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

dancing with our hands tied (nadya)


Posted on February 10, 2019 by Samantha Cassidy
West

       
       

so why'd you have to rain on my parade?


       

I'm shaking my head. I'm locking the gates.



Truly the last place within Sacrosanct that Samantha wanted to find herself was the Cat's Meow. In her best days, the Cat's Meow had been a place where she'd hid upstairs to do paperwork and attempt to run a business that felt entirely too over her head. In her worst days, it had been a emotional hellhole of catty fae women taunting her. There were few fond memories within the building, and yet... and yet Samantha knew that going there would be her first step in tracking down Nadya. For all she knew, Nadya had returned as owner once Samantha had abandoned her post as acting manager, and for that, Samantha knew that that was the location that she'd find her friend.

The burlesque club was nearly exactly as she remembered it. The energy of the room erupted that same headache of pressure in the front of the fae's scalp. Ah, how she had forgotten how much her empath ability had paralyzed her here. The few times that she had gotten on stage had always left her weak from trying to remember both the moves and process the onslaught of emotions that overtook her. It was the same now. Fae women in skimpy outfits moved their bodies on stage to the delight of the audience, and for a moment, Samantha could only stare at them. They looked like they enjoyed the movements on the stage, but Samantha knew as well as anyone how much they mocked the customers behind that stage. And yet... night after night, they got on that stage. Of all the things about Sacrosanct... she didn't miss this.

But she missed Nadya. Nadya had been the reason she'd gotten on that stage, or why she'd come here to mend costumes. It had been her loyalty to Nadya that had her stepping inside each and every night to act as manager. It was that same loyalty that propelled Samantha towards the bar. The bartender was someone Samantha didn't recognize, his emotions turning towards lust as his eyes fell on her. It took all Samantha had not to roll her eyes. "I'm looking for Nadya Tetradore, she's the owner," Samantha said firmly, offering the man no room to argue why she might need the owner of the building. What she didn't expect, however, was the way the man shook his head.

"No Nadya Tetradore here, she sold the building awhile ago. Owns a dance studio in the neighborhood. Can I get you something to drink?" She... Samantha could barely believe the words the man offered her, and she shook her head. A dance studio? It was not entirely far off of what she would have expected from Nadya, and yet her selling her beloved Cat's Meow was a hard idea to sell to the faerie as well. "No, I don't need anything." Still, if they said Nadya was no longer the owner, there was nothing left for her at the burlesque. Outside of Nadya, there were no fond memories to keep her there. Samantha turned herself around, waltzing right out of the burlesque and out onto the street.

It took some time to track down the dance studio that the bartender mentioned, but when she did, Samantha found herself standing outside for far longer than necessary. She had no idea what it would be like to see Nadya now, but knowing the history that she had with the girl, the reunion would not be simply hugs and 'welcome back's. No, Samantha expected that Nadya would be angry with her for leaving. Or angry with her for the amount of things Samantha had kept from her. But Samantha couldn't avoid her forever, and it was that alone that had her moving into the building, waiting patiently just inside the front door.

       

this is why we can't have nice things


       

Samantha Cassidy


 

 





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