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

my own form of CHAOS


Posted on March 07, 2019 by Damon Marcello
West


She told him she would probably relax more if he quit threatening and he couldn't help but chuckle. "What, and have you miss out on all my charm?" He gave her a teasing wink, before filling her in on just how common witches and the surpernatural are around here. She seemed surprised, asking if there were others and he rolled his eyes. "Of course. Like cockroaches. You'll soon be just as tired of them as I am." He smirked. "Except you, of course." He didn't really mind having her around so much. Maybe it was just because she hadn't known what she even was all of twenty minutes ago. She didn't have all the arrogance and downright irritation that other witches usually carry around on them like their favorite perfume or something.

She got pretty intense while she was casting her magic, helping him in severing the warlock's memories. It was pretty attractive. She was going to have plenty of suitors once she came into that power and got the confidence to go with it, Damon was sure of it. It made him feel benevolent for telling her what she was. All this was because of him. See? He could be selfless. When the man slumped over, he watched Kathryn's eyes widen in surprise. He explained that the man wasn't dead and she seemed relieved before asking if he would remember anything. Damon could only shrug. "It's hard to tell. We won't know anything till he wakes up. The magic works differently every time." Of course, it mostly does what he tells it to do...most of the time.

When he picked up the warlock and asked if she was coming, she hesitated and for a moment, he wondered if this was where they go their separate ways. He was surprised to feel disappointment in that respect, his brow lifting in question toward her before she asked where they were going. He picked up on the "we" and his lips curled into a smirk. "You pick. Where's a good place to dump people?" She finally threw up her arms and said she was coming, his eyes twinkling with amusement as she said she thought he liked hanging out with her. His smirk widened a little before he shrugged. "So sue me." With that as his answer, he followed her out the door, not caring about the people walking by under the streetlights. He just sighed and readjusted the body on his shoulder as he kept walking. "So, what do you remember? Just a normal childhood and normal growing up with no powers? Are there blank spots or does it all mesh together pretty smoothly?" He lifted a brow in question, curious of how powerful the spell was that wiped her memories of being a witch.