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 February 19, 2019 by Carolina Grace Bedford
She had a very limited set of skills, and at the moment she was neither mentally nor physically prepared to return to her previous manner of making money To be honest she wasn't sure she ever wanted to, that plan had backfired painfully and she had only barely escaped it. She was in no hurry to go back. The broad scar hidden beneath her blonde locks pricked as she could almost feel the eyes of the dark-haired man above boring into her. Judgement was not something new to her, but it was rare that the stakes were so high.
Maintaining her composure as Raven began to respond wasn't easy, but she managed it until she mentioned the man lurking in the rafters, Tetradore and the fact that she was his alpha. It seemed hopeful that the girl had said she was willing to give Carolina the chance, but she had all but ignored the man since he had appeared and knowing now that her fate rested on his decision was unsettling. Closing her eyes she took a breath before steeling herself and swiveling just enough on the barstool to look up at him with her chin high. Perhaps appearing proud wasn't her best bet, it might have been more beneficial to grovel and cry and beg, but down on her luck as she was that simply wasn't in her nature.
Meeting those vibrant green eyes was harder than she expected, but she locked on to them attempting not to show a hint of the desperation that tugged so fiercely at her gut. The sigh that left his lips seemed a hopeful sign, as if resigning himself to his fate with the two women. Despite her well-kept façade at his judgement Carolina's shoulders visibly relaxed. Probation she could deal with, often all the feline needed was to be given a chance to prove she was more than she appeared. Not willing to choke on her pride now her sweetheart lips turned up into a thankful smile.
