn. And this is the only name she had been given from her father. Her middle name Quinn was her Gram's name, and Murphy was her mother's last name. They had contemplated giving Kathryn her father's last time, but thought, perhaps, later in life it may be too painful for the girl with her father's smile, her mother's dark hair and strangely beautiful blue eyes. In her dream, Kathryn had seen her father. It hadn't been anything wild or supernatural (aside from speaking to the dead), but they had just talked, Kathryn telling him of what has happened in her life, how she has grown, learned, lived. She told him that even though she didn't know him, she loved him with all her heart. And though the conversation had been sweet and happy, Kat had awoken with a heavy heart, if she could find a gateway to heaven and bring him back to her, she would in an instant. His ending had been cruel and far too soon, and occasionally the young witch questioned what had occurred.

Knowing she will not be able to keep her silver blue eyes closed anymore for the evening, Kathryn moves from her bed and slides her feet into some slippers as she grabs her robe, tying it around herself before walking down the stairs. She slides quietly through the door and out onto the tiny porch of her small, but quite pleasant, town home. Depthless silver blue eyes look up to the glittering stars as Kathryn loses herself within them. She wonders, briefly, how her father would feel about her being a witch, something so supernatural, if he had known anything about them. Kathryn knows her grandparents know that she is a witch, as does her mother from those memories that had seemingly lost to time and age. But she had yet to call them up on the phone to tell them that she had remembered, remembered what they had tried to bury. At first, she had been furious with them for keeping such a secret from her, but eventually, Kathryn cooled like the wind changes temperature from the hot summer into a fair autumn as she realized they only would have kept it a secret to keep her safe, their intentions never having been malicious towards her or anyone else.

Her thoughts race through her mind like blood is pumped through veins and suddenly she can no longer sit still and she retreats back within the confines of her small town home. She ascends the staircase back to her room and puts on a pair of clean black leggings and a light blue t shirt before putting her arms through a a zip up hoodie. Her feet slide easily into a pair of white high top vans before she once more slips through the door of her town home, locking it behind her.

The silver light of the moon bathes the street in a mystical fluorescent softness as she walks along the streets to the west side of town. The very area Kathryn had first learned that she was not just some ordinary human, but a witch, magical powers and all. She isn't keeping track of the miles that her legs carried her, merely moving forward, letting the curling zephyrs of the cool night air brush against her face almost affectionately and stir her dark hair as the sky turns from a dark obsidian into a navy blue. She closes her startling blue eyes for just a moment against the breeze before letting them flutter open once more. The moon would fall soon from the sky, the sun to take over. Kathryn finds herself enchanted by the night, the city falling quiet as she exits the more heavily populated areas. Her ears then catch the sound of water hitting the docks.

This was not the young witch's first time in the west side of town, but it was her first time down by the harbor. As she comes to the point where she can go no further, the docking rail blocking her way, she merely stands there as the violently red hue of the sun lingers as a tiny crimson line over the horizon. Gaze roves over the large ships, seemingly slumber alone as they lay anchored. The smell salt, fish, and gasoline is striking on her nostrils as a breeze brushes against her nearly sable hair, ruffling it slightly, the breeze beginning to warm, signaling that another summer's morning was just around the corner. her tongue brushes over her lips for only a moment, she can taste the salt of being this close to the ocean. Crickets, hiding out amongst the wooden planks sing their serenade to her and Kathryn finds her soul beginning to quiet, those icy eyes closing if only for a moment to allow her other senses to take a hold of her and put a stopper to her wandering thoughts as a warm smile drifts a top her lips.

She had loved her life before knowing she was a witch, and Kathryn wasn't sure how to continue onwards with this knowledge so forcefully handed to her. She thinks though, that she may embrace this life easier than expected. After all, despite thinking otherwise, the girl with the nearly sable hair, had always been a witch, it just wasn't brought into the light until now. Her teeth find her bottom lip absentmindedly, as she considers the thought. Light blue eyes look out over the harbor, as if an answer would appear to her, if only she kept staring out at the horizon, as sun decides to finally peek above the endless sea.

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