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; Raven


Posted on March 10, 2019 by Carolina Grace Bedford
West
long live the pioneers
rebels and mutineers

THer bag dropped to the floor of the office with an audible thud, barely had it hit the ground before her hands were running through her hair to pull it up into a low ponytail that would still hide the back of her neck when complimented with the collar of the open button-up shirt she wore. She had been training at the Ark for the last few days mostly with the girl Raven who she had met when she had first come to make her plea for the position. It seemed she was holding to her promise to give Carolina a clean slate and not hold her past against her so long she wasn't given a reason. Hastily she hung the bag up before slipping through the kitchen and back to the bar.

The Ark had been a mixture of exactly what she had expected and nothing at all like what she thought it would be. The crowds that eagerly filled the place the lower the sun was in the sky were colorful to say the least, but she was no stranger to holding her own against such types. The work kept her busy, and that was the best thing for her. In the rush there was no time to think or dwell on things that otherwise tended to swim into the recesses of her mind. She was so tired when she finally fell into her bed at a time most were waking up that she barely even dreamed anymore. She was thankful for it, the more exhausted she was the less time she had to think or worry about things out of her control. It was... relieving.

She quickly busied herself setting up the bar for the long night ahead, the Ark was busy on a normal night but she had heard some specialty matches were to take place tonight which would no doubt draw an even bigger crowd. It was good news for her, more people meant more drinks which put more tip money in her pocket. She was happy to play the part of the flirtatious bar maid if it meant a few extra dollars left when they closed out their tabs, her outfit strategically chosen to aid in the loosening of their wallets. Wiping down the glasses and storing them for easy access alter she let her eyes drift across the quiet room into the rafters above where she always half expected to see the green-eyed owner of the place lurking in the shadows. As if he didn't have better things to do. Her hazel eyes swiftly drew back down as she let herself get swept away in the work.

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