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

living like we're renegades


Posted on September 10, 2018 by Carolina Grace Bedford
West
long live the pioneers
rebels and mutineers

She had forgotten what a bear the community could be, it appeared vanishing for nigh two years had done little to obscure the one-time meeting she had with the residents of this place. She managed to maintain a mask that veiled her surprise at Raven's knowledge of her, realizing that while perhaps not the easiest course her only choice now was to steer into the storm. Denying it would do her no good. It was obvious the girl Raven and the man who hovered in the shadows above were close on whatever level, his silence as Raven listed her transgressions meaning either she was his superior or he trusted her judgement. Either way she suspected Raven was the one she had to win over for now, and while she could still feel the burning emerald gaze of the man upstairs she ignored him. She sighed, running a hand through her hair habitually as she gathered what she hoped was the best course of action; she had to eat after all.

Finally, she sighed meeting Raven's eyes squarely with nothing to hide. "I had been hired to steal something of yours, the talisman the leopard was wearing that night. As I'm sure you know it was never taken, at least not by me and while we may never know if I am a good enough thief to have pulled it off the fact that I never returned to try should tell you something. If you know my history then you know my usual clientele, lifting petty cash from bars isn't that and while that line of work can be... lucrative I can honestly say I prefer this. If you want references I was a bartender for a short time at the Cat's Meow, I'm not sure if its open still but I worked for a Nadya. Maybe you know her? It was years ago, but we never had trouble" She took a breath, tempted to let her eyes sweep up to the balcony where she could still feel that dark haired man's gaze on her but she kept her focus. "I have experience in the bar scene, I know how to get people what they need, be it food, booze, or a swift kick in the ass. If you know what I did as a thief then you know who my targets were. There is a reason I stick to a certain type, the only reason I took the job against you was out of sheer desperation and we see how that ended. Call it a conscious, but I only take from those that deserve to have things take and as far as I can tell someone who is providing me with a living will never fall under that category."

It was a calculated risk to be so transparent, but she had a feeling that a lie would quickly be sniffed out in a place where lies were often so common. Rolling her shoulders she forced herself to relax, reclining to a more comfortable position on the bar stool as she laid her hands on the counter. "I'm a hard worker, I can promise you'll get more than you pay for where I'm concerned. As much as you might know about me, I promise you don't know me, at least not yet and all I ask is for a fair shot." Well, she had done all she could now, made her case to both judge and jury and all she could hope is that there were willing, or perhaps just desperate enough, to give her a chance.

If not it was going to be meager living for quite some time.


Carolina Grace Bedford

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